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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Jane <*> {CDB} (MF cons oral anal) 
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Date: Mon, 27 Dec 1999 07:10:01 -0500
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The first thing that comes to mind when I remember Jane is that evening when 
she put the cassete. I was sitting on the white sofa, and she was cuddled at 
my feet, absent-mindely stroking the front of my pants. Whatever she was 
doing, I cannot recall - I closed my eyes and wished that the moments would 
turn into hours - the hours to eternity. They wouldn't, I knew so well. I 
could lick her tighs, dive into the blossom of her scarlet cunt and hear her 
pleasing moans for hours at a time. Once she turned her attention to me - 
well, rarely would it last half as much.
I let my mind drift here and there, breathing deep, staying cool, as her 
hand brushed over my zipper. It was not as absent minded now, and I knew she 
was watching me. It was then that I heard her stand up. I did not open my 
eyes, and let myself follow her mentally as she crossed the room. Small 
steps on the giant rug, small beautiful legs leading my piece of heaven as 
she crossed the room. A thought crossed my mind, She's bringing me 
something. I knew what it was, what it must be. We both saw it last week. In 
my imagination I could easily picture it, large, black, agressive. Did she 
buy it? was she putting it on as I sat there, with my eyes closed?
I fealt my head swim, my arse soft. The thought of petit Jane coming at me 
with that enormous spear, Jane that I lust, Jane that has touched every inch 
of my body. All I could hear was my heavy breathing, my eyes tightly shut. 
As the fear shook me, I could feel the growing pressure in my pants and 
those first drops of semen wetting my shorts.
Click. It wasn't the dildo. What else?
I heard her comming back, small steps made by gentle feet. If she touches 
me, I knew I would explode. She touched me. She opened my zipper and slowly 
started licking me. Then she whispered "Open your eyes".
It was a video, home quality. It was me, there, the night before. The table 
that was usually at the center of the room, was pushed aside, and I was in 
the center of the frame, on all four. My legs were kept apart and Jane was 
licking me in every possible crevice: my balls, my tighs, my arse. She did 
not touch the cock and as the video zoomed on it I could see a lonely, 
pearly drop eject. As the camera man panned to the right I could see the 
large jar, full of jel that was lying open by my feet. Jane's hand, slim, 
elagant entered the frame as she inserted it into the jar.
My cock was in Jane's mouth and she was gently sucking it, as if it were a 
pacifier. I could lightly feel her teeth, and I knew she was excited. I 
wanted to ejaculate, I wanted to fill her up with semen, drown her with the 
extract of me. But I had to wait, I needed to see that moment, that singular 
moment on film, to fill her up when she fills me.
The camera man must have read my thought, for at this moment the camera 
slowly panned to the left. My tighs, shivering with expectation. my arse, my 
cock, my chest and then my face. It zoomed in and I had to infer from the 
expression. One finger, two fingers. She moves inside me, moves me from the 
inside. She checks my reaction as she inserts the third finger while bitting 
me lightly. And then my mouth opened slightly and I could hear the gasp. 
Janes fist was in me, sodomizing my body, raping my soul, taking her closer 
to me then anyone can ever be. She opened her hand in my body and my lips 
slowly parted. Her mouth opened as I filled it with sperm, clutching her 
lovely head and hugging her, releasing all of my energy into her beauty.

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