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Subject: {ASSM} Last Summer by Vickie Tern 2/11 TG femdom wife
Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2003 19:10:07 -0400
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                            Last Summer

                          by Vickie Tern


                               ii.

If yesterday's Saturday with Craig was nostalgic, that first one
three months ago was nothing of the kind!  It was the first warm
June day of the season, and I was wearing a smart print cotton sun
dress, very chic, no shoulders, a little more flirty than my usual
outfits, and I suppose that put me in the mood.  I met Cheryl at
Les Bergeres for our regular Saturday girls' lunch, as usual.  We
were former college roommates now married and settled in, each in
our own way.  We'd gotten together for gossip as usual, maybe also
shopping or a movie, as we'd done every Saturday noon for several
years, ever since we'd discovered delightedly that we were both
working in the same city.  But that day we'd traded very little
gossip.  Lunch became something quite different from our usual
lunches, something else altogether, something more wonderful and
wicked for both of us.  And instead of returning home in the late
afternoon as usual, I'd returned well after dark.  

Oh, my, that frightening trip home!  I'd felt so awful!  So
conflicted!  So burdened with remorse, yet unable to blame myself! 
So I'd turned on Scott as if he were the one to blame, the poor
dear!   Then the next morning I'd badgered, intimidated, and
seduced him into giving me everything what I needed.  A three month
agreement to do what I wished, that I could use as a moratorium
from him altogether!  What a self-indulgence!  And he'd granted me
the three months!  And actually agreed to my crazy conditions!

That Sunday after my mad Saturday luncheon with its aftermath was
absolutely memorable!  I'd awakened alone in our spare bedroom and
as consciousness returned I'd felt doubly devastated!  Oh, God,
what had I done!  The previous afternoon had been bad enough -- I'd
fucked another man for the first time since my marriage to Scott,
more than fucked him, welcomed him into my every crevice and
opening repeatedly!  I'd craved him!  And then what a bitch I'd
been to Scott when I'd returned home!  

It all came back!  Whatever had possessed me?  Well, my desire for
more of Craig, mainly.  I'd returned home way more Craig's than
Scott's.  My lower regions were all deliciously stretched,
distended, swollen by everything Craig and I had been doing
together.  Not defiled, though I should have felt defiled, I wasn't
married to Craig, I was married to Scott, and Scott hadn't done any
of those things to me -- another man had done them!  I should feel
ashamed!  And I did.  Yet I also felt fulfilled, exalted,
completed, like a goddess whose pussy and boobs were larger than
life!  The sex I'd had seemed to justify anything I might do to
have it again!

I'd awakened that next morning in our spare bedroom and when I sat
up I saw that I was still coated thick with Craig's emissions, my
face and breasts and thighs crusty and sticky with them.  I still
oozed his fluids.  It felt splendid!  I wore his dried semen like
a badge of honor!  

Oh, God, it then struck me, exulting and despairing!  I've really
done it!  I've really and truly done it, destroyed my marriage, and
then to cover myself, to save some vestige of it, to evade my
nagging guilt, resenting the fact that I felt the need to save it,
resenting that I couldn't sink deeper into even worse infidelities,
eager to cram more of Craig into me, I'd come home thinking how to
take advantage of Scott, how to ruin him as a man in my own eyes
for a few months.  My darling husband, who loves and trusts me. 
The only man I've ever loved!  

That first Sunday morning, covered with dried cum, I'd opened our
bedroom door and looked in at him asleep in our huge bed, and tried
to decide how to proceed, what to do.  Then I'd scurried to dump my
stained sheets and undies into the clothes washer to started them
soaking, to destroy the evidence!  Then reluctantly -- my God, I'd
been reluctant! -- I'd showered off all of Craig's dried cum and
smeared excrescences and slobber and returned my body to an
undetectable, pristine normality.  Nearly.  On the outside, anyhow. 
Inside I was still sticky with his cum, I could feel it still
leaking between my legs.  

I carefully patted myself dry and powdered my whole body and
blended a touch of foundation onto the bite marks Craig had made on
my neck and shoulders so they'd be invisible.  Now as far as Scott
was concerned it had never happened.  But it had happened -- my
slit was still a sopping mess!  I was appalled that I felt no
shame, that I wanted it to happen again and again.  That I knew I
could make it happen again and again, if I played it right!  If I
was determined to play it right.

