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From: Shalon Wood <dstar@pele.cx>
Subject: {ASSM} Prudence, TX Population 1276 28 (Mff ff Mm rom)
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Date: Sat, 08 Apr 2006 17:10:01 -0400
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Standard disclaimers apply; this story may or may not contain, in any
given part, graphic depictions of lesbianism, homosexuality, group sex,
bdsm, underage (teen) sex, magic, occultism, violence, and biting 
sarcasm.  If you're underage, or if for any other reason it's illegal 
for you to read this, or you're disturbed by the content, please don't 
read it.

Archived at http://prudence.pele.cx, and we've got a web-forum at
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Velvet
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She looked at him curiously once Steven was out of the room. "Okay. So.
What were you _really_ thinking?"

He grinned. "That, if you feed off of orgasms, what's this weekend going to
be like for you?"

"Oh." She blushed. "Um." 

His grin got broader. 

"We may not actually-- I mean, he could say 'no', you know," she protested.


He raised an eyebrow. "Love, from what Kayla said, there's no _way_ he'd
turn down the chance to sleep with not just one but _both_ of us."

She blushed brighter. "Well, he _could_. If he gets scared, or if the idea
of _both_ of us is just too much for him."

"I hope he doesn't," Mark said, suddenly serious. "Um. Honestly, love,
I'm... well, to be blunt, the thought of sucking his cock is really turning
me on." He looked at her anxiously. "Does that bother you?"

His anxiety wasn't relieved when she mumbled something indistinct and hid
behind her hair. "What, love?" he asked.

She still wouldn't look at him, but she whispered, "No, it doesn't bother
me."

He hesitated, then asked, "I don't think that's what you said, was it?"

"Essentially, yeah," she said, blushing, and still avoiding his eyes.

He put a hand under her chin and tilted her head up. "Tell me, love?"

Her face was bright red. "It _really_ turns me on, okay?" she said, a touch
defensively. "I mean... a _lot_."

He smiled, understanding at last. "How much, love? How much does it turn
you on to think about his cock sliding between my lips, his cum shooting
into my throat?"

She closed her eyes and moaned, and he slipped a hand between her legs. She
was soaking wet.

He lowered his head and whispered against her ear, "Do you want  me to
swallow his cum, or would you rather I make him come on my face, so you can
lick it off?" His fingers rubbed her clit in little circles. "Do you want
to see me trying to deep throat him? Do you want to lick his ass while I
suck his cock?"

"Mark! Oh god..." She shuddered, whimpering pleadingly.

He nibbled on her ear, his fingers moving faster as her hips arched and she
squirmed beneath his touch. "Do you want to slide your fingers in his ass
while his cock is buried in my mouth, my love?" 

She gasped loudly then squealed and stiffened, her body arching hard
against his hand as she shuddered in orgasm.

He waited until her shudders eased, then bent and kissed her. "I see you
do," he said teasingly.

"Oh god." She put her hand over her eyes, turning her face away from him.
"I'm sorry."

Mark blinked, confused. "Um, why?"

"It doesn't _bother_ you?" she asked incredulously.

He peeled her arm away from her face, looking down into her eyes. "Why
would it?"

"I... um, I don't know how to explain, but... I mean, it _turns me on_ to
think of you with another _guy_. Most men would totally freak."

He stared off into space for a moment. "Um. Well." He took a deep breath,
then looked back at her. "Um. Love... I think maybe..." his voice trailed
off.

She finally looked up at him. "Maybe what?"

He took another deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Love, the idea of
sucking Aaron's cock turns me on. A lot. So does the thought of him fucking
me. I think... maybe I'm... bisexual."

"Good," she said, matter-of-factly, and it was his turn to be confused
again.

"It doesn't bother you?" he asked, unconsciously echoing her earlier words.


"Well, if you are, then it's okay if I have a... a... fetish?" She looked
up at him, unsure of herself. "A fetish for it. Right?"

He smiled. "Ah. I see. I guess that makes sense." He hesitated, then
decided now was a good time to ask about something that had been bothering
him. "Um. I've noticed you kinda seem to have another fetish."

