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My apologies for submitting Part 2 first.


Warren

(A Friday Night) 2nd in the series
By Paris Waterman
ã1998
The Bar, was really just that.  A bar, a no frills neighborhood joint 
populated by a young knowledgeable in-group making the late night scene. 
Historically, it was a converted blacksmith shop, located in New York's 
Financial District.  The actual bar was small, the patrons clustered 
around tables that held clam fritters and other appetizers.  The drinks 
were expensive and more than covered the cost of the free food.  Music 
blared from an audiophile's dream of what speaker's should sound like.  
It ranged from Boz Scaggs to Chet Baker.  One could safely say it had 
something for everyone.  Only the owner knew the jukebox provided a 
substantial amount of revenue each week, for it played on long after the 
bar closed each night.

Warren appeared almost magically.  He managed to reach the bar and 
notice the new barmaid before someone spotted him and called his name in 
warm greeting.

"Hey, Warren!  How's it going guy?"  A redheaded, freckled-faced 
stockbroker raised his fuchsia-colored martini in greeting

"Great Joey, how're ya hittin' 'em?

"Awright guy!  Hey, Glenda!" Joey hollered to get the barmaids attention 
and pointed to Warren. "Give'im whatever he wants, 'kay?"

Glenda, a striking brunette with a well-deserved hard body, replied "You 
got it Joey," and moved lithely down the bar to Warren.  Joey and 
several others nudged one another as they waited to see how Warren would 
treat this one.  Several women at various stations within the bar also 
glanced discretely in his direction.

Glenda liked what she saw and gave Warren the benefit of her best smile.  
"Joey's buyin,' what will you have . . ." and made the mistake of 
adding, "handsome?"

Once again Warren used this as an opportunity to confirm his status as a 
legend among his peers.  In a well-resonated baritone, he sang out loud 
enough to be heard over the jukebox, from which one clever lady was 
astute enough to reach out with a dainty ankle and pull the plug.  


"Just bring me two pina coladas
I want one for each hand
Let's set sail with Captain Morgan
Oh and never leave dry land"

He wiped his hand across his mouth, and urged the listening customers to 
join him. Glenda stood there in shock, mouth agape for a moment then 
quickly began preparing his drinks as Warren resumed singing.

"Hey troubles I forgot 'em
I buried 'em in the sand
So bring me two pina coladas
She said goodbye to her good timin' man


Hey troubles I forgot 'em
I buried 'em in the sand
So bring me two pina coladas
She said goodbye to her good timin' man"

And he drove his fist into the air and two guys to his left joined him 
glasses raised in the air, as he segued into the chorus.

Bring! - bring! - bring! me two pina coladas

By the next line, most of the people had linked arms or were toasting 
each other as they all joined in for a rousing finish. 

"Yeah I want one for each hand
Let's all set sail with Captain Morgan
Oh and never leave dry land"

Warren halted as his pina colada arrived, served by a beaming Glenda. 
"More, more," the crowd chanted.

"All right," Warren smiled, "this crew was meant to suffer anyway.  Here 
goes . . ."

Warren: 		No the troubles I forgot 'em
Crowd:		 Troubles I forgot 'em
Warren:		 I buried 'em in the sand
Crowd:		 I buried HER in the sand
Warren: (smiling broadly finishes the song off to great applause)	 Oh 
man!
So bring me two pina coladas
And say hello to her good timin' man

Warren gestured to Glenda and she came back over to him, and he leaned 
over the bar and kissed her on the lips.  When it ended he whispered to 
her, "What nights are you off?"

Stammering, Glenda answered, "Wednesdays and Thursdays . . .?
"Keep Wednesday open.  Here's my number," and he handed her his card, 
"Call me Monday afternoon, okay?"

"Uuuh, yeah . . .sure . . . call ya . . .right."

