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 This is a work of fantasy.  It is not about real people, and if it is, its
not what they would do.  (not that you are likely to know them anyway).  If
you are under 18, go away, since I don't like to get in trouble.  If you
are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at asstr?  In other words,
go away.  If none of this applies to you, great!  Read on!  Have fun!  Let
me know what you like!  Oh, and I work hard on my writing...so guess what?
Its mine.  That's right boys and girls...its copyrighted...so if you want
it?  Just ask- we'll talk.

   Dryad
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*** Trivial Games (MF,cons)

   "Where are the Cascade Mountains?" She asked, smiling up at him.

   "Umm, not sure...give me a minute" He looked at her slightly frustrated
at the way she moved off a bit, letting only his head rest against her
warmth.

   "I'll give you whatever time you want...think you can stand it?" She
giggled.  "Come on, it's a really easy question." She wiggled a bit to
tease him.

   "Give me a hint." He attempted to thrust, but couldn't, as she backed
away, keeping the distance between them constant.

   "Cheater.  Okay...They are in the US...give me a state."

   "Okay.  They aren't in California." She kept her face blank, like a
poker player, as he attempted to read the answer in her face.  "They aren't
in the east.  I know those....and the Rockies are along the like Colorado
and Wyoming....ummmm Washington?"

   She sighed deeply as he thrust into her, the teasing only making it more
intense.  After a few moments however, she knew it was her turn.

   "Okay miss smarty pants." He grinned down at her, and she knew she was a
goner.  "Tell me who was the last PGA ..."

   "Hey, no sports!  We agreed!  You know I know jack shit about
sports...that'd be cheating."

   "yeah, yeah...sore loser.  What president was shot in Buffalo NY?"

   She grinned widely, grinding her hips up to his in anticipation...while
he kept moving back the same as she had done on her turn.

   "McKinley." She moaned wildly, shifting in the sheets as he pressed into
her.  She arched into him, each question bringing them each higher and
higher , but never quite there.  She felt the light sheen of sweat on her
body, as well as his everywhere she touched him.  Her breathing grew ragged
and she moaned loudly.  She felt the coming onslaught and then he stopped.

   Yes, he stopped.

   "Your turn." He smiled at her, knowing what he'd done.

   "Oh!  You're going to get it for that!" She thought for a moment. 
"Besides the Vatican, what is the smallest country in the world?"

   "another Geography?  Come on...have a heart!" He tweaked her nipple
eliciting a sigh.

   "Oh, all right.  You took a lot of science, right?  Here's one for
you...Name 3 of the 4 components in human DNA."

   "Biology?  Hell, that's no fair...I thought you were gonna ask like a
physics question or something." He sighed at her mock glare.  "Fine.  3 you
say?" He paused for a moment, and she watched him as his eyes closed in
deep concentration...her fingernails suddenly grazing his nipples above
her. "Oh, god.  Cytocine?"

   "mmhmm." Her nails continued down his sides.

   "Guanine?" He squeaked as she hit a tender spot.

   "mmhmm." She sighed softly at the impending onslaught.

   "What else?  Give me a hint." Her shocked look must have given her away.
"You don't even know do you?  List them then!"

   she smiled.  "Okay, okay it was a trick question--you knew the two I
could remember--you win."

   She whimpered as he took his prize forcefully.  This time there would be
no more teasing, no more tests.  He filled her completely, her breaths
coming in rasping gasps.  The waves came quickly this time, her shuddering
frame arching against him so tightly, her head hung upside down.  Still he
took her, slowing slightly, allowing her to enjoy the rush.  Her moans and
broken words filled the silence.  Then he noticed; her body didn't unbend,
and he could feel her inner muscles still milking him and he realized she
was still cumming.  Her words were no longer coherent, but it didn't
matter. He seemed to recognize the exact rhythm she needed to keep her in
that state, keeping her at her peak.

   And then as she started to stir, his words filled her.

   "You are so incredible, so responsive.  Look at what you do when I
simply touch you like this." She gave a low pitched moan.  "I can feel you,
feel your muscles against me.  God, you're trembling.  Do you have any idea
how you make me feel with how open you are with your responses?"

   Her body still came, came longer than she ever imagined; ever thought
possible, unable to reciprocate, her body no longer acting, but reacting,
until she was afraid she might actually pass out.

   And then he came.  His thrusts grew quicker, longer, pressing into her,
and she felt the sudden surge of his cock deep inside her.  He fell against
her.  And she sighed warmly as she finally started to come back down, after
a twenty minute high.

   the next day, she smiled as she opened her email: "I have to tell you
that last night was probably the most incredible night of sex I have ever
had.  Knowing that I was able to turn you on to that degree is a huge
compliment to you.  And what I mean by that is for you to allow yourself to
get to that state, you must have felt incredibly comfortable with me..."

   Those of you who "helped" me know who you are...thanks:) Copyright Dryad
(gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2002