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"L is for Lemonade"

By Shon Richards

John walked into the bedroom, called by his wife

Sara. The room was light by candlelight and his wife

was lying on the bed wearing her black peignoir. She

had a stack of printouts in her hand.

"What's the occasion?" he asked as he unzipped

his pants.

Sara smiled. "There's this story-

~~~

"-I want you to read," Alex told his wife

Marilyn. His arms wrapped around her from behind.

She melted into his embrace, and took the papers from

his hands.

~~~

"This Lemonade is too sour," Nicholas began to

read. He stopped when his wife kissed his stomach.

"Keep reading," Wanda asked. She pulled down his

underwear and his manhood was waiting for her.

Nicholas continued. "He said, 'what it needs is

to something sweet-"

~~~

"-to counter it," Belinda read out loud. Her

boyfriend was pulsing inside her. It was so hard to

read with him making love to her, but she wouldn't

have stopped for the world.

"Keep reading," Eric hissed in her ear. "I want

to know-"

~~~

"What happens next," Rebecca said.

"You shall," Victor assured her. "I just wanted

to make sure your bonds were tight." She was secure.

He took his place between her thighs and placed the

story on her pale belly. Victor's fingers went to her

sex and stroked softly while he read.

~~~

"'What do you recommend?' she asked, knowing full

well what he was thinking. It was an old joke of

theirs, but a good one."

Carol paused, thinking she heard something on the

other end of the phone.



"Go on," Thomas, her husband hissed. Even though

he was three states away in some dark hotel room,

Carol could feel his desire.

~~~

"'Something very sweet," he said. She smiled,

expecting him to place a little on her arm and then

kiss it. He smiled because he intended to surprise

her."

Yolanda looked at her husband. His ebony skin

glistened with sweat as he packed the dirt into the

pot. She noticed the bulge in his pants was very

prominent. She certainly had Carl's attention now.

Soon, they might have to continue the story inside,

away from the neighbor's eyes.

~~~

"He took the pitcher of lemonade and lifted it

above her head. Tipping it, he smiled as she

screamed. Only she could laugh with outrage. Only

she knew him well enough to know he did it out of

mischief."

Ursula and Xavier laughed. Xavier laughed so

hard; he lost his balance from leaning over Ursula's

shoulder to read the monitor.

"I would not think it was so funny," Ursula

warned. Her smile betrayed her.

"I'll keep that in mind," Xavier laughed. "Read

the next part before decide to take you right here."

~~~

"Right here?" Ian asked.

"Yes," Louise said. Her hand was under the

library table and her fingers were around his cock.

"You keep reading, and I'll keep going as well. No

one is watching."

Ian pulsed in her hand. "That's debatable.

Besides, who's going to clean up?"

~~~

"'I'll clean it up, I promise,' he said to her."

Ophelia shivered as Jacob did something with his mouth

on her buttocks. "He took hold of the hem of her

dress and began to lift. The dress was clinging to

her skin, soaked as it was with bad lemonade. She

thought fleetingly about the waste of lemons but she

reconciled herself with the idea that it WAS too sour.

This would be much more fun."

~~~

"Fun is good," Amy said.

"Hush," Howard said gently. Their bodies never

ceased their motion. Entwined the melded and moved as

one. Howard read from the wall where they taped the

stories. Amy clenched her thighs as he found his

place again.

~~~

"The dress pealed from her body as he lifted the

hem. She shuddered, enjoying the slow striping that

touched every part of her skin. No bra and no panties

meant she was being revealed completely by one simple

action. To him, she looked like a Goddess being

unveiled."

Geena moaned, and Scott stopped reading

temporarily. He thought this writer was good, but the

sound of his wife in pleasure was better. Geena was

sitting across from him, her fingers busy as she

masturbated on the couch.