And he moved off to work the crowd, glad handing some, patting this girl 
on the rear, approaching a petite blonde with a pixie cut and a tattoo 
partially revealed on her breast from behind and lightly kissing her 
neck, causing a shriek followed by gales of laughter. Then he spotted 
the tattoo and did what no one else had the nerve to do-he asked to see 
it.  The blonde never hesitated, she pulled her top to the side to 
present over half of her breast for his inspection.  Of course Warren's 
finger traced the lines of the tattoo and ending by circling her nipple 
before telling her it was the greatest work of its kind he'd ever seen. 
And he was off again. Everyone touched him one way or another as he 
moved through the bar. A mousy looking brunette stood off to the side 
with a girlfriend even more forlorn then her.  Warren smiled down at 
both and told them they were looking great.  As he was moving on his 
hand casually felt the brunette's inner thigh and moved up to cup her 
mons.  Her legs bucked and her friend caught her before she fell.  
Warren moved on, oblivious to her condition. Then he spotted Gail. He 
thought she was a vision. Of course, he'd had six pina coladas by then 
and the lighting was poor, but his instincts seldom failed him. This 
time was no exception. Gail was truly lovely, dressed in a white smocked 
tank top over a full, white flowing skirt with a high side slit, her 
blonde hair loose, sweeping in a delectable wave over her pretty face. 
Her small, firm breasts jutted out against the material. Her eyes were 
lightly lined and she had applied just a trace of lipstick. Warren 
noticed as he appraised her, that she wore no bra. Even in the dim 
light, her stubby nipples and the dark shadow of her aureoles were 
evident.

Gail carefully placed her drink in the center of the wet circle on the 
bar and smiled gently into the mirror behind the bar satisfied with her 
twenty four year old appearance, which was pretty good since she was 
only nineteen.  Karen had been right, this was just a bar, but it had a 
lively crowd and the music was as good as it was loud.  She bet herself 
there wasn't a person in the bar over 30. 

Discreetly she glanced in Warren's direction as he approached, and to 
insure capturing his attention, she leaned back in the chair, tilting it 
on its swivel hinge, while crossing her legs to reveal a good bit of 
thigh.  Not satisfied with this, Gail resorted to thrusting her chest 
out even further and lifting her hands to sweep her hair off her neck. 
Her small breasts thrust out, and the nipples seemed to be bursting 
through the tank top.  She had come here to specifically to see this 
supposed marvelous male specimen and if he was all Karen said he was, to 
leave with him.  But Gail was not the only female with Warren on their 
agenda.

Warren evaluated the women in the bar again and making his decision rose 
and approached Gail.  He was totally relaxed as he stood next to her, 
holding his seventh pina colada at waist level and to his side and said 
in a well-modulated voice, "This sounds corny as hell, but have we met 
before?  You look awfully familiar." She giggled to herself, and leaning 
forward, turned to face him, closing the distance between them even 
more. 

Warren smiled, his white teeth sparkled and Gail took in a surprising 
amount of information as her eyes swept from his to his lower torso.  
The thick black hair, his sad, but very alert eyes, the hair on his 
chest and the black knit shirt he wore with casual elegance. She also 
noted that other than a wristwatch he wore no jewelry. 
 
"I don't think so," Gail responded with a combination of amusement and 
enthusiasm.  "But you do a great Garth Brooks."

Her open hands and wide eyes told Warren more than he needed to know.  
He reached out and took her hand in his, gazing at it with a kind of 
reverence.

"What are you doing?" she asked, although the lilt in her voice told him 
she wasn't offended.

Warren ignored her question and said, "Come with me," as he placed his 
drink on the bar, and he'd continued to hold her hand as they walked 
through the maze of tables to the right of the bar, stopping to 
introduce her to his friends and associates.  

"Mel, this is . . . " he paused to allow Gail to provide her name. 
"Gail," she said.  "Gail," Warren repeated as though to himself.  Mel, 
Gail here is the most desirable woman I've met in a long time." 

