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jumped. She tried to pull him up and
away but she couldn't move him. He was looking at her. She was
humiliated but to her surprise she was also getting excited and
starting to wet herself.
    He wanted to kiss her pussy badly. He felt
himself hardening again. He'd settle for touching her. He slid a
thick finger into her hole. She arched and he felt a slight clench
around his finger.
    He moved back up to be next to her and began
kissing her soft mouth. He inserted a second finger and began
playing. God, it was great, just like being a teenager. He could
see her whole body, as she lay next to him, legs spread, without
the protection of her sheets. Of course she had her eyes closed,
but he didn't care at this point. He could feast on her while she
hid.
    Before too long she was writhing and bucking
into his hand. She started crying his name.
    "John."
    "I'm here, Tricia. Relax, babe."
    "Oh, John."
    "It's OK, let me do my thing. I feel you. I
know what's happening."
    "John, John."
    "Come on babe, come for me."
    He stroked and petted her pussy. He twisted
his fingers around and brought forth a lot of juice. He flicked her
clit and pressed on it, gently dragging the hood up and down over
the surface. She was transported. She opened her legs as wide as
she could. She was seeking something she hadn't known before. She
felt like she was climbing.
    "John, please."
    "OK, babe."
    He pressed the palm of his hand flat down on
her clit and gripped her pussy tightly. He jammed his fingers in
and out of her hole. She started coming hard. He felt the entire
set of clenches and the flow of juice all over his hand. It was
fantastic. Her noises aroused him.
    Before she recovered, he moved quickly and
positioned himself with her legs up on his shoulders. He wanted her
to feel all of him. He slid in easily.
    "No, John… it's too much."
    She tried to wiggle away from him, but she
was impaled on his dick.
    "It's OK Tricia. You can take me. I know you
can, I just held your pussy in my hand."
    "You're too big… John."
    She shook her head. Her eyes closed. He laid
his hand on her cheek
    "Look at me Tricia."
    She fluttered her eyes open and met his
smoldering gaze.
    "Trust me, Tricia, please. You can take all
of me. Let's try, please."
    He retreated and then stabbed back in. She
went limp. He pistoned in and out of her, his balls slapping her
ass. She was pliable in his arms; she didn't fight him. He banged
his big body into her over and over until he came again.
    When he lay back down and drew her against
him, he smiled. That was everything he'd imagined and more. She was
a joy in his arms and her submission meant the world to him. She
was his now.
    Tricia had never experienced sex like this.
John's loving was intense and forceful. Her orgasm was like a
religious experience encompassing her whole body and mind. There
was no comparison between her previous sexual experience and what
just happened with John. She felt mated to him. He had taken her
body and she loved it.
    ***
    When she woke, John was not in bed with her.
She felt immediately bereft, sad that he had left. She was as stiff
and sore as she could be. Last night, after sex, John brought her a
cool wet cloth and washed and soothed her pussy after his hard
loving. He once again showed his extreme nurturing side to her. She
slept like a baby in his arms.
    He came walking into the bedroom, stark
naked. Tricia blushed to her hairline. He was a perfect male
specimen and he was proud of it.
    "John, how can you walk around like
that?"
    "Like what?" he smiled a sly smile.
    She laughed. She couldn’t hide her happiness
that he hadn't left. He had brought them each a coffee. He got back
in bed with her and dragged her on top of his body.
    "Damn, you are so soft, feels so good. So,
how are you feeling? Sore?"
    He embarrassed her again. She nodded, but
then she gathered some nerve and answered him.
    "Yes, I'm aching. I feel it"
    "I'm sorry, babe. I was a little rough. It's
your fault. You got me overly