"Huh?" she asked, and he flushed a bit.

"You really seem to like rimming me and Kayla," he said.

"Oh." Her cheeks went red. "Well, see, since the first guy, I haven't done
that for anyone else. So... it's special to me, I guess. Cause you don't
act like I'm a perv for doing it."

He kissed her, gently. "I like it. I love it. I just... there's something I
don't understand."

She nuzzled against him. "Mm?"

"Well," Mark said, "I'd like to do it to you. But you don't seem to want me
to."

She blushed again. "I told you... it just makes me uncomfortable."

He bent, tilting her chin up and kissing her very gently. "Love... tell me
why? Please?"

She sighed. "It's okay for me to do it, because I've done everything else,"
she explained.

Mark kissed her again, tender and feather light. "My love... it's okay for
you to do it because you _want_ to do it, not for any other reason. I liked
it before I knew how special it was to you; I love it now that I do know.
It has nothing to do with what you've done before that makes it okay. It's
simply the fact that you _want_ to do it for me. Do you understand, love?
I'd like to do it to you. I'd like to show you what I feel when you do it
to me."

Kristen bit her lip. "I... I'm really glad you like it. But what I like is
_doing_ it for you. Having you do it to me wouldn't be the same."

He stroked her cheek, looking down into her eyes. "Wouldn't it? Doesn't it
make you feel good, feel warm inside, to know that I _want_ to do that for
you?"

She closed her eyes and shook her head violently. "No!" she blurted out.
"It makes me ashamed of doing that to you!"

He looked puzzled. "Uh. I don't understand. Why?"

She pushed at his chest, rolling away from him. "You shouldn't want to do
that, not to _me_."

He reached out and pulled her back into his arms, holding her close. "Why
not, love?"

She buried her face against his chest, her shoulders shaking. "You just
shouldn't."

He tilted her head up, forcing her to look at him. "Why? Because you aren't
good enough to have me do that to you?" he asked, and she shrugged
miserably.

He kissed her softly, first her lips, then her forehead, his arms
tightening around her protectively. "You _are_ worth it, love. You _are_
good enough. I love you more than I can ever say, more than I can express.
You are the best thing in my life, and I don't like the idea of you
thinking you aren't good enough for _anything_. I want to worship you, to
treasure you for the rest of my life. I want you to know there's nothing I
wouldn't do for you, gladly, and that there's nothing you could ask me to
do that would be beneath me, or make me feel degraded or used. I love you,
my wife, and I will do anything I can to show that. Please, please, please
don't feel you aren't good enough. It's not true."

She blinked back tears and kissed his chest, trembling in his arms. "Mark.
Love... I can't undo the the things I've done. There's a lot that I would
if I could. But if you-- I don't want you to--" She broke off, shaking her
head. "I don't know how to say it."

"You don't want me to degrade myself?" he suggested softly.

She nodded hesitantly. "There are things I'm ashamed of. They are _real_.
They've already happened. I know you love me, even so. It's not that I'm
not good enough, it's that you're... too good, I guess."

He kissed her again, firmly. "Love, there is nothing that I am too good to
do for you. I'm not ashamed of anything I've done with you, or anything I
want to do with you, and you've never done anything with me to be ashamed
of."

"I'm not ashamed of anything I've done with _you_!"

He kissed her softly, then stroked her cheek. "Then how could it be
something I should be ashamed of?"

"Because it would make you be like me!"

He looked her straight in the eye and said slowly, "My love, that would be
the highest compliment you could pay me. I love you. I'm not ashamed of
you, or anything you've done. You are ashamed of what you've done, the
people you've slept with, but you shouldn't be. You didn't know why you
needed sex that much. You didn't know you had any choice -- and you
_tried_, when you found out, even though it almost killed you."  He
gathered her to his chest tightly, burying his face in her hair. "Oh,
Kristen... I'm _proud_ of you, not ashamed. Never ashamed."

She sniffed, and rubbed her wet cheek against his chest. "I love you," she
whispered.

He kissed her head. "I love you, too, my wife. Don't be ashamed of what
you've had to do. Simply don't do anything you don't like again."