And so it went, "Jerry, Jerry, how'ya doing guy? Say, I want you to meet 
the vivacious Gail, isn't she gorgeous? Gail would normally have felt 
like a trophy on display, except for the constant body contact she was 
luxuriating in with him.  He never let go of her hand. One minute his 
other arm was around her back, then around her waist, He was always 
close beside her.  Their thighs touched with the third introduction and 
when he made an amusing remark, she used it as a pretext to push her 
hand against his chest to test its hardness. A moment later, she moved 
her thigh enough to reestablish contact with his.  

Suddenly, they were alone in a dark corner of the bar.  Gail was 
surprised to find herself leaning against him and hoping he'd touch her 
intimately. His mouth was close to hers and she absorbed the sweetness 
of his breath as he whispered in her ear. 

"I want you to do us both a favor, okay?"

Flushed with the early stages of arousal, Gail answered before thinking.  
"Sure, Warren. What is it?"

"Go into the ladies room and take off your panties and bring them to 
me."

Gail was stunned at the request.  But she also felt her pussy 
contracting as the wet dewdrops formed on her inner lips.

"I must be crazy," she said, and attempted a subterfuge, "but a dare's a 
dare. You're on," she said and she said it with enthusiasm. 

Warren surprised her again. "I'm not daring you to do anything. I want 
you to take off your panties and come back here," he said this softly, 
looking directly into her eyes. "If I like the way they smell I'll take 
you home and fuck your brains out. Now go!"

Gail, not used to being ordered around, hesitated a moment looked into 
his eyes and then headed straight to the ladies room to follow his 
instructions, reasoning to herself that she'd come there to seek him out 
and he was everything Karen had indicated and more, including very 
different than the normal Friday night Romeo.

The ladies room was crowded with women who were applying makeup in front 
of the mirror and relieving themselves in the three booths. Gail stood 
next to one waiting for it to become free. Gradually, she became aware 
that the girl inside the booth was masturbating and getting loud about 
it. The masturbating girl started to scream as her climax coursed 
through her body.  "Arrrrrrgh!  Yes!  Oh, Jesus! Yes! Warren! Oooooooh!  
Yessss!" reverberated throughout the tiled room. 

Gail, nervous, and feeling conspicuous was mollified to see another 
woman grinding her clit against the countertop while trying to apply 
lipstick with a shaking hand.  Gail realized the girl had affected 
everyone in the room. Gail's pussy was just about drenched by this point 
and to her great relief, the booth opened and the masturbator emerged.  
She was a small, mousy brunette who glanced at Gail and said, "Oh, 
you're the one with him tonight." And strode unconcernedly to the mirror 
and began applying blush to her cheeks.  Gail caught the booth door on 
the backswing and entered. It reeked of sex. Hoisting her skirt up and 
sliding her panties down, Gail squatted and relieved herself.  After 
drying herself with an abundance of toilet paper, it hit her; the 
masturbating girl had called out his name!  "My God," she thought as she 
automatically touched her clit gingerly with her middle finger and 
searched for her juices which continued to seep out of her. She knew the 
other women were waiting for any sounds of masturbation and contented 
herself with a brief flurry of finger action before following Warren's 
instructions and removed her panties.  She flushed and left the booth.  
A petite blonde had her breasts bared and was showing off a tattoo to 
three other women as she left. She returned to the corner where Warren 
was waiting.

Feeling foolish, but extremely excited from anticipation of what he must 
be like in bed, she laughed and said, "Do you want them now?"

Warren held out his hand and accepted them.  He noted their dampness and 
he sniffed them while staring into her eyes, which faltered and dropped 
with both shame and arousal.

"Just as I thought," he said with a grin, They're gooey with your 
juices."

After he uttered those words, Gail felt the first indication of an 
orgasm, and clamped her legs together.

"And I might add," he continued, "they are fragrant as hell."

He spread them apart so that the crotch was in front of his face and 
stuck his tongue out to lick the gooeyness.

"Ummmm, they taste good, but I'm sure you'll taste much better Gail," he 
said with a huge smile.

Gail's knees buckled and he had to catch her before she fell.  

"Did you just cum baby?" he asked gently.

