Club Crosstail

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Unrelenting desire.. repetitive.. sick, were it not for it's gender.. addictive.. within the confines of empty contact lays the crosstail. The manifestations of two minds. The desperate breaths of mouth and womb. The mystery of wasted efforts, unwasted. Made real. Made born. Made purposeful and unmasturbatory. As whimsical as an amateur businessman's trend, for it's character was the same, and as complex as the soul. Between his face and her unrelenting love was building a fog.. a concentration.. a myst like worm of spirit that at one end touched the bottom of his throat and at the other wrapped itself around her inside walls of her vagina, a bridge. And did something.. something they never forget. Something they made into an organization secret, and just for women.

"It takes a long time." She explained. "But it does come. And when it comes it's the most beautiful thing you'll ever experience." "A high?" She asked. "No! Real!" And she pulled like she were prying loose iron bars her hips from between her contact and that man's poor mouth. "Look!" And leaning down bewildered, there it was.. "Oh my God! There's something there!" But never a missed opportunity passed up. Never a chance to be free turned away! The man screamed! A scream.. a howl that chilled the spine.. that she immediately wrapped back up and hid away. "It's beautiful.." She whispered, sinking back over his face.

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"HAHAhahahahaha.." Jessica laughed. "Shutup." "You got club femdom. You got club femdom!" She said childlike, teasing him. "I hate this job." "What's to hate? It's every geeks fantasy. A bunch of rich women kidnapping men and raping them? What guy in the whole world didn't dream about that once?" "I know I did." "So?" She said, nodding her head in a sexy way. "Let your imagination run wild. The rest of us are working on Gorelock the Raunch king. The god damned prince of the cockroach world. But not you.." "Oh please.." And she was quiet, stopping at a stop light. "Have you got anything?" "Oh sure. Recipes.. South American imports.. and a fucking guy who thinks he's some kind of satanist. What's not to have?" "Recipes?" "Yah.. They go on a diet. It's pretty weird.." "What like seaweed?" "Weeds yes.. seas no." "When you're done with it give me a copy of it will ya? I'm packing on the pounds in my hips." "I'll be sure to." "Hahahahahaha..." And the cruiser drove off leaving Jerry by the side of the road. "I hate this job.." He mumbled watching her drive away. Then he pulled out his notebook and read an address. '1231 East Carn Street.'

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Her mouth never closed, and she was salivating.. just watching. The musculature on the outside alone was so fascinating. The way she moved. An exercise of muscles that she didn't know women had. It was hot and juicy and jelloey. Even though she was a very lean and fit woman. Very little fat on her naked body.. But over top of his face her vagina seemed to be struggling with an internal battle all it's own. Unique.. And she wiped clean a trail of spit that rolled down from the corner of her mouth. Around the edges was secretion of a darker color. She recognized it being like her own. A soft seel that she'd press and squeeze out juice around the end of his nose.. around his cheek. And the vagina'd wiggle and squirm over top of him like it had hold of something that drove it crazy. "He's dieing." "Oh yes.. Yes!" And the onlooker squealed in empathy. It was giving her an orgasm just watching..

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Jerry knocked at the door and there was no answer. "Mr. Berg? Hello?" And he knocked hard again. "Police. Hello?"

"There's someone at the door!" She yelled a whisper. "Get off!" "No!" And she pushed her on the floor. "Get off!" And she reached for a rag and started wiping off his face of her spit. Lori, on the floor, was deep in trance. Confused.. And Patricia began slapping the man's face. "Hey! Wake up! Nick! Wake up!" "Huh?" "There's someone at the door.."

"Mr. Berg? Open up! Police!" And the door slowly squeaked open. "Yes?"

Jerry noticed the man's color. "Are you ok, Mr. Berg?" "Huh? Yah yah.. I'm fine. What can I do for you?" "May I come in?" "Sure." And Nick pretended a laugh while he tied shut his robe. "Just woke up." "It's two o'clock in the afternoon." "Yah I know.. Worked late last nite.." And Nick, dizzy, put a hand to his forehead. "You sure you're ok?" "Yah. What do you want?" "Just like to ask you some questions." "About what?"