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pussy just a slight hip
    thrust above him.
    “Fuck me,” he begged and lifted his hips. Our eyes locked
    and I smiled wickedly at his erotically pained look.
    “With pleasure,” I whispered and as he held his cock in
    place I slid down. We gasped, then moaned, then closed our
    eyes in sync with each other and let the rhythm of lust enfold
    us in its sexual embrace. I moved as if in a trance. Hypnotically
    I lifted and pushed down my bum to push him in and pull him
    out of my pussy, the friction making me mewl with delight and
    my pussy muscles clench with pleasure.
    Dropping my arms next to his shoulders, I leaned forward
    briefly for a hot, urgent kiss before slamming back down on his
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    thick dick. My sex pulsed with mini orgasms as I moaned and
    cursed and thrust all the harder. He gripped my hips and his
    nails dug in as he got closer and closer to coming.
    “Yes,” he growled as he filled me, “Yes.” He thrust again,
    his cock spurting inside of me. “Oh fuck, yes,” He groaned as
    he stilled and I stopped thrusting.
    “Mmm, I do love it when you fill me with your come,” I
    gasped and lifted myself over to fall back on the bed beside
    him. “I love how it all slips and slides around my fingers when
    I slip them inside my used cunt.” He rolled onto his side and
    faced me and I showed him what I meant. With two fingers I
    pressed inside myself. I could hear the sticky squelch as I
    moved them and enjoyed the creamy caress of our juices
    mixing together inside of me. I pulled my fingers out with a
    groan and moved the sticky slick digits to my clit. I buzzed
    with pre-orgasmic energy and as he trailed his fingers up the
    inside of my thigh each tickle was magnified and the journey
    they took up to the juncture of my thighs was exquisite torture.
    He slid two fingers inside of me and I moaned. He hooked
    his leg over mine and buried his face in my neck where his lips
    traced patterns over my shoulder and up my throat. The
    combination of his tickling kisses on my favorite erogenous
    zone, his body pressed against me, and his fingers within me
    brought me quickly to my peak. I rubbed harder, my legs
    vibrating as my orgasm built then erupted powerfully from my
    body. He clung onto me as I bucked and cursed and thrashed in
    my ecstasy. When I calmed, he pulled out of me and, taking his
    fingers to his mouth, he licked them clean.
    “Mm, we taste good together,” he whispered.
    “We feel bloody good together as well,” I exclaimed and
    he nodded. Our laughter mingled as we cuddled up together.
    “You know, men I’ve been with before have been really weird
    about touching or tasting their own come, even when mixed
    with my juices. I dunno, I guess they thought it made ’em gay
    or something.”
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    “Men are weird,” Adam said with an emphatic nod of the
    head. “I don’t mind it at all, but then maybe I’m not typical as
    I’m bi. I like the taste of come as much as I love the taste of
    pussy juice.”
    “You’re bi?” I asked, a little surprised but not particularly
    shocked.
    “Yes,” he replied, “didn’t you know?”
    “No,” I said. “It’s not really come up in conversation, has
    it?”
    “No, it hasn’t.”
    There was a moment of awkward silence. I didn’t know
    what to say. Everything I could think of sounded sarcastic or
    twee in my own head.
    “You’re all right with it, though, right?” he asked after a
    moment of waiting for me to talk.
    “Oh yeah. Least I think so. I mean, it’s not like you’re
    going to go off and cheat on me with some bloke just ‘cause
    you fancy guys as well as girls, is it?”
    And we had only been together for three months. It wasn’t
    as if we were man and wife or something.
    “Ah, well, maybe I should confess something to you while
    we’re on the subject,” he said, his posh shop manager voice
    coming into play. I began to worry. It was the voice he used to
    deliver bad news to customers and