Gail, still reeling from her first climax sans stimulation told the 
truth.

"Yes, ooooh, I . . .I . . ." She felt his cock pressing against her ass 
as he held her.  This prompted yet another wave to wash over her.  She 
could not believe what was happening to her.

"That's all right baby, ride it out.  It's good for you. I'll support 
you here while you cum," he whispered in her ear, while grinding his 
hard cock into the crevice of her ass.  "And don't worry about anyone 
bothering us.  They won't. I promise."

Gail's breathing began to even out and Warren surprised her once again.  

"Show me that pretty pussy Gail."

"Are . . . Are you . . .crazy," she huffed, still trying to regain her 
breath.

Without waiting any longer, Warren's hand went up Gail's skirt through 
the slit and ground briefly against her damp mons before lifting the 
skirt up to her waist.  He knelt down, holding the skirt aloft and as 
though performing a routine job, inspected her pussy.

Warren stood and dropped the skirt, watching as Gail smoothed it back 
into position.	

"You've got a great looking pussy, baby," he said off-handedly. "I like 
it when a girl trims it properly.  I like it a lot.  Come on, let's get 
the fuck out of here."

Afraid to pass by the other patrons of the bar, Gail meekly followed 
Warren out the nearby exit.  

"Let's take your car to your place, you can run me back in the morning," 
he told her.

"He's presuming a hell-of-a-lot," she thought. Then she laughed aloud. 
"Of course he's dead right. I do want him to fuck my brains out.  I 
think he can too," and she opened the car doors.

As Gail halted the car to check traffic before leaving the parking lot, 
Warren leaned towards her and whispered in her ear.  They were alone and 
he could have spoken aloud in normal tones, but this whisper provided a 
climate of the greatest intimacy.  

"As long as we're stopped, hoist that skirt back around you're hips, 
baby, I want to finger fuck you a little.  Gail drew in her breath, as 
she grew even more excited. Quickly she raised her hips and tugged the 
skirt up as he requested.  He surprised her again by saying "You first 
Honey. Warm that pussy up for me."

Gail held her retort back and slowly lowered a hand to her center and 
placed a finger at her entrance.  "Well," she thought, "I started this 
in the ladies room, so what if I have an audience of one," and inserted 
the finger as far into her as it would go.

"Would you like a taste," she asked him, withdrawing the finger and 
holding it in front of his face.  

"All right," he said, and moved toward her with open mouth.  After 
sucking her finger for a minute or two he removed it and directed it 
back into her cunt.  

"Concentrate on you're driving now and keep that finger going."  Then 
Warren pressed his lips to her neck and began licking, kissing and 
sucking.  Gail started to moan and kept moaning for the rest of the 
twenty-minute ride.  She counted her orgasms.  Counting the ones back at 
the bar, she'd had seven.  Each one more powerful than the one before.  
He covered her neck with hickeys, and as she thrust three fingers into 
her sopping cunt Warren slipped one and then a second finger up her 
rectum.  She had to stop the car and rode out yet another orgasm on the 
shoulder of the road.

Finally, she parked the car in front of her apartment.

"T . .T . .This . . .is . . .is . . ." she shuddered for her climaxes 
had been relentless.  

"Okay, baby.  Is anyone else up there?"  A boyfriend . . .a husband?"

"Nn . . .no," she stammered. "K . . . Karen . . .will be . . .be in . . 
. later. Is that okay?"

"Karen?" he mused over the name. "A kinda short blonde with nice pert 
tits, a great ass.  Gives wonderful head?"

"I . . .don't know about the blowjobs, but the rest sounds right."

"Well, alright!  A little of this; a little of that; and lot's of 
calimar.

Confused, Gail looked at him and said, "Calimar?"

"A royal blowjob baby.  Calimar's the same as head." He casually 
caressed her ass as he told her this.  Enjoying the feel of his hand, 
she pressed against him.

"Let's get it on, sweet-thighs," he laughed and smacked her ass 
good-naturedly.

