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She carried a large stoneware mug in each hand, steaming with the frothy,
fragrant chocolate. Handing me one, she announced: “Music we need,” and walked
over to a cassette player. I expected something weird, but was surprised to
hear the strains of bossa-nova and the voice of Astrud Gilberto.
As we sat, we drank the chocolate and smoked, a kindred vice which somehow
branded us as being of like kidney. Our conversation consisted of the usual
mundacities: school, friends, relations, etc. I found myself becoming warmer,
doubtless because of the beverage and the fact that she kept the flat at a
temperature amenable to her finch. Rivulets of sweat coursed down my sides from
my armpits. I wondered if she detected the rutting-odor of my arousal.

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Her apartment was (how can one put it tactfully?) a mess. An eclectic
mixture of reprocessed Victoriana, Japanese boutique, and neo-Haight-Ashbury.
“Hey Tweezer!” she yelled out to a battered birdcage, large enough to
comfortably house an albatross. In it chirped a finch of some nondescript sort,
while the cage bottom was covered with sheets of newspaper printed in Cyrillic.
“Make yourself comfortable while I heat up the chocolate” Norma directed as
she disappeared into the kitchen. There wasn’t much room to sit down anywhere
except on a large threadbare sofa, which I doubt had ever seen better days.
Piled haphazardly on the chairs were books of all sorts, with titles like: “The
Works of Virgil Finlay,” “The Kalmyk Mongols,” “Les Fleurs du Mal,” “Sundials,”
“Memoirs of a Tattoist,” etc. In all, a most diverse assortment of interests.
When Norma returned from the kitchen, I noticed that she had changed her
clothes. She was again wearing her accustomed jeans and a black tank-top. I had
never before seen her bare arms. I was mildly shocked to note that her
underarms were unshaven; adorned with sparse wisps of silky auburn down. She
was also barefoot. Her feet were tiny and well-formed, without any of the usual
calluses heels inflict on a woman. She looked adorable; women are so sylph-like
when barefoot.

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Of singular interest to me was the fact that she never used perfume of any
sort. Yet sitting beside Norma, especially on a dank, humid day, I’d perceive a
decided redolence about her. How could this be described? Musky? No, musty
might possibly be more accurate. The closest I could compare Norma’s olfactory
aura to would be that of jonquils. This scent had a profound influence upon me;
throughout most of the class I’d be burdened with a massive erection. Later,
when time came for a piss-break, I noted that the end of my cock
was wet with the glaire of arousal.
Norma was definitely an unconventional sort; latter-day hippie should well
suffice to describe her. Every so often, she’d punctuate innocuous conversation
with non sequiturs such as “Damn cold makes my nipples hard!” and “Can you loan
me a dime for the tampon-machine?” Parenthetically, now that I think of it, she
never did pay back any of lo, those many dimes she borrowed.

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Some of the courses one is required to take in college are absolutely
unreal! Sociology is one of them. Sitting and trying to feign attentiveness
while listening to some professor pedantically drone on about “Modes of
Alienation” is surely beyond the threshold of endurance. As such, thoughts and
eyes tend to wander to more stimulating subjects. My preoccupation in
Sociology II was Norma.
I had met Norma through a mutual friend at the beginning of the semester.
When we discovered that we both had the same class, we naturally gravitated
towards each other’s familiar territory, sitting side-by-side in the same row.
Norma was slim and leggy; her short hair was of a nondescript brownish hue.
Her unencumbered breasts were small and she had a compact little tush which was
invariably ensconced in tight-fitting, faded jeans. She wore no make-up and I
never saw her in a dress or skirt. Often, she’d sport a purple scarf about her
head, effectively framing her face in a manner quite pleasing. Perhaps her most
striking physical attribute was her hands, pale and long-fingered, with
shortly-cropped nails. She probably could have been a marvelous keyboard
virtuoso. The whole demeanor of her gazelle-like being was decidedly hoydenish;
sort of a willowy Jamie Lee Curtis type if quantification was necessary.

