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 If I was thinking I'd be less horny after messing with Erin I was thinking
wrong.  I was more horny if anything, and I couldn't wait for Adam to come
over.  He's supposed to show up after he gets off work, which should be
around 4, but it's 4:45 and he's still not here, of course.  He'd be late
today, of all days.

   There's nothing quite as nice as a 20 minute, scalding hot shower, and
scented lotion and baby powder.  Yummy indeed.  I feel so good I don -(TM)t
even want to get dressed, and when I hear Adam's knock at my door, I decide
getting dressed or even throwing on a robe would just be silly, given what
I'm planning.  So I just let the door swing open and let him stare at me,
while I rub my hands across the fronts of my thighs, and up my sides, and
across my belly.

   "Hi," I smile at him.

   "Hi yourself," he grins back at me, his eyes lighting up, those pretty
brown eyes.  He steps forward, reaching for me, but I just giggle then and
slip behind the door, pushing it shut behind him.  He does touch me then,
his hands cold on my upper arm and lower back, and I gasp, twisting in his
embrace.

   His kiss is long, deep, sweet, and hungry, and oh, wow.

   I pretty much yank his jeans open, getting his semi-erect cock in my
hand, kneading and stroking it while he kisses me and scratches my back,
and he's hard as a steel bar in just about half a minute, so I push him
away, against the closed door, and stand back.

   He's so pretty, my man, all buff and tumble, and his thick hard cock
sticks out at me, so I keep one hand on it and move it slow, the only part
of us touching now.

   "You seem to be in quite a mood," he says softly, chuckling.

   "You've got no idea, baby." With that I turn, keeping my grip on his
dick, and pull him along, leading him to the bedroom.  He stumbles once,
trying to get his shirt off, what with me tugging on his hardon, and I'm
not moving slow!

   I squirm on to the bed, writhing as sexily as I can manage, watching him
watch me, keeping my hand clamped on his hard, hard cock, and he's working
his way out of his jeans trying to keep himself close enough for me to hang
on.  We're both laughing, but I don't let go.

   "What do you plan to do with that, there?" he asks, glancing down at my
hand.

   "Oh, plenty of things I'm sure.  What would you like me to do with it?"
I ask softly, spreading my legs and stroking my loins with my free hand.  I
notice he's not looking at his own privates anymore.  Hehe.  Men, such
wonderful creatures.

   "You could kiss it..." he asks, as always, shy about asking for a
fuckin' blowjob.  He's so cute!  "I'll make a deal with you," I counter. 
"I'll let you stick it anywhere you want...  as long as you stick your
tongue there first." I let go then, rolling on the bed, twisting until I'm
lying sideways across it but pointed right at him, and lift my feet to
slide my calves around his now-naked waist.  God he looks good...  stomach
and chest muscles rippling...  ugh.  He's such a bomb.

   "Hmm...  I'll have to take that into serious consideration..." he muses,
moving to the edge of the bed and leaning over me.  I spread my thighs,
rubbing the insides with both hands, actually just wanting him to shove
that cock into me, now and hard and fast and again and again, but he takes
one of my hands in his and raises it to his lips, bending to meet it, and
lightly kisses my palm.  I giggle.  And then he slowly and smoothly licks
my palm, side to side, then heel to fingers, and grins like a kid with a
candy bar.  Heh.  Smartass!

   But a deal's a deal, so I wrap my fingers around his stiff, warm shaft
and stroke slowly, while he slowly slips his knees under mine, on to the
bed, and leans over me.  He's so hot like that...  his shoulders and arms
flexing to support him, those broad, rounded shoulders glowing faint green
from the sunlight filtered through the curtains.

   He lowers himself slowly, slowly, his thighs pressing mine up and out,
until he's low enough where I can touch the head of his cock against my
belly, so I do that, and he tenses, and I like that.  And then he suddenly
kisses me, long and deep and wet, making sure I'm aware that his tongue is
in my mouth.  I guess he's not so shy about asking for head after all, as
long as he doesn -(TM)t have to say anything.  A deal's a deal...

   I pull his cock toward me, and he's happy to oblige, swinging his leg up
and over mine, crawling forward until I close my mouth over the thick, red
head, and he gasps, that gasp I love, and I can feel his ass clench right
through the base of his cock.

   The feel of his thick, hard shaft in my mouth makes me tremble, I hate
it and I love it, it makes me feel so dirty and it makes him feel so good.
I suck him that way for a bit, with him not moving hardly at all and me
moving my head up into him, and back down, letting him slip out
occasionally so I can stretch down and touch my tongue to his balls, which
makes him moan so wonderfully.

   Then it's just not working so well, and I need more of him, so I push
him over and roll him on his back so I can lay down across his ribs and
hold him stiff with my thumb hooked around the base of his erect pole and
suck him properly.  He sighs deeply, getting into the whole program, and
his arm curls around my hips, pulling me closer, tucking my ass under his
arm.

   I make disgusting sucking and slurping sounds.  He makes soft whimpers
and low, earthy moans, getting more urgent, and I try to get him as far
into my mouth as I can, moving slow, faster, anything I can think of.  He
stiffens suddenly then, and I know it's coming, and my stomach gets all
warm.  Visions in my head form of Erin's mouth stretched around Simon's
cock, her eyes lidded, cheeks stretched with suction...