Once they were up in the apartment, Gail, always a good hostess, made 
Warren a scotch on the rocks and handed it to him.
	
"Thank you," he said as his eyes roamed over her body and she began to 
shiver with expectation.

He chuckled, eyes bright and warm, and stretched his arms out to her.  
Gail rushed to him. Warren lowered his head and they kissed slowly as 
his tongue slid between her warm, soft, moist lips and explored her 
mouth. She was equal to the kiss. Tongues explored teeth and gums. Teeth 
clashed against teeth as the passion began to seethe. She wound her arms 
tighter around his shoulders and dug her nails into his back, almost 
tearing through his shirt. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled his smell, 
a mix of musk, sweat and sex.  

She ground her sex against him, already verging on another orgasm.
Stoking her round firm ass, Warren ended the kiss, and kissed each eye 
in turn. 

"You're beautiful Gail, just fuckin' beautiful," and he cupped her 
breasts and fondled them gently, and instantly her nipples shot out 
stiff and hard in his palms.

"Come on ... let's go into the bedroom," she said huskily.

"No, not yet, baby," he said gently.  "First I want you to suck my 
prick.

Gail sighed and said, "Sure honey.  Right here okay?"

"Oh, yeah, right here's fine."

She knelt down in front of him and lowered his zipper.  

"I might as well ditch the pants," he said, and dropped them. 

Gail hooked her fingers into his black bikini underwear and lowered them 
to his calves and he shook them off and removed his socks and shoes 
while Gail stared at his cock, for it was big, long and thick, and still 
limp. He stoked it a few times before relinquishing it to her care.  

Gail took his member in her fist, peeling back the foreskin and, after a 
practice turn at angling her neck to deep throat it, parted her lips, 
and absorbed his member in her mouth and began to suck it. 

Now it was Warren's turn to moan.  He told himself for the hundredth 
time, "Nothing beats a good blowjob, except another good one."

"Ahhhhhh, that's the way, baby . . .Calimar!" he groaned as her tongue 
laved along the length of his cockhead.  Gail appreciated his praise and 
strove harder to please him, sucking harder.  Her head bobbed up and 
down between his legs. Her mouth felt incredible, warm and inviting, 
sucking him avidly, swirling, licking, sucking, sucking, sucking. Her 
hand cupped his testicles, tickling first and then drawing her long 
nails in a light scratching circular pattern.

Feeling euphoric with the power to pleasure she now held in her hands 
and mouth, Gail naively permitted herself to dream of their future 
together.  Humming contentedly, she changed tactics and drew him deep 
down into her throat, his pubic hair brushed against her lips. She 
pulled his cock out and began rubbing it over her face.  Teasing the 
both of them.  Her eyes were shut and her face was flushed with lust.  
Warren moaned softly. Gail mewed as she licked the underside of his 
shaft. Then she resumed sucking his cock again, wondering when this 
magnificent stud would gift her with his sperm.

She had his buttocks in a firm grip and pulled him even closer and 
deeper into her hungry mouth. 

On Warren's behalf let us say that he continued to fuck her face 
eagerly, his hot, throbbing cock glistening in the lamp light as it slid 
in and out of her mouth. He leaned over to squeeze her nipples, finding 
them firm and hot. 

Now she was holding him with one hand as the other sought her wet cunt.  
Still kneeling, she spread her legs apart and in what Warren would later 
consider one of the most obscene gestures he's ever seen, ripped her 
skirt away to reach her objective.  He watched as she placed three, then 
four fingers inside her.  

He croaked hoarsely, "Baby, go for it, get the whole hand in there!"

She stopped sucking his cock for a minute, to whine, "Warren ... lick my 
pussy!

"Go for it first Gail baby!" he rasped, wiping the sweat from his brow 
and flicking it on the carpet.  She sat back and looked up at him, and 
with a lewd smirk, jerked her legs wide apart, raised her knees and 
forced her thumb in with the others.  It wasn't long before her hand 
went in to the wrist and she looked incredulously at Warren as if to 
ask, "What now?"