So deliberately, maliciously, I'd gone into our bedroom where Scott
lay asleep and I'd sat down on our bed where he lay still sprawled
on his own side.  Even in my absence he'd respected my side of the
bed.  There was my space, empty, even though in his sleep he'd
tried to fling an arm onto it to bring me closer.  Even in my
absence.  That dear man!  Why was I planning to do this to him?

I noticed that despite my shower and the bath powder I still
smelled strongly of sex -- I should have douched too.  How many
times had Craig pumped his semen into me yesterday?  In how many
places?  On impulse I reached over to my dressing table and
trickled a whole bottle of my most long-lasting perfume onto me. 
Then onto Scott.  Lilac Ecstasy.  The aroma filled the room.  Now
that was all Scott could possibly smell for a few hours!  I was
safe!   

I then awakened him slowly with a gentle conciliatory blow job. 

"Mmmmm!" he'd said at first.  Then a long silence.  Then, "why do
I smell flowers?" he asked quietly, all the while I ran my tongue
up the length of his cock and daintily mouthed its rosy tip.  It
was a lovely cock.  Much like Craig's, I was thinking, a little
shorter but a little thicker, either way a pleasure to have and to
hold in hand, mouth, or pussy.  Different.  Not dangerous or
challenging, not an aggressive instrument of domination like
Craig's, bent to destroy me if I let down my guard.  Not arrogant,
demanding subjugation even while itself hard and unyielding. 
Instead, Scott's cock was comforting, reassuring.  Friendly and
familiar, loving.  It was my very own cock.  I snugged it deeper
into my mouth.

"It's nice, this perfume, but it's yours," he added.  "Why on me?"

"Because I want you to smell like me," I replied lazily, lipping
his cock head.  "It's a lovely scent.  A woman's scent."  That was
certainly true.  Men's fragrances were made from herbs and spices. 
Women's from flowers.  This one was a rich, heady floral bouquet of
lilacs, armfuls of them, deeply feminine.  Why on Scott?  Because
I didn't want him to be able to smell the man-smell on me.  And
then I realized slowly, because I didn't want him to smell like a
man either.  Not now.  Not so soon after Craig.  Not like
competition for Craig, as if Craig was his rival.  I didn't want
any residual manly after shave or cologne smells on him to remind
me of Craig's, and the yearning for Craig I still felt in my count. 
I wanted him to smell like me!  Like a woman!  

These were strange, unfamiliar thoughts.  If he somehow was more
like me, then maybe he'd want me to fuck Craig, because I wanted to
fuck Craig?  He'd be more understanding?  And if he were a woman,
I'd feel less guilty that I'd betrayed him all yesterday afternoon
and into the evening, and that I wanted to do it again and again?

"I want you to," I said again.  "I want you to smell like a woman." 
And suddenly I took his whole cock down my throat and bobbed my
whole head and neck up and down around it.  It slid in and out past
my lips and down through my slippery gorge deep into my esophagus. 
It must have felt to him like an incredibly tight vagina.  He
sighed, as if he'd arrived home for the first time.  If I could
have, I would have smiled.

I'd deep throat a man yesterday for the first time ever, taken a
penis all the way down into my throat, devoured it, because
challenged to do so.  Craig's penis.  At the time I'd wanted to
swallow all of Craig whole, possess him completely!  So I'd pushed
his most vital part down my gullet, and when Craig's cock filled my
neck as it had filled my pussy moments before, stiff and slick, I
felt triumphant, completed!  Now he was altogether in my power!

But I'd never done anything remotely like that with Scott.  Maybe
licked or kissed him a few times preliminary to other things, but
never even sucked on him.  Certainly never taken him deep down into
my throat.  I'd never thought it possible, how could anyone breath
with that thing stuffed down their throats?  Would Scott get
suspicious now, wonder where suddenly I'd learned to push a cock
into me that way, and wonder why I was doing it?  I almost didn't
care!  I wanted to overwhelm my hubby, give him something of what
I'd given Craig, let him benefit from my infidelity with Craig,
share in it, because he was my true beloved.  Craig was my
obsession, but Scott was my life!  

My poor cuckolded Scott!  I wanted to make him happy too!

With that thought I plunged him deeper down my throat and pumped my
head and neck on it until he gasped and stiffened and finally
throbbed, sending his little sperms hurtling down into my tummy to
join Craig's.  To join Craig's -- that thought was so satisfying! 
Then I milked the base of his cock once or twice with my lips and
pulled myself off him.  

"All right?" I said slyly?  

"Where did you learn to do that?" he asked, amazed.

I couldn't answer of course.  So I kissed him.  Wickedly, I wiped
my sperm-thickened tongue on his lips, and I was gratified to see
him lick it off.  His own sperm.  Another first!  "All right?" I
asked him again.