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“Now come over and give me that bottle of “Cherry Flavored Love Cream”
she says.

And with that she takes the love cream and spreads it all over her
tits and makes little piles on her nipples then she draws a line down
one tit toward the center and up the other one then from the center
all the way down her body making a small pile on her belly button and
a large pile on her pussy, then she lays down on the bed, spreads her
legs wide and says ” I’m a Cupcake ! come and eat me!!!!” Yummmmmmm
Yum!! That cherry flavored cream mixed with her body is about the
best tasting stuff you ever tasted, as you start slurping it off the
closest tit until you eat it all up. Then following the line to the
other one you keep on licking and sucking. Keri is moaning softly and
holding your head with both hands gently caressing you as you go upon
your way. She shudders as you reach her belly button and moans a
little louder when you continue downward As you get to her pussy she
starts to shake gently and finely as you lick the last of the cream
from her clit she shivers violently as her orgasm reaches climax, She
quickly flips you on your back and starts spreading the cream on you
basically the same way it was on her. Only she begins licking and
sucking…

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“Oh of course how silly of me” replied Keri. So Keri started to
undress her self but I interceded.

“Let me help you with those, you had a long hard day of traveling now
its time to relax.” Calvin said

While unpacking the clothes earlier Calvin noticed some exotic oils in
the bathroom. On the bottle it said “good for baths and/or massages.”
Well, he thought, I am giving her a massage, he also find a bottle
called “Cherry Flavored Love Cream” and he took that also. When he got
back to the bedroom he was greeted with a beautiful sight. Keri was
laying there on her back on the bed totally nude. God she is gorgeous
he thought. He loved how soft and silky smooth her skin looks. How her
beautiful sculpted back meets her perfect ass. How her long and lean
her legs look and all of it encased in a beautifully golden brown body.
He wanted to do more than massage her body.

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“Mmmmmmmm, sound delightfully delicious” she laughed. “There are a
few fantasies I want to act out that I never had the opportunity to
do before.” she said, with a mischeiveous glint in her eyes.

We went up to the room and and unpacked everything. Keri rub her
shoulder and said that someone should redesign those airline seat and
make one that a human can sit in comfortably. She said that all that
flying in those uncomfortable seats has made havok to her muscles.
Me being the quick one one that I am (in more ways than one) walked
over to Keri and started massasing her shoulder.

“Oh that feels so good” she moan.

“You know,” Calvin said with a sly grin on his face, “it works alot
better if I could Massage your skin rather than your clothes. It
usually works better that way.”

Calvin drove through the gates of a large plantation and stopped in
front of a huge mansion house. We carried our bags up the steps and I
rang the bell. The door opened and we were greeted by a beautiful
girl about Keri’s age in a sexy maid’s uniform. Calvin told her who
we were and she invited us inside. She took us to our suite which was
large and nicely furnished with antiques.

“After you’ve freshened up, please join the other guests for cocktails
at the pool.” She said then left the room. I watched her walk down the
long hall, her firm upturned ass swaying with each step. Keri noticed
my fascination with the servant girl.

What had Calvin gotten me into this time? Keri was apprehensive but
excited as the plane touched down at Savannah airport. Calvin had
arranged this weekend at Hilton Head promising ‘three days you’ll
NEVER forget, at a fantasy beach club for the adventurous. The South
in August can seem like the hottest and most humid place on Earth.
Calvin thus felt a little sorry for his friend Keri. Keri’s parent
were planning to spend the month touring the Orient and didn’t want
to leave her alone at their home in upstate New York.

As he waited for Keri to arrive at the airport, he realized he hadn’t
seen her or her family for over two years. His job at an advertising
firm just didn’t allow him to take too many trips. He had gone
through a long, drawn-out divorce during the past year that had also
forced him to stay in South. He hoped he would recognize Keri. He
thought of her pretty face and long blonde hair. He had always
thought that she was a very beautiful woman.