Warren laughed obscenely.  He knelt down and kissed her hard.  Her 
tongue flashed into his mouth with a crazed frenzy. She bit his lower 
lip and drew blood then sucked it into her mouth to swallow it.

"Let's get something up your ass while we're at it," he suggested, and 
wet his fingers in her juices.  "Keep twisting your wrist, and try 
opening and closing your fingers in there.  That should bring on a flood 
baby."

Warren lay down a barrage of kisses on Gail's face and neck, leaving a 
trail of blood in their wake.  Gail tried to raise herself up but 
failed, her fisting position played hell with her balance, so Warren 
assisted her to her knees again and using her free hand to steady 
herself, she presented her ass to Warren.

Warren approached her ass as though it were a shrine.  He started to 
trace his fingernails around her puckered pinkish rim.  As he continued 
this, he began kissing her cheeks.

Gail began to writhe, "Oh, Jesus! That feels great! Please don't . . . 
don't . . .stop!  I . . .I . . . I'm . . .cuming again!  Oooooooo! 
Oooooooo! G . . . G . . . God this is fantastic! 

As Warren's finger penetrated her asshole, Gail screamed with pleasure. 
"Ughhhhh!" she groaned.  "Ughhhhh! I . . .I . . .feel like. . . I'm 
gonna explode!

"Do you want me to fuck your ass baby?" he asked as his finger made 
small circular movements within her rectum. 

Gail shuddered before replying, "Oh, yeah! But you're so big! Can ya . . 
.make sure  . . ." panting heavily, it was a struggle for Gail to speak, 
"ya don't hurt . . . me sweetheart?

"Don't worry baby," he said, manipulating a second finger in, "I'll try 
hard not to cause you any pain.  But it's gonna hurt a little now.  Is 
it still okay?"

"Ohhhhh, yeah, sure.  I . . .gotta tell you  . . .wfffffffff! That hurt! 
But, oh, yes . . . I've dreamed about being fucked there. Yes, fuck my 
ass!" she said, as she spasmed again. "Huuuuugh! Shit!  Oh, shit! I'm 
cuming! Oooooooh! Oooooooh! Oooooh! I . . . I . . . never fisted before 
. . . it . . . it's fanfuckintastic!  I . . . don't know what . . . 
what's gonna happen . . . ughhhh! . . . when you fill my . . . shitter!

The radio blared out Billy Joel's, Uptown	and the sound prevented them 
from hearing the door to the apartment open.

>From his position, Warren saw Karen enter the foyer.  As she froze at 
the sight in front of her, Warren used his free hand to wave and signal 
her to be quiet.  She nodded, and remained standing frozen in place.

Gail, completely unaware of her roommate's arrival, was unconsciously 
humping up and down with her hips, eager for Warren's prick.

Warren made a minor adjustment to her position, parting her legs a 
little, and Gail, her sweat sheened body glowing in the soft lighting 
continued her frenetic fisting. Positioned on her one forearm and knees, 
Gail immediately thrust her buttocks up at him, her fine hair sweeping 
in a lovely curtain over her face, her head turned to one side. 

"Ready?" Warren asked, lining up his fully erect prick and pressing it 
against her tight little ring. He found Gail breathing deeply, gasping, 
"Fuck me, fuck me . . ." 

Inch by inch, Warren began slide in. Gail yelped, shuddered and groaned, 
"Time out . . .time out!

"What is it?" he asked.

"Wait . . . just . . . wait a second . . . I . . . I . . . gotta get my 
hand out," and with a loud sucking sound she tugged her hand free of her 
sopping cunt.  

"Okay baby," she moaned, "fuck away!"

The carpet beneath them was soaked and dark with a mix of sweat and 
Gail's juices. Warren's managed to work three inches in and is covered 
with sweat.  Gail is speaking in some private babble, half English, half 
God knows what.

Warren turns his head to confront Karen still locked in place and 
signals her to strip.  She doesn't, but lifts her dress and pulls her 
panties to one side as she begins to masturbate.

