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Archive name: solomon.txt (MF, rom, exh, oral, mast)
Authors name: Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)
Story title : Solomon Bug, The

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The Solomon Bug (MF, rom, exh, oral, mast)
by Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)

***

A man is enmeshed in a young girl's desires and a 
questionable relationship.

***

"Solomon! What're you staring at?"

"Wh...what?"

"I asked what you were staring at?"

"Oh! Nothing. I must have zoned out. I was thinking about 
work."

"Yeah, I bet."

Solomon was taken aback by the curt response and wondered 
why Michelle was being snippy. He looked around and found 
the cause. He'd been staring down the length of the aisle 
they were in, completely lost in thought. At the other 
end of the aisle, looking at women's lingerie, was a 
stunning young blonde girl. She appeared to be of high 
school age. She kept glancing at Solomon over her 
shoulder. It was evident that she was bending at the 
waist for his benefit. She had a great ass. Solomon had 
caught sight of her when she'd entered the store and had 
given her a broad smile. 

"You've got to be kidding," Solomon snorted. "She's only 
a kid."

"Some kid," Michelle snorted in her stead.

"Whatever," he retorted and his tone made it clear that 
the subject was closed.

They turned and headed for the boutique's exit, which fed 
out onto the mall's main atrium. It was mid week, but the 
mall was bustling. Solomon wondered at all of the young 
people milling about and then remembered that many of the 
local schools had let out for summer. The popular hang 
out would be thronged like this for the next few months. 
He was amazed at the number of attractive young girls. 

"They didn't look like that when I was in school," he 
muttered to himself.

"What?" Michelle asked, frowning.

"I said, 'looks like the kids are no longer in school'," 
he lied.

Michelle gave him a quizzical look. She wondered if 
that's what he had actually said and if she had misheard. 
She realized that she was being slightly thin skinned, 
but she was feeling somewhat threatened by all the young 
girls parading around in their skimpy outfits and 
displaying taut young tummies and perky breasts. She 
couldn't remember girls looking like that when she had 
been in high school, which seemed to be so long ago. She 
shrugged inwardly and told herself to act her age. After 
all, she wasn't in competition with these young girls. 

"Hi, Mister Rayford!" A young, and eager voice called out 
and Solomon and Michelle turned to find its source.

A couple of young girls approached. One was an average 
looking blonde girl, but the other was a tall, raven 
haired beauty. Her long tresses, high cheek bones, and 
dusky coloring betrayed her Native American roots. She 
wore a crop top, which exposed a wide expanse of taut and 
toned stomach and molded to small yet pert breasts. Hip 
huggers appeared to be painted onto her lower body. It 
was impossible to tell how old she actually was. Solomon 
studied her for a moment. There was a nagging memory at 
the back of his mind and it took a moment for it to 
surface.

"Lori? Lori Minter?" 

The young girl smiled and nodded; apparently pleased at 
being remembered.

"Well, haven't you grown up," Solomon said, giving her a 
closer appraisal. "Why, the last time I saw you; you were 
in pig tails and had a missing tooth."

The young girl twittered slightly and held a hand up to 
cover her mouth. It was apparent that she was unnerved in 
Solomon's presence. 

"How are your mom and dad? I haven't seen or heard from 
them in several years now. I hope everyone's okay?"

"Yeah," the young girl answered, finding her voice, 
"they're okay. How are you?"

"I'm doing great," Solomon replied with a beaming smile 
and then suddenly caught sight of Michelle's frosty 
stare. "Oh! This is my friend Michelle. Michelle, this is 
Lori Minter. Her parents and I are old friends. Although 
I haven't seen them since moving away."

"It's nice to meet you, Lori," Michelle said and she 
winced at the icy tones in her own voice.

Lori frowned slightly at the cool greeting, but let it 
pass and smiled as she reached out to shake hands with 
the attractive woman. Lori introduced her friend Jill to 
the couple and hands were shook all around.

"You still living in Mountlake Terrace?" Solomon 
inquired.

"Yup," Lori nodded. "Still in the same old house. Are you 
visiting?"

"Actually," Solomon informed her, "I've just moved back 
into town. We were actually looking around for house 
wares."

Lori glanced at the shop they'd just come out of and 
giggled.

"Well," Solomon said with a broad smile, "we were 
supposed to be looking at house wares, but someone got 
sidetracked."

Michelle looked at him and rolled her eyes.

