Rumple Foreskin
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Greetings,
This is an unpublished, 5300-word, group sex (mm/f) story that focuses on a young married couple. The twist is the extra guy has lost a leg. The wife, who has issues with her self-image, admires him but has always been uncomfortable around amputees.
The challege was to make the story hot and light enough for the average Lit reader while conveying the message that beauty is more than physical perfection.
In addition to the usual slings and arrows this story no doubt deserves, any thoughts on how well it meets that challenge, and how it might better do so, would be greatly appreciated.
Rumple Foreskin
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It's Ability That Counts
by Rumple Foreskin
Donna Faircloth was energized, turned-on and kneeling on the kitchen floor, giving her husband a surprise blowjob he’d never forget. She’d just come home with her emotions in overdrive after a daylong workshop on conducting group encounter sessions.
Clay had been replacing the cover to the overhead light fixture when she walked in. Though tall enough to do this without a stepladder, he looked like someone being held-up with his arms stretched overhead.
Donna said hello, put her purse on the counter, and reached for his zipper. The cover snapped into place moments before her mouth engulfed his cock. He looked down, his face a mixture of surprise, relief, and pleasure. “That must have been one helluva workshop.”
There was an answering nod and a grunt that sounded a bit like, “Uh, huh,” but the blowjob never stopped.
Clay leaned back against the counter, propped his big hands on the edge, and watched his wife’s short blonde hair swaying to the rhythm of her bobbing head. “You’ll have to tell me all about it, later. Oh, yes. Much, much later.”
That’s just what Donna intended. The workshop, and the incredible instructor, had left her on an emotional high that was a combination of love, happiness, and eroticism. This blowjob was her way of expressing all those feelings.
She loved going down on Clay and took pride in her skill. Learning how to deep throat had been her first anniversary present to him. She never regretted the time it took to master the technique.
Now she used that new talent to take his big cockhead into her throat. With it snugly in place, she rotated her head back and forth, letting its smooth surface rub inside the tight passage. It was a maneuver she developed on her own and something they both loved. The only problem was she liked to tease Clay and postpone his climax. But her rotating throat trick seldom failed to trigger an orgasm.
This time was no exception. With a muffled “Oh, shit!” Clay put his hands behind her head and began pumping in and out of her mouth, then up and down inside her throat. Donna wrapped her arms around his hips and hung on. From now on, she’d let nature and her husband take charge. All she wanted was to enjoy the ride.
The first blast of semen shot down her throat. Then Clay pulled out a bit so the next one filled what little space his cock didn’t already occupy in her mouth. With another thrust, he re-entered her throat and stayed there as the rest of his load emptied directly into her body.
Afterward, they sat on the old, overstuffed couch in their living room, drinking wine, cuddling, and talking about what triggered the incredible series of emotions Donna was still experiencing. “This feeling just kept growing all day. At the end of the training, we did a practice session that ended with everyone holding hands, singing and crying these happy tears. It was all so unreal. But what made it so special was, Reggie, the instructor. He’s a social worker from upstate and leads a lot of these workshops. By the end of the day it was like learning from some guru.”
Clay slipped a hand under Donna’s pullover and unsnapped her bra as she continued. “Reggie’s Italian, and has these deep dark eyes that just seem to unlock your feelings and a smile that makes you feel okay about that. But at first, the only thing I could focus on was his having lost a leg.”
“How’d that happened?” asked Clay, as he stroked one of her breasts.
“A motorcycle accident. Then there was an infection. Now he has no left leg. I mean, none. He doesn’t like to wear his prosthesis; says they’re uncomfortable and that he can get around quicker with what he has left.”
“Sounds like a guy who has his act together.” The pullover landed on the couch followed by the bra.
“Oh, he does.” Donna shook out her hair, then leaned over and nuzzled Clay’s ear. “The thing is, when I first saw him this morning, seeing his pants leg rolled up felt creepy. I know that sounds weird coming from a nurse. But being around people who’ve lost a limb has always bothered me.”
Clay stopped halfway through unzipping her jeans. “Damn good thing it’s just arms and legs, since your husband lost an eye.”
“I didn’t say it was logical. I’ve always been ashamed of feeling that way. Maybe it was because my grandfather lost both legs to diabetes. I was just a kid and never really saw it. But the way my mother and the other women talked…. Anyway, ever since then, seeing someone like that, an amputee, always triggered all those bad feelings I had about my own looks back before you came along.” She smiled, stretched, and lifted her hips, inviting him to finish undressing her.