He hesitated a moment, then concentrated on my question.  "Do you
mean 'All right, that felt good'?  Yes, better than all right,
Andy!  It felt marvelous!"  He sounded sincerely appreciative. 
"Or do you mean 'All right I'll wear your perfume and smell like a
woman'?  "

Of course!  I'd already forgotten.  The last thing I'd said before
going down on him was 'I want you to smell like a woman.'  I
certainly did, too!  And he remembered.

"Both!"  I said.  An idea was forming.  "I want both for you!"

"Is this related to last night?  What you said about how I need to
understand women better?" he asked carefully, faintly worried. 
"That I should try to do what women do and all that?"

"Yes," I said, suddenly reminded of that fierce diatribe I'd raged
at him last night, my mock fury with him.  It could be.  Yes! 

"You don't mean just now and that's all?  You mean from now on? You
want me to wear perfume the way you wear perfume?  As a usual
thing?"

Exactly!  I'd never have asked that of him!  It hadn't even
occurred to me!  But he'd said it!  Yes!  Let him be my delicate,
flowery, girly-smelling Scott, no match for my rough-hewn Craig! 
In fact I should dominate him in other ways too, the way I try to
dominate Craig and  Craig refuses to be dominated.  Scott would go
along with me because he loves me!  I should make his agreeing to
my demands a test of his love, if need be!  Maybe also belittle him
and humiliate him the way Craig tries and fails to humiliate me!  

Well, not exactly in the way Craig tries it, that can get pretty
wild.  Scott could never stand being fisted, for example, but I'd
been fisted in both openings and when Craig thought me helplessly
impaled had imprisoned his arms inside me.  But I'd could be firm
with Scott!  "Yes!" I said.  "All the time!" 

"Andy, what would people think, me wearing perfume?"

"Why should you care?" I said in a tight voice.  How did I get into
this?  All because I didn't want him to smell Craig on me!  But now
there's no backing away.  "It's what I think that matters.  It's
what I want!  For you to smell like me!"  

Too stern!  Be more appealing, reassuring!  "Besides, what people? 
School's out, there're no more students, and no more colleagues! 
You'll be buried in your study all summer writing that book.  Or
maybe you'll be in the college library, but who cares if a few
librarians notice that one professor smells of lilacs?  It'll make
things all the more pleasant for you, too."  

He looked troubled.  Unsure what was happening.  So more gently,
more casually, I added, "Oh, sweetheart, I'd love it if you smelled
just like me!  And no one would even notice, not if it's
appropriate!   We can arrange things so the way you look, no one
thinks it's at all odd that you're wearing a woman's perfume."

He stared at me, understanding immediately what I meant.

"Yes, darling, that's what we'll do!  For the whole summer!  It
won't be that difficult!"  And with that I held my breath.  Would
he understand what I meant?  Would he actually accept such a weird
idea?

"Oh!" he said quietly.  For a moment that was all he said.  Then
"That's what you want?  For the whole summer?  You really want
that?"

He was so quick!  He did see!  No wonder I loved him!  "Yes," I
said again, and I nodded as if I were determined, unshakeable. 
"That's what I want, and that's what you'll do.  For the whole
summer.  Not very long, only for a few months, just long enough to
give you a taste of what it's like.  Long enough for you to find
your own femininity so you can understand mine better!  We'll be so
much happier together afterward.  And you'll enjoy it!  I'll want
you to enjoy it!  I'll help you, of course!"  

He just looked at me, his face inexpressive.  And all I could think
to myself was at that moment was 'Yes, this is the way!  Carry on
from last night's quarrel, improvise, keep up the pressure, forget
Scott is a man, think of him as a woman, and have a glorious summer
guilt-free of fucking Craig!'  

Just terrible!  But it would work!  And it won't last, this
passion.  In a few months I'm sure we'll have returned to the way
we were.  Meanwhile it can't hurt for Scott to understand a woman's
point of view a little better.  

"It'll be lovely!"  I added.  "You'll love it.  You're always
turned on when you see me wearing my bras and panties.  Maybe I'll
be turned on when I see you in yours!  It'll be delicious, being
sexy together!"

Then I felt a really wicked impulse, and I yielded to it! 
Implicate Scott, make him a participant!  "Here, have a taste of
it, of being me!  Taste my femininity," I said, suddenly climbing
onto him and straddling his head.  "Taste it!  Sink your nose in
it!"  

