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Subject: {ASSM} The Game (1st effort)
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Date: Sun, 21 Jun 2009 17:10:03 -0400
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More of a scene than a story..Suggestions, opinions, etc..

Curly
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The Game

Pale bars of light filter through the blinds casting soft bands across
the bed and the quietly sleeping form beside me. The house is silent
as only the wee hours of the night can make it. The only sound is the
gentle whir of air conditioning working against the remaining heat of
a summer night. Suddenly awake, maybe by an unexpected sound or
perhaps due to a quickly faded dream, I slowly turn on my side and
face her.

She's not the young girl I had married many years ago and age has left
many gentle impressions, a fine pattern of lines along the neck and at
the edge of the mouth and eyes, strands of silver running through
previously ebony tresses. Telltale signs mark other less obvious
surfaces, but all the mileposts are familiar to me after years of
passionate exploration. Time to play the game.

I snuggle close to her warmth; her aroma rises from between us,
slightly musky, as the sheets shift with my movements. She hasn't
awakened and continues with a slow steady breath through parted lips.
Now with my head lying gently on her shoulder, I catch a hint of
citrus from her shampoo and enjoy the rise and fall of the two-pole
circus tent her nipples make out of the fabric stretched across her
chest. The curves, just hinted at beneath, beg for gentle caresses,
but I won't fall for that trap this time. Instead, I move my hand down
to the mound of her sex, proudly pushed up from the valley created by
her parted thighs.

Working a finger up and down and pressing the fabric of the sheet
firmly against her panties, her breathing starts to quicken and
deepen. At first touch, there was a pause and a tensing, but as I
continue rubbing, her legs move further apart to give the intruder
more access. Ignoring caution, I move my hand under the sheet and
inside her damp panties. The wave of scent from her aroused pussy sets
my heart to beating wildly and my breath is down to little gasping
pants.

Fingers quickly become slick with her lubrication and I want
desperately to lick the nectar off or better yet, wipe them on a now
fully erect nipple. The thought of my tongue playing around a pussy
juice coated nipple is almost more than I can resist, but the game is
almost won and I can't let myself get distracted. She's almost there.
Her breathing has turned to rhythmic gasps, interspersed with little
moans when both fingers are fully inserted, pressing her G-spot.

My thumb crushes her hard clit as her hips start to give involuntary
pushes against my hand, forcing my fingers deeper into her stretched
pussy. I start to feel small twitches and the beginning of
contractions as her clutching pussy tries to milk my fingers. She is
very close and her head is starting to toss from side to side. All
thought of breathing is lost as I pull my fingers from her pussy,
driving the slick members deep into her bowels.

The penetration pushes the orgasm on her and she goes rigid and
silent, legs slamming shut around my arm. The spray of sudden wetness
and clenching contractions of her sphincter around my fingers give
testimony to the strength of her cum, but I lost the game as she opens
her eyes and smiles.

"You woke me up love" she said.
"I know. I lost the game again."
"Go get me a clean pair of panties while I take these soaked ones off
and we'll see what type of consolation prize we can come up with."

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