The invitation was accepted and the jeans hit the floor. “Those feelings never made any sense.” Clay’s hand slid between Donna’s thighs. “After all, something about that cuddly brunette appealed to me.”
“I know. I know. And thanks to you, I like my body a whole more now. You gave me the self-confidence I needed to lose weight and go blonde and get that wax job. But you’re the only one who’s ever seen all of the new Donna. That’s fine, because if anyone else was involved, you know, like before we were married, I’m not sure how I’d react.”
“Well, I know how they’d react. The strong ones would faint; the weak ones keel over dead.” Clay, who had been stroking the smooth skin around Donna’s pussy, slipped a finger inside and caressed her clitoris.
“Ooh, yes. Clay Faircloth, you are so good for my ego.”
“Just telling it like it is. But what’s all this got to do with your one-legged instructor?”
Clay’s finger slipped deeper into her pussy, making speech difficult. “Well, uh, the thing is, by the end of the workshop, Reggie’s having a missing leg, ooh, it just seemed natural. I couldn’t imagine him any other way. It made him almost sexy.”
“Well, they always say it’s ability that counts.” Clay removed his finger and slowly traced the damp tip across her lips. She parted them, let him slip it inside and began to suck. Learning to accept, to enjoy, her own taste was also Clay’s doing.
He studied her face, as if trying to decide something, then removed his finger. “This Reggie sounds like a guy I’d like to meet. Want to invite him over for drinks?”
“You think he’d come?”
“Never can tell. The thing is, with the way you’re feeling, what’s going to happen if he does?”
Donna started to say something, then paused. She and Clay had often discussed a threesome. They’d done that, and a lot more, before getting married. But since then it’d just been the two of them. She’d liked that and been hesitant about opening up their marriage. But just the suggestion that they might have one tonight with Reggie was such an erotic rush she could barely breathe.
“He, he probably has something else planned. It he can come, we’ll just see what happens, I suppose. But you call. I’ve told him all about you.”
Clay reached Reggie in his hotel room. “Reggie? I’m Donna Faircloth’s one-eyed husband, Clay.” There was a pause, then Clay laughed. “Oh, I agree. Two are such a waste. Look, I wanted to thank you for sending her home throwing off her clothes and good vibes.” After another pause, he continued. “And you provide a very fine service, believe me. Anyway, she’s still glowing and I’m feeling pretty good myself. So we were wondering it you’d like to come over for drinks and to check out what you’ve done and maybe, who knows, catch some of those vibes yourself?”
There was some more talk until Clay said, “Great. Looking forward to it,” and hung up. He turned and grinned. “Your guru will be here in thirty minutes.”
Donna thought she’d faint.
Reggie arrived twenty-four minutes later. There were hugs, handshakes, and introductions. He said he loved Sangria and Clay headed for the kitchen. When he came back with three glasses of wine, Donna and Reggie were sitting together on the couch, deep in conversation.
At Clay's urging, Donna had changed into a low-cut, loose fitting, peasant dress. Except for sandals, some jewelry and perfume, she wore nothing else. By the time they were on a second round of wine, everyone was beginning to relax. Clay told how surprised, and gratified, he’d been when a very turned-on Donna came back from the session that afternoon and shared her exuberance in a most personal and enjoyable manner.
As Donna blushed, Reggie laughed and said he was glad that something good had come from the training session. "I'm just sorry I wasn't here to see the results of my work."
Though feeling a bit self-conscious, Donna admitted she’d felt swept away by the intense high. “It’s such a fantastic feeling—more than just a sexual turn-on. That's part of it, no doubt about that. But it's like every part of you is excited and you want to share that energy. So when I came home, I shared it with Clay."
"And I’m so glad you did,” said Clay. “Do you still have that feeling?"
"You bet. It's hard to describe, kinda of a warm, churning sensation. All I know is it makes me feel happy and excited and I loved sharing it with you. It was a little less intense after that, but it’s never gone away. And now, maybe it’s from talking about it with you and Reggie, but I can feel it getting stronger."
"And is wanting to share still part of the feeling?"
She hesitated, not sure about saying ‘yes’ while sitting next to Reggie. But there was no doubt about the answer. Finally, she just nodded.
