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Exine 13
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© March, 1992 Exine D'Marillion
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The following contains sexually explicit material and should only
be read by an open minded adult over 21. If you're not, kindly go
back to DOS, erase this and forget you ever saw it.
Thank you!
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THE SEXUAL ADVENTURES OF EXINE
VOLUME 13
"The Chocolate Pudding Excursion"
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Exine sat down to dinner in the gala dining room and
entertained her guests most graciously. Her hotel was doing a
booming business and she always had the large head table filled
with important faces night after night. Tonight, however, she
had to force a smile and feign delightful conversations. The
guests were charming as usual, but she didn't feel up to it.
A gentleman that was about ten years her senior sat across
the table from her. He looked vaguely familiar...an actor or
something she thought distractedly. His green eyes twinkled
mercilessly when he winked at her. She was a sucker for it also.
His silver hair was combed back and gathered at the back of his
neck in a small ponytail and his matching suit outlined his hard
body perfectly. He was sumptious. He sipped at his coffee, not
taking his eyes from her and before he placed the cup back down
said,"So mademoiselle, your establishment is quite the resort
it's billed to be." She smiled in return to the compliment.
He leaned over the table and whispered,"Could I bother you
for a word in private?" She looked concerned and stood up in
front of the long table and excused herself. The men stood in
politeness until she left the table. She walked arm in arm with
the older man to the lounge. It was dead beings it was dinner
time. She ordered a couple of Irish coffees and waited for them
to be served.
"What did you need to talk to me about,"she asked.
"I saw a woman being suffocated by the mundane and thought
she needed a rescue. Tell me I'm wrong and I'll call you a liar."
She looked at him for a minute, not knowing quite what to say to
someone so confident.
"I wouldn't say...mundane," she started carefully. "I've
just been a little overwhelmed lately and I guess..." She looked
up and broke out into a giggle. "I don't really have a true
explanation." She sipped on her coffee and the warmth spread
throughout her body, particularly her lower regions. On a whim,
she asked him,"Would you like to take dessert in my room?"
"I'd be delighted," he answered cordially.
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In the penthouse, she phoned the kitchen and talked in lower
tones. As she walked into the room, he asked, "Secrets?"
"It's a ...surprise," she said as she sat close to him on
the crushed velvet love seat. He placed a finger on her lips,
hushing her.
"Milady, it's considered impolite to talk when a man is
trying to kiss you."
Her eyebrows rose slightly in surprise and his lips meshed
with hers in a powerful kiss. His short beard was soft and
brushed lightly against her cheek. She couldn't help but ask
herself the silent question of how it would feel against her
thighs. Her body melted against him, conforming to his, as he
pulled her closer. His strong hand was supporting under her thigh
and was rising up toward her ass making a blazing trail where he
he had touched. Her lips parted slightly as she gasped, her legs
following suit to see if his fingers would take the hint. His
hand traced over the top of her thigh and rolled her dress up to
glance at her glistening pink snatch. His knuckle teased and
rubbed against her raging hard clit that was almost dripping with
her juices. She clawed at the buttons on his shirt, wanting to
feel his skin against her. But the damned CLOTHES were getting in
the way. He carefully took off his jacket and shirt as she jumped
up and peeled off her dress. His control was challenged as he
looked down at her naked body flushed with the passion that was
making her feverish. Her full round breasts were topped with soft
pink nipples like whipped cream on a dessert. So this is what she
meant, he thought.
A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts and she jumped
up excitedly to answer it. He watched her ass as she walked to
the door without shame in her nakedness. She wheeled a cart into
the room and shut the door.
"What the--" he exclaimed.
"C'mon," she teased. "I invited you up here for dessert." He
looked at the tray. There was a piece of thin plastic sheeting
and a large bucket containing about two gallons of chocolate
pudding. On Exine's face was a large grin that couldn't be
contained on her young face. She tossed the sheeting on the floor
like a picnic blanket and brought the bucket down to the center.
