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From: Bud Red <redbud@inbox.com>  Mon Nov  9 22:41:39 2009
From: Bud Red <redbud@inbox.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Daydreams and Distractions 8: Not so Innocent (Redbud)
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Date: Tue, 10 Nov 2009 02:10:03 -0500
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   Daydreams and Distractions 8: Not so Innocent

   She had always teased you.

   She had always said you were a slut.  You just didn't know it.

   Whenever you met a boy, she said, you looked at his crotch first.  All
the boys know you'd make a good lay, she said.  They're just waiting for
the first thick cock to open the way.  But this is never what she meant. 
This isn't what *you* meant.  Already each thrust draws a high, feminine
cry from you.  You're on your belly, your cheek pressed against the bed,
your hands tightly grip the top edge of the mattress.

   Your legs are tightly together.  Your toes pointed straight back and off
the bed.  The soles of your feet are tightly arched.  You're getting fucked
hard, from behind.  You feel his cock draw back, almost fully, then drive
straight downward.  "Huh!" The soft ball of its tip is guided by your pussy
into the deepest part of your flat belly.  And he plunges into you again
and again.  And the only part of you that is not touching the mattress is
your pelvis.  Your back is arched obscenely.  Your legs are tightly
together, but your sex is filled from behind, then emptied, then filled
again.

   You bite the pillow.  You smell your sweat and his..  Then you taste his
finger pressed between your teeth.  He penetrates you in both places.  He
takes you completely.  You suck on his finger.  Your breath hisses through
your nose.  Your back arches.  He owns you.  He owns your mouth.  He owns
your pussy.  And he knows it.

   You're a mounted woman.

   And you're going to cum on his cock.  You feel it starting deep in your
womb, right where the length of him rams against your insides - the first
time a man has ever touched you there.  He makes you grunt each time,
acknowledging him.  And there's nothing you can do about it.  He owns you.
Your toes arch.  Your brows begin to knot.  You whine.  You mewl.  Your
nostrils flare.  You want to say something, anything, but your lips suck on
his finger.

   Your best friend, the girl who trusted you in everything you did, is
waking up.

   You want to say something, anything.

   She sees you on the bed next to her.  In a hot moonlit breeze she sees
her boyfriend, the man she wanted to marry, fucking you from behind.  You
want to say something, but all you can manage is a long groan as your belly
surrenders, as your eyes meet hers, only half focused, as your pussy grips
his cock again and again, as he spurts, uncompromisingly, inside you.  You
want to say how sorry you are.

   But all she does...  is grin.
   

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