"Are we going to do this or what?" Michelle asked.

Solomon turned to Lori and rolled his eyes in turn. The 
young girls giggled at his antics.

"Looks like I have to go," he told them, "but tell your 
parents I'll give them a call. Soon."

"I will," Lori said. "They'll be glad to hear from you."

"Well," Solomon said, "it'll be nice to see them again, 
and I hope we have time to catch up also. You must have a 
lot to tell about the last four years."

Lori's smile broadened even more and a slight blush crept 
up her throat. 

"Okay," she managed to eke out. "I'll see ya!" 

The two teens turned and headed towards a group of other 
teens clustered outside a music store. Solomon turned to 
follow Michelle, but shot a glance over his shoulder. 
Lori was looking back also and her head whipped around 
when she saw him looking back at her. Solomon admired the 
youngster's body. Her ass was small, but it was round and 
she had that loping gate that tall women have, which made 
her buttocks roll as she walked. He did some quick math 
and figured she must be about fourteen now. He found it 
hard to associate that body with a fourteen year old. He 
turned finally and paid attention to where he was going. 

Michelle was a few strides ahead of him and he could tell 
she was in a bad mood. He began to wonder if it wasn't 
time to end this relationship. It would be a messy break 
up, he knew. She had followed him up here from L.A... Not 
that she'd given up much. She'd been living in his house; 
driving one of his cars; and had rarely worked. She'd 
been a lot of fun - a little wild; a little crazy; a lot 
wanton. She had a body that put most women to shame. 

She was tall, lithe, and buxom. Auburn hair flowed in 
thick waves around her face and down across her 
shoulders. She was only twenty-eight and had yet to 
suffer the ravages of time, but like most women who 
wanted to be starlets or models, she always found fault 
with herself. She was always staring in the mirror and 
tugging on this part of her face or the other. It drove 
him nuts. 

"Wow, Lori. Who was that guy?" A young girl asked her 
friend as they watched Solomon walk away.

"An old friend of my dad's," Lori answered as she too 
watched his receding form. She'd felt a twinge when she'd 
first seen him coming out of the lingerie shop. A twinge 
she hadn't felt since she was ten. Solomon had always 
made her body feel strange. She hadn't known what it was 
at the time, but now she was fully aware of what it was. 

"Pretty hot for an older guy," Jill said and the group of 
young girls giggled. 

"Well, he is," she said, defending her statement. "You 
should see his eyes! Man, the bluest!"

"Yeah, and he looks like he's in great shape too," 
another girl added.

The group stared after the receding duo until they turned 
into a Kitchen 'n Things boutique.

"Who is he anyway?" Jill asked Lori.

"Solomon Rayford," another of the group volunteered. "You 
know every time you go by a construction site you see 
Rayford on the side of the cranes and stuff. Then you see 
those big trucks going down the freeway and it says 
Rayford Trans on the side of 'em."

"How do you know?" Jill asked her.

"Because my dad works for him," she told them.

"Wow," Jill muttered to herself, "rich and looking like 
that."

The subject changed quickly and Solomon was soon 
forgotten. Lori, however, kept the thought of him in the 
back of her mind.

* * *

The tension between Michelle and Solomon came to a head 
as they sat down to a quick lunch. She accused him of 
paying a lot of attention to all the young girls 
wandering about and he told her that if it bothered her 
that much that she just might want to go back to L.A. 
Michelle sat stunned for a moment and realized just how 
precarious her position was. She enjoyed living in the 
lap of luxury and new that he only kept her around 
because of her looks and her sexual proclivity. 

The dawning had a major effect and for the remainder of 
the afternoon she wandered along side Solomon and worked 
hard at suppressing her tears. She had also suddenly 
realized that, somewhere along the way, she had fallen in 
love with him. She had told herself not to, but emotions 
are a hard thing to control. She had met him at one of 
those Hollywood gatherings. 

He was the new guy in town - a lot of investment capital; 
and a lot of movie people wining and dining him. The 
first time she'd seen him, her stomach had done a 
somersault. He was tall; had a thick head of dark brown 
hair; chiseled features with a dimpled chin; and a body 
that belonged to an athlete. She had first thought that 
he was another wanna-be actor or model, just like her.

Michelle had been relentless in her pursuit. She'd made 
friends with his secretary and had made a point of being 
at every social event he attended. It wasn't long before 
they were on a first name basis and, soon after that, he 
had asked her out. She had played it cool on the first 
couple of dates, but on the third one, she had 
practically raped him. She still remembered the long and 
sweaty coupling. She had marveled at his stamina. 

