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Standard Disclaimer:  Blah, blah, blah....nobody under 18 should read
 this...blah, blah blah, (c) Hawk Richards and you cannot sell this story for
 money.  

Reposted on 10/22/97

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Hawk Richards
hawkrds@aol.com
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Anniversary Gift

(c) Hawk Richards

She held his prick gently in her hand.  The glistening pre-cum shone in the
 moonlight, as if it was a lighthouse showing her the way, drawing her in
 closer and closer to her prize.  "This is my anniversary present?  To suck his
 dick?" she thought, "What ever happened to a dozen roses or something
 romantic?"  Andrea licked her lips, craning her neck lower to reach her
 objective.

Her hand slid up and down his shaft in a soft, slow pumping action.  Her face,
 which was within an inch of him, suddenly brushed against the head of his
 cock.  With slit eyes, she glanced up at her lover's face and saw him clench
 his eyes shut, experiencing pleasure.  

His breathing became erratic as she lowered her mouth over him.  Despite the
 fact she wanted to do something a bit more mutually satisfying, she liked the
 power giving head gave her.  "Look at him squirm.  I bet I could ask for the
 keys to his Porsche and he'd give them to me right now," she thought, as she
 tormented him with pleasure, teasing him mercilessly.  His erect member slid
 on her tongue, causing her to gag slightly when it hit the back of her throat.

"He treats that damn car with more respect than he gives his own wife," she
 thought.   

She forced herself to take him deeper, but she was only 3/4 of the way down his
 large sex organ and her mouth ached already.  Andrea slowly came up for air,
 as she did a strand of her saliva was the only thing connecting her lips to
 his organ.  The illuminating moon reflected off her slick, lipstick smudged
 lips and his cock, which bobbed rhythmically to his heartbeat.  

He reached for her, grabbing her red hair and urged her to complete the task. 
 With one hand pumping the shaft, she suckled the head, using her tongue to
 swab and lick the ultra sensitive area.  She could feel him tense and she
 pumped faster, milking him.  

"I'm going…to come.  I'm so close!" he gasped.

Taking her mouth off him, she squeezed the base of his cock, until he started
 to regain a bit more control over himself.  

"Not yet lover," she said.  

"Oh, please, honey.  You're such a tease," he moaned.

"I thought you liked my teasing?" she asked, breathing hot breaths onto his
 shining, saliva-coated prick.  

"I want to fuck you," he said.  

His eyes were full of lust and desire as she straddled him.  Using her left
 hand to guide his shaft into herself, she slowly enveloped him.  She rode him
 slowly, letting herself catch up to his level of excitement in order to
 increase her own arousal, and set the pace of her anniversary fuck, so she
 could enjoy it for a change.  

He bucked his hips up to meet her gyrations, while groping her pendulous
 breasts that swayed, bounced and beckoned him to suck.  "Why don't you just
 rip them off while you're at it," she thought, wincing slightly at his rough
 groping.  

"Not so rough, lover," she said.

"I'm sorry, darling," he mumbled, as he took a crinkled nipple into his mouth,
 nibbling gently.

"Oh, shit!  Yes," she moaned.

She was so close; in fact, she was right at the edge of her orgasm.  All
 thought, except for an image, a feeling that was rising through her, drained
 from her mind.  She started to spasm and shake, then became tense as the
 orgasm rocked through her body.  She embraced him snuggly and she started
 coming down from her climax.  She felt him trying to pump his hips into her. 
 His member slid in and out of her juicy slit in rapid strokes to achieve his
 own orgasmic bliss.  She humped back down on to him, thus grinding her body
 against him, as he spurted his seed in thick streams towards her womb.  

"Happy Anniversary, honey," she said.

"Shit! It's our Anniversary already?" he asked in an incredulous whisper.


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(Hawk Richards)
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