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"Good morning," says the writer opened the door.
"Hello, how are you?" makes the woman and entered the safe. He goes to sit on his usual
chair, pulls out the vibrator from her bag and a small tube
Vaseline, supporting them on the arm. The wink: "This is
small, it is your ass. "In other words, the pussy is free, what are you doing
want.
He does not collect the invitation, only her eyes seem to darken blacks still
more. He asks: "How did you know that today was Conquette
Anal?
"I did not know. It was I that I wanted to feel something in your ass. And
pussy ready to be filled, just in case. But you had not buggered in your
goodbye? "
"Yes, this now is a virtual story, a dream within a dream by a
diachronic point of view, the close intertwining of stories in August. The
read more now for the sake of climax and anticlimax. After the Filth
of oysters and champagne, I think there is a need for something soft to
sentimental, romantic ... "
"Un'inculata romantic ..." she looks skeptical.
"Anything can be romantic, depends on the spirit with which you do. What
read now is a story short, very soft, very sad. Conquette
I do not ever want to read the final, he stopped at some point.
You'll understand immediately why. "
"Sometimes I do not know if it really exists Conquette, or Nerino, Gavina,
Marie-Françoise "she reflected aloud." As today's story
is short, we have time to talk a bit '. Why do not you describe a bit '
Conquette? "
"It 's described in the stories, I think. What is there to say more?"
"In the stories does not seem a real person, but a kind of genius
sex, an embodiment of sexual pleasure. But it was really,
physically? "
"It was small, shorter than you. He was young then, but had a face
unripe, a physicist from the eternal teenager. Today, will have thirty-seven, but
I'm sure it still might seem like my daughter. Well-proportioned,
roundabout in the right places, but not at all flashy, dressed in a manner
appear as little as possible. Was a surprise to see her naked, apparition of
grace and beauty entirely unexpected. "
"I was like, in anything?" asks the woman.
The writer stops to look at her as if to see her today for the first
time: "Apart from the voice, you mean?" You, you see that you have a few more years,
but maybe you're more beautiful, you have long hair, his features more regular, the
curves more pronounced. You're a woman, and she, at thirty-two, still seemed
a girl, had the knobs on the cheeks, sharp teeth. However, you
the same kind of beauty, quiet, discreet, almost hidden. People
does not turn to look down the street, whistling behind there, but just
studied a little 'better to understand the nature of your charm. Yes, there
you look like the outside, but inside I think, as an attitude, be
quite similar. "
"And the ass?" investigates the woman.
"How can I tell?" replied the writer. "I never saw your
ass. "
It 's true, she thinks, as far as he has masturbated and sucked, I do not
has never seen her naked. "If it is for this reason, remedy right away." He gets up,
turn, raises her skirt, pushing your butt back a little;
of course, came with no pants.
He kneels behind her, caressing, along with the fingers
gap, supports the lips against the hole hidden, the wise with his tongue.
"I love it, his ass" she says.
"Yes, it was perfect, was the Platonic idea of the ass, was the essence of each Job
a woman's ass nell'iperuranio. But your ass is a beautiful,
barely wider than her. Oval, symmetrical, neither fat nor thin;
hot to touch, smell fragrant, good to lick. Here, you in the ass
really look like. "A pause," You want to read it now? "
"Yes," she says. And then, almost shameful, "Look I thought, if you
can bring pleasure reading to do something outrageous ... "
"Rather than suck the bird, do you mean?"
"Yes, I do not know what he was doing Conquette as he read the stories. I know,
maybe said obscenity, blasphemy or farting. And it remained registered
on tape, to excite more, later. You may want to ask without
shame. "
"Conquette, actually, just read, and every time he masturbated. But
your not a bad idea. However, does not fit well to the story
Today, I told you, is romantic, almost dull. Wait for the next, for
devise some bullshit, there, there will be perverse situations ... "
"More than in oysters and champagne?"
"Yes, much more: sadomasochism, coprophilia, ripples ..."
"I do not know what they mean, but I can not wait." she says with
bright eyes. "However, left at least touch, and I, I want to
hear something in the ass. Predisponiamoci. The carpet looks soft.
But this time I want to record the preparations. "
He does lay on her back on the carpet, take the paper, turn on the
recorder, let her skirt fall to the ground, takes off his blouse,
knit now, is completely naked. Him, admires her from below, without speaking.
The woman takes the rubber phallus and Vaseline, he sits on his face,
leans forward in the position of the sixty-nine. He orders: "Ungimi
her ass and then put me into the harness. "He does, always
silence. "Turn it on, now." A faint hum, a urletto suffocated. I must
express my pleasure, she thinks, what would Conquette? Exclaims
decided: "God pig's in my ass, it's nice to feel full in the ass." Then,
is dedicated to fuck him, which is already hard, pointed at the ceiling. The
grabs, if he passes on her breasts, rubbing the chapel on her nipples, then
takes in his mouth, I decided bites, sucks at the bottom. It 's good,
the smell coming from his groin, is good taste of his cock that
feels inside deep throat. Must remove it, reluctantly, if he wants to read. The
picks up, begins to lead him hither, with a slow, regular, passing
fingers across the pole from the tip to the hilt. What would you say to Conquette
to please her man? "God dog, you're a fucking wonderful" Proclamation to the
tape that takes place inside the methodical recorder. Now it's up to him to make
part, but what is fit, if not do so by, remains as a
wooden puppet. What would he say Conquette? Ventured: "Lick the
pussy, asshole! "When you hear the first shot of language, begins to read.