And I sat down on his face, his nose poking at my lit, his mouth
under my pussy.  I squeezed my vaginal muscles ever so slightly,
and an oozing of Craig's cum went directly into his mouth.  I felt
him swallow.  Wonderful!  I knew he couldn't speak, that I was in
complete charge!  "More!"  I said.  "Kiss me, sweetheart!"

He did.  I squeezed harder this time, and a whole glop of Craig's
semen slipped out of me and into his mouth.  Oh, God the elation! 
The triumph!  "Swallow me again!" I commanded, and he did.  

Then for the next ten minutes I squeezed and he swallowed, and it
was exquisite!  My one true love was subjugated, humiliated, made
to eat another man's cum as an act of love for me, and he didn't
even know it!  But I did!  Yes!  And I loved it, that he was
himself cleaning the last evidences of Craig out of me!  As if he
were participating in my adultery, forgiving it, wanting it,
encouraging it!  Helping me hide the evidence.  Kissing my pussy to
console me, to tell me it's all right

Yes!  He'd do this after every one of my sessions with Craig! 
Every Saturday I'd have lunch with Cheryl and then I'd meet Craig
and use his body ruthlessly, and when I get home Scott will clean
me out, forgive me his own cuckoldry, and never even know it. Yes!

Moreover, he'll be a girl when he does it, he's already agreed to
that too!  He won't be my husband but my girlfriend when I'm
fucking Craig!  I'll be sharing Craig's semen with my girlfriend! 
How can that be a betrayal of him?

I was quite mad, but it all seemed perfectly reasonable at the
time.  When Scott finished licking me clean, I snuggled into bed
with him and kissed him.  Now I had both men in bed with me,
Scott's body and Craig's semen, and we both had Scott's and Craig's
semen inside our tummies.  My Scott's mouth now tasted of Craig's
cum.  Scott's flavor was lighter, different.  I could still taste
it from the blow job I'd given him, but his kisses now tasted like
Craig's.  I did hope he wouldn't notice and compare flavors.  

"Mmmmm!" was all I said.  We were launched into something
altogether new for me.  For my lovely hubby too.  I had no idea how
it would end.

"We'll make love as lesbians this summer, lover," I told him.  "Not
as man and wife.  As women.  It'll give you an incentive."

"An incentive?" he asked.  "For what?"

"To look pretty for me," I said.  "To be an attractive woman for
me."

Maybe he didn't grasp all the implications.  "Lesbians?  You won't
want me to enter you?" he asked.  He sounded wary, faintly hurt.

"Oh yes," I replied blithely.  "Of course you will, we'll use
dildos on each other, lesbians do that.  Maybe you'll use the one
that's already attached to you, and I'll get one I can strap on and
use on you.  Or maybe I should get you another strap-on to use on
me.  That way you're less likely to feel manly when we make love. 
We won't want that.  Yes, that's what we'll do!"  

Yes.  If Scott's cock from now on would be a rubber protuberance,
then Craig's hot prick would have exclusive access to me.  I'd
already spent hours and hours trying to wear it out, trying to give
and get from it more than he'd given or gotten.  Was Craig man
enough to take care of my lusts exclusively in one day each week,
after a week when I've had no man in me at all, only a dildo?  I'd
tell him that would be his task -- that would challenge him!  Then
we'd see.

Scott was silent.  Was he still wondering whether I was serious? 
I wondered too.  I knew I was being really weird.  Was I serious? 
Whether or not, I had to be now.  I'd gone way too far to reverse
course.

Lying there next to Scott that first Sunday, coming to my senses,
I re-considered what I'd just done.  I'd followed my instincts and
improvised.  It suddenly occurred to me that none of this was
necessary.  I could have drowned him in fragrance last night as
soon as I'd gotten home.  Soaked him in so much perfume that he'd
never have detected my fermy spermy smell.  Then maybe I could have
gotten him too drunk to detect anything at all, barely able to
totter off to bed.  Then all this wouldn't have followed, my
conniving to persuade my perfect gentleman to become a perfect lady
for a few months, so I could feel free to enjoy a summer's sexual
fling.  It wouldn't even have occurred to me to make Scott over
into a lady.