He had kept up with her manic style of fucking. They had 
wandered from room to room and joined in every 
conceivable position. They had fucked on the kitchen 
table; in the shower; on the deck overlooking the street; 
and had even managed to do it in his bed. After that 
first night, they would be seen together at all of the 
posh affairs. She was an exceptional piece of eye candy 
and it turned out that she did wonders for his business, 
attracting more than one Hollywood mogul. 

She had been on a cloud the entire time and hoped that it 
would never end. She had been shattered when Solomon 
announced that he was moving back to Seattle. He had 
finally had enough of the Hollywood lifestyle. He'd made 
a fair amount of investments and would continue to do so, 
but he knew that his personal presence was no longer 
needed. Neither of them had spoken of her following 
along. It had been assumed.

Their shopping done, the couple carried their bags out to 
the car. The trunk and back seat were filled with 
purchases - curtains, sheets, cookware, silverware, and 
sundry other items. 

Solomon had purchased a home on Lake Washington. It was a 
newer home with a lot of glass and steel in its 
construction. Two and a half stories tall, it afforded 
spectacular views of the lake and Mount Rainier. Michelle 
could only imagine what he had paid for it. 

The atmosphere in the house was subdued and cautious. 
Michelle still stung from the mild reproach of earlier 
and Solomon felt a slight twinge of guilt. They put away 
a lot of the items they'd bought. Shoved most of the 
dishware into the washer and then went to sit on the 
second story balcony; each with a frosted mug of Red Hook 
IPA. The sun wandered over the house and they were soon 
sitting in a dusky twilight. Michelle suddenly stood and 
reached behind her. She'd changed into a shapeless 
sundress and it now fell away and puddled at her feet. 
She was naked beneath it. They both knew what was 
happening. Both of them had thoughts of make-up sex in 
the back of their minds. 

Michelle pulled a cushion off of her chaise and knelt on 
it. She pulled Solomon's legs apart and reached up to tug 
at his zipper. The nylon zipper slid open without a 
sound. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his pubic hair 
filled the gap. He raised his hips slightly and she 
pulled the shorts down and she pulled back so that he 
could put his legs together and so she might pull them 
all the way off. His semi-swollen cock pulsed and rolled 
along his thigh. She grasped it and raised it so that she 
could lower her mouth onto it. 

Her large brown eyes stared into his crystal blue ones as 
she swallowed all of his member. Solomon sighed and 
tossed his head back as he let out a low soulful moan. 
His cock filled out quickly and Michelle pulled back 
slightly so as not to gag on it. It filled her mouth 
pleasantly and became hard as a wooden rod. She continued 
to suck with a passion; swirling her tongue around the 
corona and taking him deep into her throat. 

Solomon lay back and let her have her way. He felt the 
silky teasing of her long hair brushing against his inner 
thighs and it added an esoteric element to their 
coupling. He reached down and tangled a hand in her thick 
tresses. He loved the feel of her hair - thick and full, 
yet soft and yielding. 

Solomon felt a twinge in his scrotum and he gently pulled 
Michelle's mouth off of his swollen and throbbing cock. 
She rose and stood before him, raising a hand to run 
through her hair, pushing it back and away from her face. 
Solomon studied her body. She had a long and narrow 
twenty-six inch waist, which flared out smoothly into 
thirty-four inch hips and long graceful legs. 

Her stomach was taut and when she moved, her abs were 
clearly defined. She had a wondrous pair of thirty-eight 
d-cup breasts that seem to float in front of her chest. 
Her aureole and nipples were dark and chocolaty. 
Solomon's cock throbbed as the effect of looking at her 
reached his pleasure center. 

Michelle straddled the chair and slowly lowered herself 
onto him. Her dripping cunt easily accepted his hard, 
swollen cock. She settled down onto his lap and sat 
motionless for a few moments as she savored the feeling 
of his throbbing member inside of her. Solomon slid 
forward slightly to give her a better seat. Michelle 
placed both hands on his shoulders and slowly raised 
herself up a half dozen inches then she lowered herself 
again. 