LIFE TOGETHER

Conquette looks at him lovingly, her eyes misty with tears, said: "It 's
my goodbye, you know ...
A flash of light across his brain; François, still lost in the
dream of the joys of love, open your eyes to fatigue. The first light of a
Sunday in December just filters through the blinds, a sweet,
familiar, wraps. Turn your head towards the woman who, in
half-light, rest quiet beside him, turned on its side, under the
warmth of the blankets, still sleeping Conquette. His final farewell, then,
was not really a goodbye, think slowly emerging François
unconsciousness of sleep. They did not separate at the end of that August
wonderful Conquette stayed with him, with his bag in blue flowers,
creams and perfumes, light clothing, with all his love, forever.
I'm almost four months, now living with a situation of perfect
happiness, devoting every spare moment to talk about love, touch,
fuck, and every night in his sleep François relives that day in August, the
first sodomized, the farewell of Conquette, and wakes up every morning and if the
found nearby, as in a dream infinite while sleeping warm and fragrant,
the alarm and make love, before going to work, and Conquette, who knows
as in the morning the cocks of men, after a night's rest, are more
hard, more resistant, you can enjoy those fucking morning as the most
sweet to wake up and start a new day.
But today is Sunday, there is no rush to get up, François can take it
comfortable. He feels, under the sheets, his cock already overbearing erection
like every morning when you wake up, consider what to do, while the warmth of
body Conquette sleeping blessed a few inches from him, slowly the
reaches and warms. He dives under the covers, look for the dark form
Job of Conquette, it grazes on his face, the intoxicating perfume.
But it's too hot down there, and the radiators have been at that hour,
warmed the room. François raises blankets, dropped to the ground,
turns out, to the delight of his eyes and his heart, the perfect body
Conquette, who continues to sleep, completely naked. Again, he
approaches the ass of her, kisses her lightly little hole stretch in which the
his cock has grown accustomed to penetrate with the ease that only a
continuous, complete privacy allows fans, and while he kisses and
Rim Job, the idea comes to mind. But first, the
legs spread apart slightly, gently, taking care not to
wake her, always standing behind her, his face between her legs
widened, the gap admire the pussy that looks so between the hairs
curly, you lay your lips, suggests the mood of sex, that the nectar
night we lodged. They swept the night before, as usual, the first
to sleep, and sleep like Conquette immediately after orgasm, with
meaning yet exultant, satisfied that sleep, without marring
the atmosphere to get up to wash. So every morning he finds,
in the midst of licking his lips, titillation trigger using the language,
Conquette scent of pleasure, of those deliciously bitter juices that
Her pussy plentiful pantry every time you entered, and perhaps even
few drops of his cum lost, that she, with illogical
woman in love, down, every time you drink, gently salted.
François feels he has covered quite the object of his love,
decides to take action, gets up, enters the bathroom, holding back
a tube of Vaseline, a vibrator. This repositioning in bed, Conquette.
He begins to rub the chapel with Vaseline; kisses once again on
hair the sleeping woman, the scent is intoxicating, then, a collection
good amount of vaseline on the index, penetrates gently with your finger in
Conquette asshole, rubbing gently against the walls for
lubricate them thoroughly, feeling the sphincter to contract around her in her sleep
finger as wanting to hold, retain forever. Conquette resurfaces
slowly from the depths of sleep, felt behind the presence of his
Man, it feels penetrated, with eyes still half closed, the first wire
voice, asked, without turning, "Honey, what do you do?"
"I'm going to put it in the ass," he says. And Conquette smiles, sighs
without opening his eyes, murmured only, "How beautiful!". François hears
anus relax muscles around his finger that the searches, he sees
slightly raise a leg to facilitate the butt. Punta chapel
against the adorably wrinkled little hole, a slight push with the pelvis;
and feels his cock penetrate easily in the ass obediently offered him
feels very warm and hospitable housed in the bowels of Conquette begins to
move back and forth, and squeezes him.
"You're a bitch" the whispered, "Yes, I'm your bitch, but also
your woman, your treasure, your joy, your love "reaffirms
Conquette, starting to move in unison with him to facilitate the
penetration, to feel your cock inside my ass down to the base of the auction,
up to the hilt. "Touch me, love, or I'll do it alone" begs Conquette,
anxious to hear a friendly hand to relieve the tension growing inside the
her sex, which inflates the trigger. François, without answering, hands her
vibrator, vibrator that you buy was made by him during
that memorable trip to Bologna and since then has given sweet
hours of solitary pleasure. Conquette takes it, smiles, expand a
little 'legs, slips effortlessly plastic cock in pussy wet;
the electric motor is started with a hum, Conquette, doubly
fuck, already moans of a new, more intense pleasure when slightly
head, now with the mind and senses wide awake François looks into his eyes,
blissful smiles, says, "How beautiful, how nice, I want to wake up so
every day. "She grabbed his hand, raised a finger to his mouth, the
suck, lick it with passion, it bites with teeth sharp as if
the same giving head, stops a moment to say: "Give in,
my love, I want to feel your dick in her ass until the balls, I want
both big and hard as it has never been, want to drown in your
Cum "and starts to suck his finger, but breaking off more and more
often give vent to sighs and groans with waves of pleasure that feels
fit within. François, so gently urged, the pace accelerates
dell'inculata, almost feel his cock seek contact with the
vibrator, driven across the body of Conquette, is the
mechanically drilling regularly pussy, would reduce the
thin wall of flesh and mucous membranes that separate each of the two sources
pleasure for a moment that dream is another man, a fucking meat and
blood, in and out rhythmically in his wife's pussy, get it
enjoy, goes even further, expand the chapel feels in her ass
Conquette, biting the ear, shoulder, at the height of excitement, feeling
sphincter contraction, tightening his incredibly State invader
warns the body, her legs stiff, mouth gaping in a
silent moan, he felt that Conquette reached orgasm. Another two, three
pushed to the bottom and the pleasure's part of the brain, it reaches to the hilt,
the squirts sperm in subsequent projects, arrogant, ass forced
Conquette. François I lay my head on the pillow, relaxes slowly
and feels his cock back to rest, retreat slowly from the ass
has just held, and Conquette turns back, looks at him
those beautiful eyes, every day more in love, paste to your lips
his, kisses him as "my treasure".
....
But, again, a flash of light from behind closed shutters, stabs him;
François apparent fatigue with sleep still suspended between two worlds reaches out
hand. But no longer feels the heat, the smell of Conquette close. "Four
months of the distance, and every night the same dream, "thinks with the first
glimmer of conscience. At the touch of her hand the woman lying at his side,
turning in bed, he walks away. In the distance, the voice of Marie-Françoise
sounds sleepy, irritated: "Let me sleep, at least on Sundays."
François turns himself on the other hand, sits on the opposite bank
of the bed. "If I could dream forever," he thinks, closing his eyes.