But last night I'd been desperate, reaching for any excuse, any
plan!  It had killed me to do what I'd done to him last night,
feigning anger, hurting him badly, stalking off indignantly.  But
I'd thought I had no choice!  It was the only thing I could think
of!  There he was, waiting up for me, eager to see me, eager to
welcome me home and make love to me, and yet I couldn't let him
smell me or touch me or come anywhere near me!  Not the way I
arrived home, smelling over-ripe, Craig's juices all over my
thighs.  That man had come into me and onto me and all over me like
a firehose!  I'd tried to mop him off and out of me with a motel
towel, and before I'd dashed out of our motel room and over to my
car I'd shoved a handful of tissues into my pussy to stem the flow. 
But I'd gotten dressed hurriedly, because it was already dark out
when I'd come to my senses and realized that Scott would be worried
about where I was.  I knew that there simply wasn't time to shower
and clean up, that I had to return to Scott the way I was, dripping
Craig's juices as I went.

God, I'd thought, I should never have gotten all the way naked with
Craig in the first place!  Not the first time with him, anyhow!  It
would have been enough for me to just lift my skirt and drop my
panties, all the while staring him down so he'd accept that minimal
offering, that challenge, and wouldn't dare try for more.  I should
never have allowed Craig to strip me the way he did that first
time, all the way, slowly, looking into my eyes steadily the whole
time, hook by hook, button by button, snap by snap, challenging me
in turn to stop him, challenging me to give in first.  Which I
couldn't possibly do!  No way!  I'd looked back at him as
steady-eyed as he was, as unintimidated, giving as good as I was
getting, also not cracking the slightest change of expression.  In
fact I'd unbuckled and then unzipped his pants, and unbuttoned his
shirt, with the same locked-eye impassivity he'd maintained.  Our
undressing of each other had been a duel, and a draw until the very
end.

But when we were both unclothed, naked, I'd won!  I'd won that
round, anyhow.  It was Craig who first ran his huge hand down my
bare skin, from my armpit down my waist and around my hip and along
my flank, caressing me, assuring himself that I was finally
absolutely open to him, naked, wholly accessible, ready!  It was
Craig who then broke off eye contact and looked down to survey the
bare body he now held in both his hands, my breasts pointing at
him, taunting him, challenging him to resist them!  Craig had
stopped staring into my eyes and stared down at them, and I'd won!

When I realized I'd won, I looked down too to see what he was
seeing.  There they were, my nipples poking out at him as distended
and stiff as they ever get.  Huge, swollen and rigid, the way they
get sometimes when I'm leaning back in Scott's arms and my entire
body is a tight-wound spring anticipating the golden moment, the
next moment, when Scott will sink himself into me and make us one,
and we'll each disappear into each other, no longer separated, one
flesh.  

And what I saw below my outthrust nipples was Craig's cock!  There
it was below my breasts, below his hairy belly, angry, a stiff
purple staff aimed straight at my crotch!  I suddenly wanted Craig
to sink himself into me.  Not Scott, Craig!  I wanted it!  Him!  I
was eager for him to move that fierce prick toward me, desperate! 
I could already feel it bulging and pulsing inside me!  And yet he
hadn't even moved!  God!  It was terrible!  Wonderful!  We just
stood there like that, looking down at each other's nude bodies,
hands stroking each other, moving slowly closer to our pleasure
places.

That was the moment I became unfaithful to Scott, that moment when
I wanted Craig and knew I'd soon have him.  That was when I'd
already committed the infidelity in my heart and mind, my marriage
vows abandoned!  For the first time, for the first time since I'd
first met my lovely Scott and realized that this was the man I
wanted to have and to hold and to keep for the rest of my life, I
wanted another man!  It had been dizzying, my scheming to capture
Scott, and not at all easy to bring off -- Scott was living with
another girl at the time.  But I'd gotten him, and he was all the
man I'd ever wanted.  I still remembered my wedding day as the
happiest of my life!  I'd sworn to be faithful to him that day, and
God how I'd meant it, almost crying in gratitude that he loved me
as profoundly, as deeply as I loved him!  And he'd sworn the same
thing, and I knew he'd meant it too, with all his heart!

And after five years of marriage I loved Scott more than ever!  But
yesterday afternoon Craig was all the man I wanted, the only man I
wanted at that moment!  When I saw my hard, pointy nipples offering
themselves to Craig, aiming themselves at him defiantly, and Craig
bending as if to touch his tongue to each one, I felt unbelievable
desire!  When his tongue actually did touch a nipple tip a shock
moved through me into my groin so sharply that I screamed.  And
again!  Each time!  Now it was Craig I wanted!  I wanted Craig! 
Deeply, completely!  Not for life, no way, only for ten minutes of
hard, delirious fucking!  Ten minutes would have been enough at
that point, but I had to have him in me that moment!  I had to!  