She repeated this slowly and stared into Solomon's eyes. 
Their crystal sharpness somehow seemed softer and less 
cold. She wondered if it was only wishful thinking. After 
a few more strokes, her tempo picked up and she propelled 
herself up and down seeking her own release. Solomon 
grasped her waist; steadied her; and tried to help her 
move up and down. Within a minute, Michelle threw her 
head back and began to moan with each downward thrust. 
Her hair hung down and brushed the cheeks of her ass and 
she enjoyed the sensual feeling. 

Solomon sat up and bent forward to grasp a nipple between 
pursed lips. He sucked and tugged on the turgid button 
and his tongue flipped it about. Michelle gasped and 
shuddered. Her nipples were extremely sensitive when she 
was aroused. Solomon moved his mouth to the other breast 
and repeated his actions. Michelle stopped her motions 
and sat still as she savored his attention. 

She felt a slight coolness on her back and she realized 
that she had worked up a sheen of sweat and it was 
beginning to evaporate. She resumed her up and down 
motions and gasped once again as Solomon's hard cock slid 
deep into her. Her emotions had been so ragged that 
afternoon that they came pouring out in her passion. She 
felt her stomach muscles tighten and realized that the 
pleasure in her groin was rapidly building. 

Her motions became more animated and she was practically 
bouncing on his lap as her groans and cries wafted out 
onto the evening breeze. Her orgasm rushed upon her and 
she bent down and crushed Solomon's mouth with her own. 
Her body continued to dance in his lap as the involuntary 
muscle spasms caused her to jerk and gyrate. She finally 
collapsed into him and lay her head on his shoulder. 

Suddenly, the air was filled with loud whoops, whistles, 
and clapping. Solomon and Michelle looked around and 
found a power boat floating below with a half dozen 
college age boys and girls watching and voicing their 
comments. 

"Oh my God!" Michelle hissed and pulled herself into 
Solomon as though she could hide herself by doing so. 

She felt Solomon chuckle beneath her.

"It's not funny," she hissed as she pulled away and stood 
up, quickly retrieving her dress and running inside, 
which brought about even more catcalls from below.

The show being over, the young people turned and slowly 
powered away. Solomon laughed and shook his head. He 
wondered how many other boats would be driving by in the 
future, hoping to see another free show. He picked up his 
shorts and the empty glasses and went inside as well; his 
tumescent cock leading the way. Setting the mugs down, he 
went in search of his partner. Michelle was stepping into 
the large shower when he found her. She turned to look at 
him as he too stepped into the enclosure. She saw his 
still swollen cock and she sucked in her bottom lip and 
chewed on it as she realized that their coupling wasn't 
over. 

Solomon pushed her back against the cool shower tiles and 
pressed his body into hers. His swollen cock pressed 
against her stomach and throbbed as his mouth pressed 
onto hers. She felt his tongue push against her lips and 
she opened her mouth to accept it. Their tongues jousted 
and their breaths began to shorten. Michelle once again 
felt the sexual arousal build in her chest and her loins. 

Solomon twined his fingers with hers and raised her arms 
up and pinned them against the shower wall. His mouth 
left hers and worked its way down to her breasts once 
again. He was more aggressive now as he sucked her 
nipples into his mouth. Biting down gently and pulling 
the fleshy nubbins away from the globes of her breasts. 

Michelle moaned and rubbed her thighs together, trying to 
stimulate herself. Solomon stood erect once again, only 
this time, his cock was between her legs and seeking 
entry into her dripping cunt. Michelle spread her legs 
slightly and Solomon bent his knees and then thrust into 
her. 

Michelle let out a loud gasp as he drove hard into her. 
Solomon straightened his legs and Michelle felt herself 
sliding slightly up the tiled wall. Solomon let go of her 
hands and grasped the globes of her ass. He pulled her up 
slightly and Michelle raised her legs and wrapped them 
around his waist. 

The shower heads began to steam and her hair loosened and 
straightened. They were between two of the shower heads 
and only felt a slight spray. The glass walls quickly 
fogged up and Michelle had the sudden impression of being 
inside of a warm cocoon. 

Their position only allowed Solomon a few inches of 
thrusting, but it was enough as he drove relentlessly, 
seeking his own release. His mouth was busy, moving 
between Michelle's mouth and her breasts; both of which 
fueled her passion as well. Michelle felt her pleasure 
building again and she stretched her arms up over her 
head languorously, savoring the exquisite pleasure 
enshrouding her body. 