She sighed. "I don't _plan_ to. But I haven't forgotten what I used to feel
like. Someone could probably get _anything_ from me, just by locking me up
for a day or two."

He closed his eyes and stroked her hair. "I love you, and if they do that,
they do that. Rape is rape, love, no matter what form it comes in. It means
they deserve to die, nothing else."

She cuddled closer to him, pressing as tightly as she could. She was quiet
for a moment, then she said, softly, "I'm scared to go back to sleep."

He slid down, tilting her chin up until their eyes met, and kissed her
before asking, "Then how about I crawl between your legs, lick your clit
until you come, lick your ass until you come, then fuck you until we both
pass out?" He held his breath, wondering how she'd answer, wondering if she
finally believed him, if his love was enough...

She shivered, and her green eyes were wide, a little bit afraid. "Um..."
She hesitated, and his heart clenched, but then she whispered, "Okay."

Mark smiled and slid eagerly down between her legs. He lapped at her clit,
his well-practiced tongue soon wringing quiet little cries of delight from
her. 

He made no effort to tease, just stroked the flat of his tongue softly over
her clit again and again, just the way she liked it, until she grabbed his
hair and squealed, arching against his mouth as she came.  He kept his
mouth pressed against her clit until her shudders had died down and she
started trying to pull him away from her oversensitive flesh, then he
planted a kiss against her labia and started licking his way down to her
ass.

She stiffened, holding her breath, and the hands in his hair trembled, then
let go.  She snatched her hands to the side, fists clenching at the covers.


He teased around the little puckered hole with the tip of his tongue, then
lapped across it, and she moaned, shivering hard.

It took a long time for her to relax, but he was in no hurry. He kept
licking and teasing, his tongue gently running over the sensitive skin, and
gradually she let go, let herself enjoy it. Eventually, she was breathing
hard, her body flushed red, and moving, pressing up against his tongue as
he teased her, getting her closer and closer, until she was whimpering and
moaning, and when she seemed right on the edge of coming, he pointed his
tongue and slid it into her ass, fucking her with the tip.

She screamed, rising halfway off the bed, and shoved a hand down between
her legs, frantically rubbing her clit.  

He reached up and slid two fingers into her cunt, and it seemed to grab at
them, squeezing them tightly as, with a loud, shuddering moan, she started
to come. He kept his mouth pressed against her, the tip of his tongue in
her ass, as she came, not stopping as she arched against him, sobbing with
pleasure. Not stopping until, pulling at his hair, she squirmed desperately
backwards. Only then did he lift his head, smiling at her. "What, love?"

"Woah woah woah! Can't breathe!" she gasped.

He crawled up next to her, taking her in his arms and kissing her. "Like?"
he asked.

She shivered. "Um. Yeah," she said, blushing and ducking her head shyly.

He smiled and reached down, stroking a finger along her drenched cunt lips.
"And how do you feel about me doing it now?"

"If... if you want to, I mean if you really don't mind... it's nice."

He kissed her softly, gently. "I loved it. Make love to me now?" he asked
softly.

"Mmhmm," she murmured happily, her hand reaching for his hard cock. He
smiled and tugged at her, pulling her over on top of him.

She put her hand on his chest, balancing herself as she arranged her broken
ankle, then very carefully lowered herself onto him. Then she proceeded to
be, externally, very, very still. Internally, though, was another matter
entirely. 

With an expression of intense concentration, she squeezed him with her
cunt, the tight muscles rippling over his cock in really amazing ways. Her
cunt seemed to move up and down on him, just a bit, first tightening on the
head, then the middle of the shaft, then the base, and back up again,
pressing against him, then pulling away enough to create a hot, wet
suction.

It was all he could do to remain still, staring up at her as little beads
of sweat broke out on her forehead, and she bit her lip.  Her nipples were
hard as rocks and her chest flushed red when she finally started to rotate
her hips, ever so slightly, keeping up her amazing internal manipulations.

He rotated his, too, in the opposite direction, as he reached up and
caressed her breasts, running his thumbs over those hard nipples.