Reggie gave them a knowing smile. "This has been fun, kids, but I better be leaving. I’m supposed to nurture, not get in the way of, harmonious marital relationships."
"Don't go," said Clay. The only sound in the room was the muted voice of Billie Holiday on the stereo. Reggie and Donna looked at him.
He returned their stares. "Something special happened to Donna today. I don't understand it. But I do understand it’s something she wants, maybe even needs, to share. And, well, this is new for us, but we talked about it and, if you're interested, and she hasn’t changed her mind, we'd like you to stay and be a part of what you started."
Donna bit her lower lip and looked at Clay. "Are you sure?"
"I am. What about you?"
Reggie broke in. "I suppose I should be gallant and still offer to leave. But Donna, you're just too damn cute and I'm way too horny for that. But please, for my sake, don't do this because of my leg. I’d rather leave than--"
“Oh, no.” Donna looked over at Reggie, at his angular body, the penned-up pants leg, his sensitive face with those dark, compassionate eyes. “It’s you—not your leg—you and what happened today and how I feel now.”
She turned back to her husband. “And it’s you, Clay. But there’s just been just the two of us since our wedding. And now, the idea of doing this, it’s exciting, but it’s also scary, and I don’t know what to do.”
He leaned close. "Say, yes. You know we both want this."
A look of relief crossed Donna's face. She let out her breath, gave Clay a deep kiss, then whispered, “Yes.”
After another quick kiss, she turned to her guest with a big smile. "Why Reggie, how can you talk about leaving? What kind of hostess do you think I am? Of course, I want you to stay. And I want to make you feel comfortable and right at home."
She reached over and patted the bulge in khakis. "And judging by this, I'd say you’re a little uncomfortable. So why don't you lean back and let me make you feel welcome?"
Reggie laughed and did as instructed while Donna unzipped his fly, inserted her hand and fished out a very stiff cock. Due to his missing leg, she was able to get extra close to his throbbing cock. As she began to lick the warm, hard shaft, Clay stood and asked if they'd mind his taking a few pictures of the action.
There were no objections. When Clay returned with more wine and a camera, Donna stopped licking Reggie's cock long enough to turn and take a glass. While slowly pumping Reggie's shaft with her other hand, she smiled her thanks at Clay and took a long drink.
"Thanks, I needed that.” She handed the glass back. "You better take care of this. I've got a feeling I'm going to be a little busy from now on."
"Could be,” said Clay. “But according to the paper, this is Nude Day. Seems to me it’s past time you got undressed for the occasion."
Donna’s stomach knotted with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Clay helped her stand. After a long, reassuring kiss, he turned her to face Reggie. With teasing slowness, he slipped the dress off her shoulders. Unable to meet Reggie’s stare, Donna closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on not hyperventilating.
She felt her erect nipples spring back as Clay pulled the tight, elasticized neckline over them. With the dress top bunched around her waist, there was a brief pause, then she felt it being pushed over her hips and then cascading down her legs.
There was a gasp and she opened her eyes. Reggie was staring, slack-jawed at her smooth, hairless pussy. That gasp, that stare, made all the dieting, all the exercising, even the wax job, more than worthwhile.
Clay slid his hands around Donna’s body, cupped and squeezed her breasts, then nuzzled her neck. "I'm afraid our company is being neglected and you are the hostess with the mostest."
With Clay's help, she stepped out of her dress and knelt in front of the wide-eyed Reggie. "Now where was I?" Her fingers encircled his throbbing shaft.
"Was I here?” She leaned forward and licked Reggie's flared cockhead.
"Or was I here?” This time she ran the tip of her tongue through his dark curly pubic hairs.
"Maybe I was here.” She began licking up and down the length of the swollen shaft.
Donna gave Reggie a mischievous grin, then looked over at Clay and winked. “I just can’t be sure. So maybe I better pay attention to all of him.“
The thought of seeing, touching, tasting Reggie’s nude body thrilled her. That it had only one leg was now just a minor curiosity.
The belt buckle quickly yielded to Donna’s fingers. “Are you sure?” asked Reggie. When she nodded, he ripped off his t-shirt and lifted his hips to help her remove his pants. The sight of just one leg coming out of his boxers halted her for a moment. Then she reached for the waistband and yanked.
