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Anne always brushed me off the same way when I proposed marriage; she’d
always tell me that there was more about her that she didn’t want me to
know for fear that it would end a pleasant friendship.
I asked her again today, July third, while we were on our way back from
the local clinic where we got our periodic HIV screenings; neither of us
had had any sexual contacts for six months, but we were scared enough by
our experiences to keep going back to the clinic every month. On the
way out, we agreed to get together for a picnic dinner tomorrow, before
the fireworks on the fourth. I made my usual proposal, half in jest but
half seriously, and Anne surpirsed me completely by answering yes.
She drove us immediately to the county courthouse. I was still in a
daze as she marched us up to the clerk’s office and rang the bell. I’d
made my usual offer of marriage, but I hadn’t expected her to accept on
the spot, and her fast followthrough left me reeling. She filled out as
much of the form the clerk handed her as she could, then handed it to me
to fill out my part. (more…)

“I guess it’s about the same with me,” I said as I fished in my pocket
for my keys. “How come you still wear the earrings?”

She looked oddly at me for a moment before she answered. “They’re in
permanently; I’d have to cut them to get them out.”

Can you call it dating when neither partner is interested in making any
sexual advances? In March, a few months after Anne joined our survivors
support group, we started going out together. I think we were both
using our relationship defensively; by staying together when we were in
social settings, we could were shield each other from sexual pressure.

With one hand I controled the vibrator and with the other I began to
massge the second girls vagina allowing a finger or two to carress her
insides. I was now pumping both girls as fast and expertly as I knew
how. One with a toy, the other with my toy player. They were moaning
so load I thought I knew the nieghbors could hear, but at this point
who cared. It was hard to keep things going with them both bucking
wildly on my hands.

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Finnaly after what I would have sworn was an hour they both started to
shudder and come at the same instance. The room, my hands and shirt
filled with scent and the juices of thier love making.
After they had put their robes back on, leaving me sitting there with
a raging hardon and my mouth wide open, they reminded me to back early
saturday morning to begin my punishment. I was try to stammer about me
and my aching dick but they said this was the first part of my
punnishment. Saturday would be something I wouldn’t want to miss.
I set my alarm clock for THREE AM!!!!

She had just turned nineteen, and was very pretty. She
had long blonde hair, large brown eyes, much like a doe’s, a
slightly turned-nose and a nice smile. Slight of build,
with long, shapely legs, she walked proudly and seemed
pleased with herself. I found her to be very nice, and as
she told me later, she found me very humorous. She turned
me on, but what could I do? What could she want with me? (more…)