She shivered, and swiveled her hips faster as he slid his hands down to
caress her ass. Finally, she started raising and lowering her hips slowly
as she rode him, her hips still rotating, so that it felt like she was
spiraling up and down his dick. 

Mark groaned, suddenly thankful for the number of times he'd come
earlier... no way he could maintain any control without them.  He slipped a
hand around the curve of her leg, his fingertips caressing her perineum
just behind where his cock slid into her. Her body was quivering with
strain, but every movement was perfectly controlled.

He ran the tip of his thumb over her asshole, delicately, touching it as
lightly as a butterfly landing on a flower. She drew in her breath sharply,
her smooth rhythm faltering. He didn't press, didn't move, just kept his
thumb there, just barely touching her, and she started moving again,
cautiously.

He let her control the motion, arranging his thumb so she could get more
pressure if she wanted, but it was just barely brushing her ass unless she
pressed down on it. She moved carefully, not pressing, and he continued to
caress her asshole and the taut, stretched skin of her perineum, using his
thumb to move the way his tongue did earlier.

She shivered and started to move faster, tilting forward at the bottom of
each stroke to press herself hard against his pubic bone. 

He lay still the best he could, trying not to move, trying to let _her_
fuck _him_ this time.

She slid her hands over his chest, her fingers rubbing gently over his
nipples, and he gasped, shuddering, on the very edge of coming.

Kristen tweaked his nipples, tugging at them softly, rubbing. She moaned,
tossing her head back, her long hair dangling softly across his balls.

He groaned, his hips making involuntary little thrusting motions as his
thumb traced tiny circles on her asshole.

She cried out sharply, squeezing his hips tightly with her knees, her cunt
suddenly clamping down on him hard, pulsing, squeezing, sending him over
the edge with her, his thumb pressing against her firmly as they both
shuddered and writhed.

Finally, she collapsed on his chest, still twitching her hips in little
leisurely circles. He shuddered, the aftershocks still shooting through his
body. 

Kristen nibbled playfully at his left nipple, and he jerked, the motion
shaking his hand where it was still pressed against her asshole, and she
shivered. 

He moved his hand up, stroking along her cunt with his index finger, gently
trailing it up, from the base of her cunt to her ass, then back down, then
up again. She jerked, tensing her butt, and he whispered, "Trust me, love.
I'll never hurt you, I promise. I'm not going to do anything you don't
want."

"I know. S'okay," she whispered, but he could tell she was still afraid. He
kept stroking, lightly, softly, teasingly, and slowly she relaxed.

He stroked her back with his other hand, lightly scratching along her skin
with his fingernails, but she lay very still against his chest.

He paused for a moment, long enough to turn her head up to face him, so
that he could kiss her, then resumed stroking her back as his lips met
hers.

She returned the kiss, her lips gentle against his, as he continued to run
his fingertip lightly from where his cock was still in her, to her ass, and
back again with a teasing touch. She lay still on top of him, her only
movement the kiss.

He pulled away enough to ask, "Do you want me to stop, love?"

"You don't have to, I'm okay," she said.

He looked her in the eye. "But are you enjoying it?"

"Um... I don't know. It makes me nervous," she admitted.

"Why does in make you nervous?"

"It's... new," she said. "I know you won't hurt me, but I haven't let
anyone do anything like that since I was eleven."

He kissed her softly. "I know. It makes me feel good that you trust me
enough to let me, but I want it to feel good to you. If it doesn't, I can
stop."

"It doesn't feel _bad_, I just... can't relax enough for it to feel good,"
she said.

"If I kept going, would you be able to relax? Or would you rather stop for
now, and see if you can relax some other time?"

"I don't know if I could or not, honestly," she said, her face guilty. "I
don't think I could tonight. I'm sorry."

He kissed her thoroughly. "You don't have anything to be sorry about,
love." He brushed his finger across her ass, one last time, a firm caress
instead of teasing, and tugged the covers up over them. Then he wrapped his
arms around her, holding her on his chest, his cock still inside her. 
"Let's go to sleep. Like this. Together."

She lay her head on his chest, sighing happily. "Mmmhmm. Nice," she
murmured in agreement.

It wasn't long before she fell asleep, with his hand gently stroking her
hair.

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