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Janet for Hire Part Three (3)
The woman sat up, looked around. She brought her lips to Blue’s and
kissed her warmly. She did the same with Red.
Using both hands the woman scooped up the mixture of sperm and pussy
juice from her torso. She drank the mix and scooped up some more.
Gleefully she ran her hands over her body, around her breasts and
brought them to her pussy where she masturbated herself to orgasm. The
audience cheered more loudly than before, though it was at this point
that Lesiah noticed that there were some men in the back of the room,
seated in a more dimly lit area who did not seem to express much of any
emotion. They seemed inhibited. Nervous.
The actress who had just revived and climaxed said: “Thank you women of
space. You realized something that we had forgotten when the terrible
comet came upon our poor planet. It is women and men together who give
this planet its life and its joy. Your mingling of female and male
fluids brought me back from the brink of death. Now my people can once
more join together equally in the great cosmic dance.”
“Then our work here is done,” said Blue.
“We are glad to have been of help to you and your people,” said the
woman in the red outfit. “Now we must go and spread the good word and
our legs throughout the galaxy so that others may benefit.”
The lights dimmed and (most of) the audience applauded. The performers
took their bows and exited through curtains behind the stage.
“Not very good dialogue,” commented Lesiah.
“Yeah,” Bea agreed. “But what is this place? It’s a restaurant, a live
sex theatre and a whorehouse all rolled into one. Weird.”
“Let’s find out.”
Unconcerned with her nudity Lesiah made her way through the audience and
toward the curtained exit. Bea followed.
While Lesi and Bea set off to discover the wherewithal of the unusual
establishment, Tolland True was discovering just how good at sex the
albino girl could be.
The door to the alley opened with a squeak as the girl pushed on it.
Stepping outside, she pointed toward a fenced off area. Only a little
light, mostly from the moon above in the reasonably clear night sky and
from a street lamp across the alley, illuminated the spot.
The girl walked to that spot and pulled the frock over her head. She
tossed it aside, unconcerned with where it landed. She spread her arms
invitingly. Her skin and hair were, almost, the same color as the
moonlight. It seemed, almost, as if she was made of that light. But
she was real, flesh and blood, of the Earth and the Moon.
True came to her as he tossed his jacket aside. She pressed her soft
body against his, began grinding her crotch against his as he leaned
back against the hard wood of the fence. Her small breasts were topped
with tiny, hard nipples. These she pressed against his chest. Cunt
juices flowed down her legs. Even through his pants True could feel the
fluids flowing from her.
Her lips pressed passionately against his; her tongue flitted, wiggled,
probed.
Returning her ardor, True received her kiss, her passion, felt her
incredible sexual energy wash over him. The slight raising of one of
his knees brought his thigh in contact with the girl’s cunt and she
rubbed herself against his leg more vigorously than before.
Her breathing became rapid short pants. Fire like a golden dawn flashed
in the clear deep ice eyes that were now locked with his. A flood of
wetness drenched True’s thigh as the girl climaxed, explosions of
pleasure suffusing her tiny body. She shook, she trembled, her muscles
spasmed; she made no sound.
Nor did she stop her amorous pursuance. Her hands quickly but rapidly
undid True’s belt, unbuttoned his slacks and pulled down his zipper.
She pulled his slacks down, feeling the hard naked flesh of his engorged
organ pressing against her thigh. She raised a leg up and took hold of
that organ, guiding it into her cunt. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass
to steady her as she slid herself onto him, taking all of his inches in
one quick movement.
The girl’s cunt was like a boiling, churning cauldron of liquid fire.
She radiated incredible sexual heat. Her vaginal muscles rippled in
waves along his cock, and he responded with equal skill, flexing his
penile muscles inside her. They thrust and writhed and propelled
themselves toward orgasm.
Her breath was heavy, as was his; they were almost breathing in unison,
inhaling and exhaling the heady, musky fragrance of each other. The
intensity with which they clung to each other was almost painful; True
held her ass in a grip like a steel vise. He speared a finger into her
anus.
The girl welcomed the pleasure producing intrusion of True’s dexterous
digit in her ass hole but was caught off guard by it. She jerked in
surprise and the two of them stumbled off-balance. They tried to keep
their footing but couldn’t and so careened to the ground. They were not
hurt, just shaken.
The girl was atop True. She smiled and in a moment he realized why.
They were still as one, still joined at the genitals, and still joined
in spirit. She was already fucking her hips up and down on his flesh
pole when he realized that the fall had not separated them. He smiled
up at her and in moments the two climaxed together, True making enough
sound for both of them as he cried out his orgasmic release, discharging
torrents of sperm deep into the girl’s wanton womb.
They shook and shuddered together for many minutes in orgasmic
affirmation of their carnal copulation.
— End Part Three —
(continued)
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The moderately mythic Taliesin, the Bard is a popular porn performer,
pagan pundit, and prominent prosex partisan, as well as being addicted
to atrocious alliteration. You may write to him at Positively Pagan,
5632 Van Nuys Blvd. #337, Van Nuys, CA 91401 or e-mail him at
taliesin@paganpleasures.com. Tal’s websites are
http://www.paganpleasures.com and http://www.taliesinthebard.com.
ProSex, S.L.U.T., OPT, Janet for Hire and the names and likenesses of
all prominent characters and organizations in this fictional story are
trademarks of Positively Pagan.
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