I can tease you no longer. I wrap my lips around the areola and
start sucking the jelly off gently, then harder, then I am nibbling,
almost biting. You bring your hands up to my head, and move it to the
other nipple. I cannot resist your urgent desire. But I am not done
teasing. I let my tongue circle the nipple, not quite touching it,
tickling the hairs around it, as I slide slowly, very slowly, up and
down on your hard cock. I squeeze tightly on each stroke, stopping
just as I feel the head about to pull out. It feels exquisite! My
hands are on your arms, holding them down, out of the way, as I apply
my ministrations. My own extended nipples are brushing your stomach
softly in the rhythm of my movements. You can’t stand it anymore.
You bring your arms up to my head, and press my mouth forcefully, but
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Laying on the bed, your breathing ragged, you try not to move. The
jelly on your nipples jiggles with each strained breath. Some
dislodges and begins to trickle down the side of your chest. You are
trying desperately not to squirm, but it tickles so much. I watch
your discomfort with delight, but I don’t let you suffer for too
long. I bend forward and extend my tongue to lick up the sticky
drip. Starting near the bedsheets, practically at your back, I
slowly, oh so slowly, bring my tongue all… the… way….. up your
side. My mouth hovers over your nipple. My breath is making it warm
and the jelly starts to run again. I flick my tongue out to catch
the drip, and then flick it quickly across your hardened nipple. You
groan, and try to jam yourself deeper into me, without moving your
chest. Your pelvis is amazingly flexible. I smile and bare my
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“Instatiable.” It’s all the comment you can muster, and you roll
your eyes for added effect. You must be tired. Ah well, at least
your body is still fully functional. I look to the open sundeck
door, and I hear the voices of people out in the commons. You see
the look on my face.
“No. If you want it, the door and the curtains stay open.” Your
voice is stern. My lust has overcome any inhibitions, so I impudently
agree.
“And you said I was the wicked one! Fine. Have it your way.”
Besides. It’s not like I know anyone here. My face meets yours and
our tongues entwine in a lingering kiss. Our sticky-sweet lips
continue to meld, as I slide myself slowly down on your fully erect
cock. My hard nipples brush your chest through the satin shift.
With one hand, I guide you into me, with the other, I pull your head
to mine, so as not to break the kiss. My fingers are get lost in your
thick, dark hair. As I slide that last bit down to the base of your
shaft, you gasp.

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You grab my wrist with one hand, extract the book with the other, and
pull me down on top of you. I happily comply.
“You. Are a wicked thing. You think you are going to get more out
of me after last night and this morning?!” Your words are
admonishing, but the look in your eyes says something entirely
different.
I laugh, and mock an Oliver Twist accent, “Please suh, can I have some
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Finally, our hunger is sated, and we recline back on the bed. You,
with your head on the pillows, me, laying the other way, with my toes
tickling your arm pit. I lick off sticky fingers, put a pillow on
your feet, and reach beside the bed to pull up a book I have
purchased, just for this occasion. It is a collection of erotic
stories. As you sip on your coffee and eye that last cracker, I
begin reading aloud to you. The story has the desired revitalizing
effect.

Your cock begins to stir, to stiffen as the words roll
languidly off my tongue. I softly move my free hand to your groin, and
begin drawing circles on and around your balls. I stroke the
lengthening shaft gently, my touch getting more firm as the story
heats up. You move the plates off the bed, and on to the night
table. The story is almost done, but you don’t wait for the finish.

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You smile and sit up in bed. “Mmmmmm. Thank-you. I *thought*
something smelled wonderful, though it was slightly different from
your usual musky aroma…” I chuckle and take a sip of my coffee.
Then I put it back on the night table.
“I’ll be right back. I have something more.” Your relaxed but
puzzled expression follows me as I leave the room, and make my way
down to the kitchen.

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It was about 3pm in the afernoon and I was sitting in the lobby, skimming
through the ‘TIME’. It was not crowded at the time and I relaxed, taking
in the elegant green marble and chrome facade of the lobby. Looking a little
beyond the glass door leading to the inner courtyard, I could see the
attractive fountains and [...]