   He breathes "Oh..." and his hips buck against me, trying to shove his
cock down my throat, but I just keep moving, rubbing my tongue hard against
him inside my mouth, feeling him pulse, sucking hard when he comes and
squeezing gently with my hand.

   Then he's lifting my hips and swinging his head under me, and I can take
a hint, too, so I spread open again and lower myself on his face and his
tongue slips into me, so nice, so nice.  He's attacking me with his mouth,
licking and sucking and nibbling!  Wow, that hurts and makes me so hot,
he's so totally different from Erin, so...  something.  She's a fucking
master at eating pussy, but he's so...  hungry!  He gives me head like he's
starving to death, and it's fabulous.

   The best part is he's gotta do this until he's hard again, so I get it
for a while, closing my eyes and seeing Ashley, her pretty face under my
hips, wanting to feel her lips on mine, her tongue in me, her teeth on my
clit, but I really just wanna get fucked now, so I'm working his softened
shaft with my hand and mouth, licking and sucking.  I'm making little
whimpering sounds back at him now, squirming my hips, pressing myself
against his mouth, rubbing my clit against his chin, and I'm READY already
and he's gonna just have to be hard enough.

   I get off of him, turning and getting into the sluttiest, dirtiest, most
irresistible doggy pose I can manage; chest on the bed, hips propped up on
bent legs, knees spread, hands reaching back to grab my own ass, pulling up
and out, spreading myself open, and I murmur huskily, frantically into the
bedspread,

   "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," and he does, spreading his knees apart
inside mine, his hands clutching my hip bones, his cock pressing into me,
and he shoves himself in, lifting my knees off the bed as he thrusts.  Oh
my god.

   He's fully, completely hard now, and fucking me like I've not been
fucked in a LONG time, hammering away at me, ramming forward with his hips
while he yanks me against him, my thighs thumping on his with each
movement.

   I'm going crazy, clawing at the bed, reaching blindly back for him, and
weird whistling sounds are coming from me that I can't even describe.  I'm
howling, for fuck's sake!  But I can't help it, getting the screwing of my
life, feeling his hard muscled legs and hips slapping into mine, that
thick, hard, hot shaft plunging into me again and again, deep, deep, and he
talks then, so calm.  "Come, Winter."

   "Ohhhhh..." I moan loudly, pushing myself up with my hands, pressing
myself back against him, and he fucks HARDER, deeper, slower, and I think
I'm just in heaven.

   "Winter," he says carefully, "come.  Come, Winter.  Come." And my GOD do
I want to, but I don't, I want to keep going, keep fucking, keep taking him
in, deeper and deeper and deeper and it's not enough, never enough.  I want
so much more of him, all of him, splitting me open and filling every part
of me, and then I can just feel his cock in me, seeming small and normal,
and it all fades slowly away.

   "Come!" he commands, putting an extra-hard shove with it, and I freeze
all my muscles, tensing up, and breathe in slowly in my throat, making a
whispering, whistling sound, hoping he believes it.  Maybe a nice collapse
to the bed will work, groaning from the belly, so I do that, too, and he
slows down, moving more gently, and it still feels great, but even if he
was smashing into me ten times a second, breaking bone and drawing blood,
it wouldn't be enough.



   Erin frowns, her eyebrows furrowed, and she opens her mouth to talk, but
then closes it again.  She looks down and stirs her coffee instead.

   "I know," I sigh, "it doesn't make any sense.  I should just shut up..."

   "No, no," she says quickly.  "I think I understand.  But, well..." She
frowns again, and looks up to examine the other people in the diner. 
There's nobody interesting there, I've checked already.  "I'm not sure what
to suggest.  What do you think you're after?" she asks, looking at me with
those pretty eyes.

   "I don't know," I say honestly.  "But what could it be?  Shit, I was
getting the best sex I'd ever had, and I just wanted more and more, and it
wasn't enough.  I have no idea what would be." "Um..." she looked down
again then, grinning and blushing.  "I thought you came for me...  you fake
that one, too?" And she laughs, making me laugh.

   "No...  you made me come." I sigh, and close my eyes and remember it,
that trick licker of hers, flicking in and out...  but that distracts me.

   "It was great.  That's not what it is..." I continue.  "Adam gets me
off, too, but never when it's like that, when it's so good I can't stand
it, and I know I'm gonna just explode, come HARD, like I really want to,
but I can't.  It just...  slips away.  Never enough."

   "Never enough?"

   "Yeah," I try to explain, getting more animated.  "Not enough...  not
deep enough, hard enough, fast enough, something.  Even though it IS, and
it's great, best I've had, suddenly I want more and more and more, until
what is happening feels like nothing."

   Now that puzzled look is back on her face, but not like she doesn't
understand.

   "It's like the better it is, the harder it is to come," I conclude, and
she nods slowly at me.  "And DON'T tell me I'm trying to hard," I smile,
and that makes her giggle.

   "Oh don't worry.  I don't think that's your problem." She stares away
for a minute, sipping coffee.  I don't say anything, and sip my tea.

   "So that's not enough.  Hmm.  I wonder what would be?" she says, now
grinning slightly at me, and she licks her lips.  I love it when she does
that.

   "Got any ideas?" I ask, rocking back and forth on my hips, matching her
grin.

   "Maybe."

   "Bring it on."

   "Later," she says, and now she's smiling like she knows something I
don't.  Which is likely, I suppose.