SANOON SAREM - SECOND BITE AT THE CHERRY by Stanley Stephens


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SANOON SAREM - SECOND BITE AT THE CHERRY

Stanley Stephens


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Published by: Fiction4All
No. words: 61300
Categories: SciFi and Fantasy Erotica       General Erotica      
Published 2 / 2010
 

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SYNOPSIS

Impossible as it might sound, our space-age nymphomaniac, SANOON SAREM has somehow managed to recover her long-lost virginity!

Keeping herself in this precious condition is going to prove difficult with her background, but she embarks on a voyage on the Space Pleasure Liner GORONNE in a positive frame of mind, at least until the shagging begins.

This is another 61,000 words in the sexy saga of SANOON SAREM and how she manages to both survive and orgasm in a dangerous galaxy.

EXTRACT

Given the choice, I’d opt for a friendly tongue in preference to my own fingers any day if there was an orgasm in the offing, and I soon found myself cooing with delight as Fanno’s obviously expert tongue began to lap up and down my clitoris and attendant parts with immediate effect, her nose rubbing deliciously against my freshly shaven mound. Like a contortionist she managed to get into a position where she could extract the most out of me as I stood trembling with her head jammed between my bare thighs and her hands lightly grasping my buttocks. Unlike Leesa, I was determined to keep my eyes wide open for the duration. Another advantage of using Fanno to excite me was how I still had my hands free to caress my own breasts, and this I did unashamedly, only regretting that my high-necked gown didn’t allow me to get into contact with naked flesh. I’d hate to give the impression that I was the sort of girl who could casually and without shame appear before a group of perfect strangers and have myself brought to climax without any qualms or embarrassment, but unfortunately I’d lived the type of life where such things were, if not commonplace, at least perfectly accepted behavior. No doubt your typical patron would do his or her best to get the act over and done with smartly so they could begin to enjoy their meal, but it wasn’t in my makeup to resist any opportunity of enjoying this sort of attention and so I was in no rush to see things finish. Fanno however was a pro and had any number of tricks up her sleeve to bring her various clients to a speedy and satisfactory conclusion, it was her task after all to get the patrons into the restaurant with the minimum of fuss. I got the impression she might have been giving me some extra service however and I found myself shuddering with delight as her active and inventive tongue roamed at will through my soon sodden bits. I couldn’t be sure what experience she’d had with my particular anatomical architecture previously, but at the end of the day a clit is a clit and she certainly knew how to best tickle up a storm down there. For its part, my uninhibited knobble joined in the fun and seemed to enjoy the attention as the Gigamite’s tongue gave it its complete attention. I was already panting when she latched onto my little knob with her sharp but tiny teeth and began to chew me to fresh heights and it was all I could do to keep my balance. Producing an orgasm might have been a mere formality in order to gain access to the club, but I saw no reason why I should have to compromise in that department. In the end I was forced to grab hold of the top of Fanno’s head and ram it deeper between my legs as I thundered towards the heights. When my inevitable climax hit me I was in no mood to hold back and screamed my ecstasy at the top of my lungs, no doubt frightening several of the restaurant’s patrons in the process. I released my hold on the Gigamite who rocked back to admire the effect of her labors, a hand discreetly wiping my warm juices from her lips.

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