There was no stump; just a patch of tight skin where a leg should have started. It seemed in perfect harmony with Reggie’s lean, tan, well-toned physique. “Oh, my God, your body is so beautiful.”
She looked up into his dark, kind eyes, then leaned over and gently kissed the spot. “And this is part of you, maybe part of why you’re so good at helping others. But you’re so much more.”
She kissed the spot again, then licked and nibbled her way up to his chest where, much to Reggie’s surprise, she began to suck on one of his nipples. He let out a shout and almost jumped off the couch. The sudden motion separated her mouth from his very sensitive nipple. For just a moment they looked at one another, then she straddled his remaining leg and pressed her mouth against his.
It was a long, deep, satisfying kiss. As their tongues performed a slow, liquid tango, Reggie’s hands stroked her trim, compact body before homing in on her bottom. His teeth took possession of her lower lip and she yielded willingly, running her hands through his short dark hair, pulling his face closer, letting him have even more of her.
When their mouths parted, Donna raised up, cupped a breast in each hand and offered them as a replacement for her lower lip. He accepted eagerly, sucking the creamy flesh deep into his mouth before pulling back until his teeth could capture, and then tantalize, the hard nipple.
He seemed to sense whenever the pleasure/pain threshold was approaching and would switch breasts, leaving the wet, unattended nipple throbbing impatiently while he serviced its mate. The sensations were so exquisite, so intense, she was soon on the brink of an orgasm. When a fingertip slipped between the cheeks of her bottom and touched her pussy, she rocketed far beyond the brink.
The climax claimed her body and mind. An explosion of pure sexual energy enveloped her. With a cry of animal joy she wrapped her arms around Reggie’s head and pushed her breast deeper into his mouth. Each time her passion began to ebb, he would stroke her pussy and trigger another blast of passion.
Only when the orgasms had consumed all her strength did Reggie relent and let her melt down his chest and onto the couch. She rested her head on his leg, and savored the tingling in her body.
Thanks to youth and some more wine, she soon began to revive. It was past time, she decided, for her guest to get off, but only after she got a little revenge. Like the rest of him, Reggie’s cock was long, lean, and hard. Rolling over on her stomach, Donna propped her forearms on his well-muscled leg and wrapped her lips around his dark, swollen cockhead. With one slow, erotic motion, she took it deep into the back of her mouth, then following a slight push, down her throat.
It was a comfortable position that let her contentedly suck on her prize while pushing Reggie toward that erotic brink she’d recently occupied. But each time he started to come, she ease off until he was begging for mercy.
Donna ignored his pleas, knowing this sort of teasing would increase the pleasure he felt when he did come. And she fully intended to give him some relief, sooner or later. But for the time being, she was enjoying being in control and wanted to prolong the act.
It was, she decided, time for her husband to join in the fun. As Reggie once again moaned and begged for relief, she paused. “Okay Clay, since you claim this is Nude Day, you need to get with the program. Strip big boy and sit on the other side of Reggie.”
Getting the men into the alignment she wanted involved some good-natured kidding and a bit of maneuvering. But thanks to Reggie's amputation, she was able to get the two cocks together, then cram both into her mouth and begin giving the two men simultaneous blowjobs.
Taking hold of each cock at its base, she would suck on both heads at the same time. Then she'd remove one of the cocks and pump on it with her hand while taking the other deep into her mouth. After running her lips up and down that shaft, she'd make a quick switch over to the other cock, give it equal treatment, then repeat the process.
What Donna wanted was both men to come at the same time. And she almost got her wish. Reggie was more than ready to explode. The trick was keeping him that way while getting Clay in the same condition. The latter was no challenge.
Both were soon begging for relief. Although Donna eased them back from the brink a couple of times, she knew it would be cruel to keep denying them, especially the long suffering Reggie, the orgasm both men so obviously needed. Besides, her jaw was getting tired. Her redoubled efforts produced quick results.
"Oh, yes! Oh god, yes!" It was Reggie. His body lurched up as the first blast of his salty cum surged into Donna’s mouth. Moments later, it was joined by the familiar taste of her husband’s smooth semen.
The slick cream soon filled her mouth. She struggled to swallow it all and keep both cockheads in place, but there was just too much. Despite her best efforts, cum started pouring out and was soon smeared over her face and hands.
