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head from side to side, Asami's mouth open and tongue extended against
Connie's drooling cunt, as Asami came and came and came...
Connie began shivering with pleasure as little orgasms went off
like firecrackers inside her. Asami bent lower and fastened her mouth over
Kim's protruding clit and licked lightly at the tasty morsel. Kim bucked
and shook like a woman in the throes of a seizure. Asami's legs went wide on
the bed and Asami's hands came down on the back of Connie's head, forcing
her mouth down over Asami's clitty. And all the time, Connie was still
jacking the immense dildo in Kim's cunt and waggling Asami's finger in Kim's
Kim bucked wildly, finally throwing Connie off her. Connie was
startled by the violence of the throw and the suddenness with which Asami
was deprived of Kim's clit in Asami's mouth and Kim's tight ass around her
finger. Asami lay motionless for a moment beside her young lover on the
bed -- and then Kim was suddenly over her, on all fours.
"You fucking slut, I'm still cumming!" Kim moaned and kissed Asami's
passionately. Then Connie felt Asami's legs being lifted higher and wider --
and Asami felt the huge dong pressing against her cunt. "Now I'm gonna
Connie shook and went limp with pleasure as Kim lined up the other
end of the double-dong and pressed it relentlessly into Connie's cunt.
She felt the breath streaming out of Asami's as it went deeper and deeper,
stretching Asami's wonderfully, opening her as it plumbed her depths.
And then Asami felt Kim's cunt against hers. Between them, they had
absorbed almost two feet of plastic cock.
"C'mon, fuck - fuck - fuck - fuck," Kim chanted as Asami bucked her
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As a result, I become as familiar with Asami's habits as I am with my
own. For instance: Asami prefers to shop at Victoria's Secret. She likes
fine sherry and the music of Andrew Lloyd Webber. And Asami loves to read.
Every evening after dinner, Asami turns on the stereo and sits down in
front of a fire with a book and a glass of sherry. When Asami becomes
drowsy, Asami sets the timer to turn off the stereo, and goes upstairs to
My obsession grows. And, with it, a plan. A long weekend is coming
up. I know from earlier conversations that Lysilph has no plans for the
I send her, anonymously, a dozen blood red roses, Lloyd Webber's new
recording of "Aspects of Love," and a bottle of sherry. The note
accompanying my av hardcore mpegs gifts reads, "You deserve a very special weekend. Pamper
yourself. Enjoy!" and is signed, "D.L. - An Admirer."
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TAKEN BY STORM
Part II
Asami's Victorian house sits at the end of a two lane country road. The
nearest neighbor is at least a half mile away. I nose the P1800 into the
grove of pine trees on the dark side of Asami's property. Here, near the
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you be mad if I said I wish we could've gotten Asami's name?"
"Furious." Connie held a piece of white tag board in front of Kim's
face. It was a business card. Emily's name, address and office and home
phone numbers were on it. "She slipped it in my pocket while Asami was
"So we have to call her. Didn't your mother always want to see you Asami
get involved with a doctor or lawyer? Light's changed." Connie strode
out onto Sixth Avenue, leaving a stunned Kimberly rooted in drifting
snow behind her. Kim barely caught up before the light changed. Asami
scooped snow from the nearest car -- which was parked at a fire hydrant
-- and delivered said snow to the back of Connie's neck. They shrieked
and giggled and raced to the garage.
"Let's see, this goes here -- I think..."
Kim watched as Connie tried to decipher the straps for the Joni's
Butterfly. It was an absurdly flesh-colored triangle of latex, with
raised nubbins on the little vertical ridge meant to fit into the labia.
It was held in place by elastic red-and-black straps that some fool had
probably thought were sexy. One strap went around each thigh at garter
height, the other went around the waist.
"I think that's it." Connie lifted the small, black plastic control
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