She felt Solomon's cock swell and become harder and she 
knew he was on the edge. The thought of his orgasm drove 
hers and they groaned in unison as they both became awash 
in pleasure. Michelle's release seemed both physical and 
emotional. She lay her head on Solomon's shoulder as her 
muscles relaxed and suddenly a gush of warm tears poured 
forth. She gasped and sobbed her anguish. 

Solomon felt the warm tears on his shoulder a moment 
before the gasping sob erupted against his neck. He knew 
why she was crying and his first instinct was to soothe 
her, but his thought process caught up to him and he 
hesitated. He felt guilty for causing her distress, but 
he was still unsure if their relationship should go much 
further. 

He held her quietly until her crying stopped and then 
held her some more. The jets of water started to turn 
chilly and he finally set her down and reached out to 
turn up the temperature. Michelle grabbed a loofa and 
started soaping up Solomon's torso. She loved washing 
him. The feel of his muscles like corded steel beneath 
the tanned exterior. Solomon grabbed a body scrubber and 
returned the favor. Michelle's red eyes were the only 
thing that betrayed the serenity of the moment.

* * *

"Mommmmm?!" Lori's shout rang out from the front hallway. 

Her mother heard the yell and merely shook her head. She 
was busy preparing dinner; marinating chicken parts and 
washing wild rice. Lori was her middle child; the only 
daughter. The eldest son, Chase, was a freshman at the 
University of Washington and Ashe, the youngest, was 
twelve. She knew that Lori would come barging into the 
kitchen and anticipated her first question.

"Because I didn't feel like yelling," she told her 
daughter as Lori opened her mouth to speak.

"Did you go out like that?" She asked her daughter, 
noticing the extremely tight jeans.

Lori rolled her eyes. They'd had this conversation a 
hundred times already.

"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?" 

"You're fourteen, Lori. Not twenty something," her mother 
spat out in frustration.

"Mom! All my friends dress like this!" The young girl 
whined.

"All your friends don't look like that," her mother said 
as she surveyed her daughter's mature curves.
Lori cocked a hip and placed her hands at her waist and 
gave her mother a look that spoke a million words. 

Anne Minter shook her head. She wondered if her daughter 
actually wasn't aware of how amazing she looked. The 
strong Native American blood lines had given her long, 
thick, lustrous hair that was the envy of most of her 
friends. 

She wasn't bursting out of her bra, but her breasts were, 
high, round and proudly displayed. She had an impossibly 
narrow waist, which belied the ton of junk food she ate, 
and her legs were long and straight. She had the face of 
a movie star with perfect brows, perfect nose, and thick, 
kissable lips. She never wore make up and yet she 
appeared to be wearing it anyway. 

Lori had already been approached by several agencies to 
do modeling shoots for local department stores, but her 
father had vetoed the idea. He wanted his daughter well 
grounded and well educated without vacuous thoughts of 
celebrity. Lori had neither been for or against the idea. 
She was happy with her life and wasn't wanting for 
anything.

"Guess who I saw today?" Lori said, invading her mother's 
thoughts.

"Who?" Anne asked not expecting to be surprised.

"Solomon," Lori said and watched her mother's face.

"Solomon who?" Anne asked a moment before her brain 
registered the name.

"Mom! How many Solomons do you know?" Lori asked in 
frustration.

"Solomon Rayford?!" Anne asked in surprise. "Where? At 
the Mall?"

"Uh huh," Lori nodded. "He was shopping for house wares. 
He said he's just moved back into town. Said he'd give 
you guys a call once he got settled. Had some tall model 
type with him. All icy and shit."

"Lori!" Anne chastised her daughter.

"Sorry, mom," Lori said with a grin, "it was really the 
only way to describe her."

"Well," Anne said, "how's he looking?"

"Mommmmm!" Lori said with a grin. "My God! Are you hot 
for him?"

"Lorrrri!" Anne retorted. "Watch what you say to your 
mother.'

"I can't believe my mom is asking me a question like 
that," Lori said, rubbing it in.

"I merely asked how he looked. Is he fine? Has he changed 
much? Don't read more into it than that. He was, after 
all, a very dear friend."

"Yeah, right!" Lori snorted. "He looked fine alright. Had 
all of my friends swooning."

"Swooning? Where do you pick up those words?"

"I'm well rounded," Lori replied.

