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Spring Cleaning II by Athena
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Spring Cleaning Part II
by Athena
She knew he couldn't do it. She found the box of stuff
hidden in the back of the closet. He just couldn't throw it
away, could he? Such a packrat. She picked the box up and was
about to bring it downstairs when she had an idea, an evil smile
lighting up her face. Quickly she dumped the contents of the box
out on the bed...
He didn't hear her walk into the room, her heels clicking
lightly on the tile in the foyer. He was watching the game,
oblivious to the world around him. "I thought I told you to
throw your old junk away." He whirled around and saw her
standing there, holding all the stuff he promised her that he
threw out yesterday, and wearing his old black trenchcoat.
"Uh, but honey, all that stuff has sentimental value. I
can't just throw it out. I threw out so much other stuff. Can't
you just let me have a few things? Please."
"I'm sorry, but you'll just have to learn. Now you can
watch me get rid of all your stuff." She walked over to the
garbage can. He watched her legs as her heels clicked across the
floor. He saw the seam of her stockings and followed it until it
disappeared underneath his black trenchcoat. He realized that
his pants had gotten slightly tight on him all of a sudden.
"This," she said, holding up an old moth eaten sweater, "has
got to go." She threw it into the garbage. "And this sweaty
thing," she laughed, holding up his old football jersey. "You
boys haven't played football in years." She went to throw it
into the garbage, knowing she would get a reaction out of him.
As she was about to let it go he jumped up from the couch and
grabbed her.
"Hey! Not so fast." Their breathing had gotten noticeably
slower and more controlled. She could feel his cock growing in
his pants. He moaned slightly as she writhed in his arms, her
hips moving against his cock. His hands moving down her body, on
her ass, squeezing through the coat.
"And this thing," she said, pulling on the shoulders of the
coat. Pulling away from him a little, his hands still on her
ass, "has got to go." He helped her tear the coat off, his
breath coming up short as it revealed a green satin teddy
underneath.
"Oh, honey." He could feel his reaction immediately. He
grabbed her and pulled her to him, kissing her passionately. His
hands started roaming her body, one hand on her ass as the other
spread her thighs and went for the wetness between her legs.
"Oh, honey." Her moans kept him going as he put one, then
two fingers, into her wetness, all the while rubbing her clit
with his thumb. He could feel himself getting hotter and hotter.
He undid the snaps on the crotch of her teddy and lifted her onto
the table, laying her down as he proceeded to put his tongue into
her slowly, her moans gradually increasing until his
tongue-fucking caused her to cum in a huge orgasm, her pussy
muscles clutching at his tongue.
She slowly sat up and went straight for the bulge in his
pants. Freeing his swollen cock she started sucking it. He
stood there, feeling the pleasure of her touch. With her tongue
she was slowly bringing him closer to her, when suddenly she
wrapped her legs around him and pulled her to him, thrusting his
swollen cock into her pussy. Plunging him into her as far as she
could, he took the cue and starting thrusting in and out of her
rapidly. He could feel himself cumming. He wanted to hold out
for her, but he just couldn't; he let himself shoot into her, his
deep thrusts causing her to come as well.
Pulling out of her slowly, he kissed her gently, her legs
still wrapped around his waist. "Oh, honey, you know what?
Maybe you're right. Maybe I don't need this old coat."
She looked at him coyly and smiled, "Actually I was just
going to say maybe you should keep it; I think I was wrong about
those memories."
"Oh." He smiled as he wrapped her up in the coat and
started leading her to the bedroom. "Well why don't we go make
some more memories then...?"
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