She tossed her shoes over to the bed and crooked her finger to
him to invite him onto the sheet. He was jumping out of the
remainder of his clothes, not wanting to take his eyes off her as
she started her "show". Both her hands were thrust into the
bucket and brought up big gobs of the pudding. One hand smeared
her white creamy breasts, painting them chocolate brown as her
other hand was darkening her smooth shaven cunt. She spread
herself on the plastic and spread her legs, knowing she had his
attention. Her fingers reached for more of the cool pudding and
spread it over her already slick pussy lips. She let a few
fingers drift in between her labia and let them disappear inside
her. Her hips bucked up slightly, taking in her own pleasures in
front of his eyes. She let her hands run over her body, over her
hips and up to her ample breasts whose nipples were starting to
get hard. She took a fingerful of pudding from her pussy and
smeared it on a nipple. She brought her nipple up to her own
mouth and let her pink tongue lick it off in cat like stabs.
"Mmmmmm, you'd like this. It's a regular menage a trois of
flavors...chocolate...my sweet pussy....and my creamy tit. Wanna
try?" she leered at him. She didn't have to ask twice. He was
practically on top of her, his cockhead dipping into the pudding
spread cunt, but not penetrating while his hand was dipping into
the bucket and he smacked some on her breast. His hungry mouth
ravaged her nipple as he sucked and slurped up the pudding. Her
nipple was recklessly sucked into his mouth and he accidentally
bit a few times, but it only added to her lust. As he was busy
feeding off her bosom she had reached down and was manipulating
her clit with his engorged cock, letting the strong muscle rub up
between her labia, against her clit. Her hips ground against him,
she was panting. She steered his hard thick cock into her
waiting, oozing pussy. She didn't know what was making her
wetter, the pudding or her natural lubricant. He was thicker than
she had anticipated and she had to spread her thighs wide to
receive him slowly in her. He wasn't overly long, but the
thickness was dazzling to her. She let her pussy take inch by
precious inch, letting it work over his cock like her mouth
during a blowjob. Her cunt squeezed and stroked its way down his
hardness until she could feel his pubic hair teasing her exposed
clit. She rubbed it against him harder, enjoying the feeling of
the hanging "pre-orgasm" feeling. She didn't know what it would
take to push her over the edge. She found out.
He regained control and reached under her ass and squeezed
her cheeks. He let a pudding topped finger slide into her ass as
he cock kissed her womb. Her hips bucked, driving him deeper,
which rubbed her clit harder which pushed her over the edge of a
thundering orgasm. As her cunt squeezed him like a vice with her
cumming, he grabbed the base of his cock, not wanting to cum just
yet. He pulled out and lowered his face to her pudding sweetened
snatch. Her pussy was still sensitive as he kissed her clit. Her
fingers mingled in his hair, pulling his mouth as close as she
could. He traced a circle around her clit with his tongue over
and over. He lowered until his agile tongue traced the opening of
her cunt. It was still spasming in orgasm as he sucked her
chocolate juices from her hole. He let his tongue go in as far as
it could, almost fucking her with it. He gave more attention to
her clit and let his fingers travel to her wet hole. He let a
few fingers pump in and out of her as he sucked on her huge clit.
Her hips were pushing further against him involuntarily. She was
bringing herself to another orgasm. Before that could happen, he
jumped up and rammed his fat cock into her. She cried out with
her orgasm lustily, her cunt sucking him deep inside her as her
hips slammed against him. Her fingers rubbed her clit frantically
to enhance her orgasm as he fucked her violently, his cock
spewing its thick milk deep inside her. Every exhale of hers of
an audible groan, as she came. They both collapsed very slowly
onto the sheeting. She thought she would pass out, but the
feeling was really lovely. Exine could feel the mixture of his
cum, her cum and the pudding oozing out of her and sliding down
between her asscheeks. She looked at her debonair gentleman next
to her and saw a grownup version of a little kid that had a
pudding frenzy and giggled. He looked very undebonair. Catching
himself before they both went to sleep, he said, "Mademoiselle,
we need a THOROUGH shower!"
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