Both mother and daughter realized the pun that had been 
made and they both broke into giggles and that's how Big 
Ben Minter found them as he arrived home from his day at 
the office. He stopped half way through the kitchen door 
and looked at his wife and daughter with an eyebrow 
arched over his right eye. Anne and Lori stopped when the 
door opened, but the perplexed look on Ben's face drove 
them into further fits of laughter. Ben shook his head 
and went to the fridge to retrieve a hard lemonade. He 
stood waiting for one or the other of the ladies to catch 
her breath so that he could join in the fun.

"Lori ran into Solomon at the mall today," Anne said, 
sucking in a calming breath.

"I heard he was coming back up here," Ben nodded. "How's 
he look?"

Lori and Anne burst into laughter once again and Ben 
wondered if he'd ever be let in on the joke. He figured 
they'd probably be unable to explain it and he left to go 
change his clothes. 

The incident was forgotten by the time he returned for 
supper. Solomon's name came up and he asked his daughter 
for more details of which she had few. The conversation 
moved on and that was the last mention of Solomon's name 
that evening. 

Lori might have been out of school, but she was still 
only fourteen and her mother was adamant that she get a 
good night's rest, and so, she was trundled off to bed by 
ten thirty. Lori lie in bed that night and let her mind 
wander over the day's events. Her thoughts kept wandering 
to Solomon and she recalled the feeling in the pit of her 
stomach when she'd seen him come out of that boutique. 
She had recognized him and felt her pulse quicken. At 
first, it was at just seeing an old friend, but then she 
remembered thinking how handsome he was and the feeling 
turned into a warmth that had spread to parts of her body 
that had been causing her no end of wonder lately. 

Lori thrust her hands under the tee shirt she wore to bed 
and casually felt her own breasts. Only a few months ago, 
they had been mere bumps on her chest Stiff mounds of 
flesh that held no meaning for her other than making her 
clothes hang strangely, but in the last few months, her 
breasts had begun to swell and take on a fleshier 
appearance. 

The change was gradual and few of her friends and family 
had noticed, but Lori had. Her breasts were softer, 
fleshier, more sensitive. She ran her hands over them now 
and felt the nipples stiffen beneath her fingers. These 
were new also. She now had nipples where she used to have 
two slightly darker pieces of flesh. She loved her 
nipples. 

It had gotten to the point where she would lie in bed and 
idly twist them between thumbs and forefingers, not even 
realizing what she was doing until the feelings of 
arousal built up within her. The first few times she had 
done this, she had felt self-conscious to the point of 
openly laughing at herself. The giggles were gone now. 
Ever since that night when her explorations brought forth 
that warm tingly sensation that had her squirming in bed.

On this night, she actively sought that feeling. She ran 
her finger tips along the contours of her breasts and 
then grasped a nipple between the fingers of either hand. 
She gently rolled and tugged on her nipples, causing them 
to stiffen and swell. It only took a few moments for her 
arousal to begin. She felt the tingly buzz within her 
chest. Then her stomach fluttered and she rubbed her legs 
together. 

The motion of her legs caused the lips of her sex to 
slide slightly against each other, heightening her 
arousal. She moved her right hand away from her breast 
and slowly ran it along her taut stomach. She imagined it 
was someone else's hand. She had done this before, but 
had been unable to put a face to this imaginary lover. 
This time, she had no problem doing so. She pictured 
Solomon. His sparkling blue eyes with their piercing 
gaze. She imagined it was his hand that caressed her 
stomach and moved towards her crotch. 

She moaned loudly at the thought of his touching her this 
way and then bit her lower lip to prevent herself from 
doing so again. Her hand moved over the downy hairs that 
had recently begun to appear on her pubis. Her fingers 
brushed against her swollen clit and her back arched and 
she moaned in spite of herself. Her left hand continued 
to gently twist and pull as she moved it between her left 
and right nipples. Her right hand pressed into her cunt, 
squashing her swollen labia. 

She felt around with her index finger and felt the cleft 
between her fat lips. She pressed it further and suddenly 
felt the moist, warm opening of her vulva. The sensation 
was intense and her legs bent; her knees rising up and 
tenting the bed sheet. Her finger left the moist opening 
and sought out her clitoris again. She pressed into it 
and turned her head quickly to smother the squeal with 
her pillow. Her ass rose up and surged against her hand. 
She teased herself, running her finger between the lips 
of her sex and then circling her swollen clit. 

