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Mischievous Spirits 17
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Mischievous Spirits
© Copyright 1993, Hannibal Smith
Tasha was in seventh heaven. She'd already cum 2 times when he
finally stopped putting pressure on her pussy. She'd seen stars
for the last inch and a half, but she wanted to see just what her
limits were. And while her legs were spread wide, she still felt
she could handle just a bit more. But he had begun to withdraw,
coating his cock in her free flowing juices, juics so thick, that
they clung to his cock like glue. Tasha began to moan as he
worked his stiff cock in and out of her fatigued pussy. She
couldn't believe how many times he thrust his hard thick cock into
her pussy and still hadnt' come. She'd never been fucked this
long before, and she had the feeling that if she didn't help
him along, that she'd be stuck here beneath his pounding body
forever. She began to tweak his nipples, and rub her hands along
his firm body. Finally, her hands found his buttocks. She began
to run her fingers along his dimpled cheeks, and as she did, she
felt him flinch and shudder. She knew then where his weakness was
and she began to knead and spread them apart. Walter was
straining as it was to keep from losing his load too soon, but
when Tasha found his ass, he knew the game was over. She just
kept on playing with his tight ass, and before he or she realized
it, she had wet one of her fingers and began to play with his
tight hole.
That was it. He lost all control and really began to pound her
pussy. Tasha really saw stars and came twice more as she held on
for dear life. Walter attacked her pussy like he would never get
any again, and before he realized it, he began to come. His body
shuddered like a leviathan, stiffened, and then began to spew
streams of jism deep into her womb. Tasha closed her eyes
as she felt the spray of fluids splash inside the walls of her
pussy, hosing her down with the fruits of Walter's loins. She
felt quite weak as her own final orgasm had been triggered by the
first of many pulse jets of cum that left his dark organ. She
felt like she'd been through a hurricane, and lived to tell about
it. Her legs fell weakly to the sofa as Walter pulled away from
her now filled pussy. They both fell back on the sofa, eyes
closed and bodies temporarily satiated.
Long moments passed before they opened an eye, but when they did,
they saw that they had a small audience. Both Dennis and Donna
had left the bedroom, and had come out to see what in the
world was going on in the living room. They both were grinning like
chesire cats at their little Tasha. Tasha grinned back, and Walter
opened his eyes, finally to a sight he'd not quite been prepared for.
Another mixed couple, one of them, his powerful neighbor, and both
showing signs of recent sexual intercourse.
"I can't WAIT to hear this story!", Donna laughed as she sat down
beside Tasha and began to brush her hair back from Tasha's exhausted but
contented looking face.
"Me EITHER!", Walter replied as he righted himself and looked
questioningly at Dennis.
Dennis smiled, thought a moment, and said, "I'm not sure, but for
some reason, I think the air must be FULL of little Mischievous
Spirits!"
And there, sitting near the bottle of gin on Dennis' counter, two
small spirits, one nymphonic and one satyric smiled widely mischievously
at each other. After a moments thought, the Satyric Spirit said
"Hmmm, now what could THAT mean?" as both spirits slowly disappeared...
The End?
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