When it stops to read, they feel, for a couple of minutes, only the hum
a battery-powered scooter, the eddies of cunnilinguo and fellatio, and then
the sighs of a man and a woman come together, the engine that
fades into a groan of pleasure, her light footsteps approaching
across the room, the clicking of the recorder.

....

"I had come a great desire," says the woman "who after turning off the
recorder I lay back on the carpet, on top of him, and Did I
taken in the mouth. She had just cum and I have not given time to
ammosciarsi; practically remained hard for two consecutive orgasms. I
did a little 'hard work, but in the end I did enjoy. He, meanwhile, to
lick her pussy again. We have come together, it was great. "Closes
eyes, sighs, still seems tired, as if he had just finished
suck.
The boy gets out of bed, begins to dress, "You know what's new?
That to date there is no broom. You made me lose their appetite. "
The woman does not move, "Yes, bravo, you're right. I, too, I no longer
really want to fuck with you. "
He is now fully dressed, peering menacingly from the edge of the bed;
she is completely naked, lifting the sheets stretching, spreading her legs with a
lewd gesture, the cheeky smiles as he just waiting for it
go.
"I warn you, if you return, even if only once we are gone. If you think
I do like to wear the horns ... "
"Because you, in these two years, I've never cheated?"
"But that got to do, but sorry, it's different ..."
"Ah, here it is different," she concludes with an expression halfway between fatigue
and liberation. "When you go, turn off the lights and shut the door." It turns
on the side of the wall, closes his eyes, waiting for sleep to take it.
Only an hour's sleep, then her children return from school.

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