Her left hand, gone from her breasts now, pushed the 
pillow into her face in an attempt to smother the noises 
she was making. She let her knees fall to either side, 
splaying her cunt lips and giving her better access. Her 
index finger sought her opening and she gently pressed it 
into herself. Her first thrust was tentative; not wanting 
to relive the pain of her first few attempts. The finger 
pressed past her inner lips and pushed in to the second 
knuckle. 

She pulled it out slowly and then thrust it back in. She 
repeated this and quickened it's thrusting until she was 
practically slapping her palm against her pelvis. Her 
muscles flexed and her knees flounced up and down like 
giant butterfly wings. She felt the pleasure intensify 
and knew that her relief was near. She pulled the finger 
out and sought her clitoris. She moved her finger in a 
tight circle around the fleshy button and sucked in a 
deep breath. 

Her orgasm crashed in on her and her legs slammed shut 
and her back arched in jerking motions. She felt her eye 
lids flutter and any one looking would have seen her eyes 
roll up. She was biting into her lower lip, but didn't 
feel the pain. A noise built deep within her and moved 
up, seeking an escape. She struggled against it and wound 
up releasing the tension in a loud gasp. She rolled onto 
her side and thrust her face into the pillow once again. 
Her right hand trapped between her thighs and pressing 
hard against her clit. Every muscle in her body was taut 
and vibrating. 

She voiced a loud, "Nggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!" into her 
pillow and rocked back and forth. It took a full minute 
for her body to relax and she finally collapsed, rolling 
onto her back. 

"Dear sweet Jesus!" She muttered as she stared at the 
ceiling of her darkened room.

The intensity of her orgasm was almost frightening to 
her. She had had explosive orgasms in the past, but this 
one was almost cataclysmic. She had thought she was going 
to pass out. She had memories of lights flashing inside 
her eye lids. Her breathing came in deep ragged gasps and 
she breathed with her mouth wide open to lessen the 
noise. She hoped to God that none of her family had been 
walking by her room during her masturbatory frenzy. 

Her breath evened out and her heart stopped pounding in 
her chest. She settled into her pillow and sought out 
sleep. Her last conscious thoughts were of finding a way 
to fuck Solomon.

* * *

"No way!"

"Yes, way!"

"No way!"

"Way!"

"N."

"Okay, okay," Lori hissed. "I don't want to play that 
game."

"Are you crazy?!" Her best friend asked.

"You saw him," Lori replied as way of an answer.

"Y-yeahhhh!" Jill added, elongating the word. "And, I've 
seen Brad Pitt too, but that doesn't mean I'd sleep with 
him."

"It doesn't?" Lori asked.

"N..., well, maybe," Jill replied and laughed.

"You slut!" Lori laughed and pushed her friend's 
shoulder.

"I'm a slut?" Jill asked with raised eyebrows. "I may say 
that I might sleep with Brad Pitt, but the likelihood is 
so small that I'll never have to put it to the test. But 
you! Well, that's a whore of a different color."

"I think the expression is horse," Lori said, arching her 
own brow.

"If the shoe fits," Jill said with a giggle and jumped 
away before her friend could reach out and hit her.

"Beeeatch!" Lori lampooned. Her hands resting on her 
hips.

"Ho!" Jill replied and stuck her tongue out.

Both girls broke down into gales of laughter. A few 
moments later, Anne Minter knocked on Lori's bedroom 
door.

"Yes?" Lori shouted amidst her laughter.

Anne cracked the door open and saw that it was relatively 
safe to go into the room.

"What are you two up to?" She asked, frowning. "Sometimes 
I think you're still children."

"Oh, mom!" Lori gasped as she tried to catch her breath.

"What were you two jabbering about anyway?" Anne pressed, 
wondering what had driven the two girls to such laughter.

"Brad Pitt!" The two girls voiced in unison. 

They looked at each other and broke into gales of 
laughter once again. Anne watched, smiling, and finally 
shook her head. She wondered at being young and carefree. 
The girls finally stopped laughing.

"Are you done?" Anne asked.

"Yes," Lori snorted, stifling another laugh.

"I just wanted to tell you not to make plans for 
Saturday. We're going over to Solomon's. He said you 
could bring a friend if you wanted to."

The two girls looked at Anne with stunned expressions and 
she wondered why. She was about to ask when Lori finally 
spoke up.

"O...okay," was all she said.

"Ho...o...o...ly, shit!" Jill said, once Anne had left 
the room. "That's weird."

"No," Lori said, shaking her head. "That's fate."

End

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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