So as Craig pushed me gently backward toward the motel bed, his
large hands pressing against my wide naked hips, I pulled him
along, my hands pressed against his muscular waist.  Then suddenly
I felt the edge of the bed on my legs.  My knees buckled, and I
fell back.

And ten seconds later my infidelity to Scott was confirmed in my
flesh.  Another man's cock was deep inside me, and my legs were
wrapped tight around his back, ankles locked, pulling it in even
deeper, clamping him firmly into me!  I was now an adulteress,
signed and sealed, for the first time ever and for all time to
come!  An unfaithful wife!  A slut!

God, it was so great!  

Craig's thick and throbbing cock pushed way in, and then pulled
out, and when it was all the way in again I ground my crotch onto
it!  Writhing!  Wriggling!  Grinding!  At that moment, for that
moment, my cunt had the tightest iron grip imaginable on that huge
cock, and it wouldn't let go, it couldn't, my pussy muscles were
stony, rigid.  And then when for the first of many times that cock
started to spasm and spasm and wouldn't quit, and my whole body
shrieked, and my pussy muscles joined in uncontrollably.  Together
we'd created a whole symphony of spasms.  Of orgasms?  I lost
track!  My cup, I was thinking in pure joy, my cup runneth over,
his sperm and my secretions were overflowing all over me, down my
legs, soaking the bed! 

And then again!  After that first fuck we couldn't quit, either of
us!  For hours and hours, we went wild!  I remember it now as a
series of lightning flashes.  We were climbing all over each other,
our mouths, tongues, skin, hands, all my openings grasping at
anything of his, pushing into or against his, my whole body
clenched in the most delicious craving and straining and striving
and reaching and grasping of my life!  Oh, God, I was utterly out
of my mind!  Insane!  Delightfully, grandly, madly!  For hours!

Then when we were done, spent, emptied, exhausted, I finally came
to my senses.  I looked out at that dark motel window and then at
that illuminated clock by that tumbled motel bed, and I realized I
had better leap to get dressed and get out of there and get back
home.  My God, what have I done, I was now thinking for the first
time that day.  What will Scott think?  Can he forgive me?  No, of
course not!  Why should he?  Why should he ever forgive me?  

Why should he ever know?

I'd thrown on my clothes, no matter that our sweat had mixed and
mingled and Craig's man-smell had rubbed off and soaked into my
skin everywhere, into my hair, my crotch, no matter that his saliva
was still all over my neck, both wet and dry, from when he'd
discovered that's what really turns me on, what that does to me,
being kissed and slobbered on the neck.  And who knows where his
tongue had been before then or afterward?  My ass crack and
buttocks were coated, sticky.  My cunt still radiated warm joy all
through me even while it trickled onto my legs.  My ass was sore,
burning a little.  No one had ever been in there before and it had
hurt when Craig had forced himself into me there and pillowed his
belly on my buttocks, then slowly begun to move.  And the hurt had
then become something else!  Ecstatic!  I'd felt grandly superior,
because this man was a lowly slave servicing my ass!  When he'd
pulled out and left me lying on my belly with a secret smile on my
lips, I'd told him to kiss my asshole to make it feel better, and
he hadn't even hesitated.  Then while he was licking and sipping at
my rosebud, from sheer spite I'd squeezed some of his cum back out
of my bowels into his mouth.  "Swallow me!" I'd commanded. 
"Swallow it!"  And he'd swallowed his own sperm!  Who knows what
else?  Score another for me!

We'd both swallowed his sperm.  Lots.  My own mouth and lips were
still thick-coated with it, and I could still taste it.  Heavy,
strong, not at all light and spicy like Scott's.  

Maybe I'd feel less guilty if I shared it with Scott, I was
thinking wildly at the time, even as our naked bodies lay pressed
on each other.  Maybe Craig's sperm inside Scott would make him
more like Craig, more heavy-bodied, so I could have both men in one
man?  No, that was a fantasy of course.  They were each their own
men.  But now I wanted both!  Talk about confusion?  But it had
gotten so late!  It was dark out!

No time to put my pantyhose back on, so I'd pushed them into my
purse and grabbed some more kleenexes and pushed more tissues into
my crotch along with the other drenched stuff and then dashed for
the door.  One last look back at Craig.  He was lying on his back
at his leisure, quietly watching me as I scampered to get out of
there.  Though I knew I'd exhausted him, he still looked cocky.

"I'll call about next time," he said.  So there'll be a next time,
I told myself, and then I was shocked to hear myself say, 'Good!'


end 2/11
VickieTern@AOL.COM

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