Warren wanting to shield Karen from Gail tells her he's going to lift 
her and carry her to the chair where she'll be more comfortable.  This 
guarantees Gail won't see Karen for some time. 

Panting heavily, Gail cries out, "Come on, fuck my ass ... I want your 
cock in my ass . . . all the way in, come on, fuck it hard!"

Warren turned to smile at Karen, flexing his buttocks at the same time. 
Karen was slowly removing her clothes and now stood next to him wearing 
only a white garter-belt, thigh-high white hose and high heels.  He had 
figured out what the girls didn't yet know about themselvesūthey were bi 
(well, Karen knew this) and wanted to be dominated by him.

"You're a vision from heaven," he told Gail, shaking his head and 
showering her with his sweat.  Karen sank to her knees behind him and 
began to fondle his balls. 

He was much thicker than Gail expected, and she felt the walls of her 
anal canal tearing as it expanded to allow his entrance.

Gail cried out, her head snapping up, her mouth jerking open, her lips 
drawn back in a rictus, but remained as she was, facing the back of the 
chair.  She managed to worm her hand under her stomach to her clitoris 
and began to tease it.  Warren gripped her hips and slammed his hips 
forward, forcing his cock deeper into her ass. Gail gasped loudly. 

"Arghhhhh! Ooooh it hurts!  It hurts soooooo good!  Baby! Baby! I'm 
cuming, Oh, shit . . . What'd ya dooooo? I can't stop cuming!

Gail reveled in the feel of his hard, hot, throbbing prick in her ass. 
Waves of pain and pleasure washed over her. She gathered her thought for 
a moment to reflect, "If this is what ass fucking is all about I'm all 
for it."

Warren was enjoying Karen's tongue and placed a hand on her head to 
signal her to continue.  In response, Karen dragged her long nails along 
his ass cheeks to his hole, leaving a long red welt, and wetting a 
finger with her saliva, began to screw it into his rectum.

He spread his legs wider apart to open his hole to her questing finger 
and groaned as Karen pressed onward. Flinging his head back, Warren once 
again released a torrent of sweat around the room.  Sucking his belly 
in, he drove his rigid prick even further into Gail's ass. Deeper and 
deeper it went, and Gail cried out in agonized lust as his hot prick 
seared her channel.

"Like it, eh, cunt?" he grunted, nuzzling her neck. "Like my prick in 
your ass, eh?"

"Yes," she whimpered. "Oh god yes!"

Warren began to concentrate on holding off his climax.  He listened 
intently to Gail's babbling and torrent of pleas and promises. 

"Oh baby, you're so good, I'll do anything for you . . . I want to give 
you everything . . . please? Please? I want to be a little pervert for 
you, a slut, a complete slut . . . I want you to spank me, to whip me 
properly, whip me all over . . .Will you do that? Whip me hard?" 

Warren assures her he has every intention of doing just that. Then 
realizing he can't hold off any longer, he begins to berate her, hoping 
it will drive her completely over the edge.

"Come on you cunt, that's what you are ya know, a fuckin' sniveling 
little ass sucking, cunt fisting, cocksucker who'll blow anyone I tell 
you to.  Ain't that right baby?

"Oh, yeah, Warren.  Oh, yeah. I'll suck anything you put in front of me. 
Oh baby, keep that prick movin' like that . . .I'm . . . cumin' again. 
Oh, Christ . . .it's sooooo fuckin' good . . .I never want it to stop . 
. . Oh, God . . . Oh, God!	

Warren made his mind up to finish with a flourish. He unflexed his 
buttocks and slowly slid his brown flaked prick out. Pausing for a 
fraction of a second, he sighed before skewering her anus again. Gail 
moaned thickly, her body swaying and undulating erotically under his.
His hands glided up to her breasts and grasped her hard nipples and 
squeezed hard, as he continued to slide out and in. Gail convulsed and 
spasmed still embedded on his throbbing prick.




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