With her fingers now coated, it became impossible to keep the slippery heads of the two writhing cocks inside her mouth. When Reggie's popped out, all Donna could do was aim the head away from her eyes.
Reggie’s stiff cock continued to jerk in her hand as it spurted cum onto her right breast. Realizing what was happening, Donna gave up trying to contain the men’s ocean of cum. She removed Clay's gushing cock from her mouth, and pointed it toward her other breast. Cum soon covered both even as more splashed against her erect, sensitive nipples.
It seemed like a long time before the force of the men's ejaculation began to subside. Donna placed the still erect cocks back in her mouth and gently sucked until the flow had stopped and the men were begging her to stop.
After Clay took a few pictures of Donna’s breasts in all their cum covered glory, she told the two men to play with themselves while she took a quick shower. After drying off, she reached for her favorite loungewear, one of Clay’s soft work shirts. Then she recalled him saying it was Nude Day and changed her mind. After redoing her make-up, she walked barefooted back into the living room wearing her engagement and wedding rings, and a smile.
The men were still naked and sitting on the couch studying Clay’s pictures. Two tall, good-looking men and, for now, both were all hers. It was an exciting thought, but reminded her that while she’d gotten off, she hadn’t gotten laid and was very horny.
Reggie was the first to notice her bare-bottom entrance. “Now that’s what I call a fashion statement.” She grinned at the compliment, then wedged in between them and tried to help decide which pictures were best. Some were hot, but nothing in comparison to how she was feeling.
“I’ll go print these,” said Clay, after the final selections were make. “You two find something to keep yourselves occupied while I’m gone.”
They promised to do their best and were soon entwined on the living room carpet in a sixty-nine. Donna loved sucking on Reggie’s cock and taking its big head deep inside her throat. But his talented, tireless tongue was an erotic wonder that made it hard to concentrate and quickly brought her to a shattering climax.
Before she had time to recover, Reggie rolled her off him and onto her back. The glint in his eyes left no doubt what he wanted. She smiled, spread her legs and helped him get in position between them, then guided his hard cock toward her well-licked pussy. With one powerful thrust, the entire length plunged into Donna’s body. It felt so good, and soon had her speeding toward another climax.
Reggie drove into her with deep, violent thrusts. As her orgasm struck, she shuddered, wrapped her arms around his body and arched her hips up to meet him. Seconds later, she heard a groan and felt warm cum filling her pussy.
Later, everyone agreed that a real threesome was mandatory if they wanted to share Donna's energy to the fullest. After a little discussion, Reggie stretched out on the floor while Donna knelt between his legs and began sucking on his limp cock. Clay, who’d had more time to recover, moved in behind her and began fucking her doggie style.
It wasn't long before Reggie was again rock hard and ready. Meanwhile, Donna felt soft and yielding and every bit as ready. This was due in no small part to Clay's big, driving cock which had already triggered a powerful climax and was now pushing her toward another one.
It was great, and left her flushed, trembling, and anxious for more. Donna scooted forward until she was straddling Reggie’s waist, then she slipped her pussy over the big cockhead and slid down his long cock.
While all this was going on, Clay slipped a cum-coated finger into her tight anus. Taking his time, he stretched the tiny opening wide enough to receive three fingers. All the while, Donna and Reggie continued to fuck.
Although Clay had taught her a lot, she had introduced him to anal sex. He’d been a quick study and she trusted him completely. To now feel his fingers pushing against Reggie's cock was mind-blowing.
The thought of what would soon happen was both exciting and scary. Taking two men at the same time, one in her pussy, the other in her bottom, was something she’d always wanted to try. But with it now about to become a reality, the nurse in her worried something might go wrong.
There was more pain than usual when Clay first entered her. But once he was inside, it was all pleasure. After some trial and error, the three lovers became as one, with the two men alternating their strokes so that a hard cock was always plunging deep inside Donna.
The pace gradually picked up until the men were pounding into her with fast, powerful strokes. The feel of two hard cocks slamming in and out of her body trigger wave after wave of sexual pleasure. She responded with one shattering orgasm after another.
All sense of time was lost. For the three of them, there was no place but this room, this floor, and this lover’s knot. Through her erotic haze, Donna could feel the two cock filling her body, thrusting back and forth.
Reggie’s eyes were closed; his mouth open. She kissed him, and they began slipping their tongues in and out of each other’s mouth in perfect rhythm to his thrusts.
Clay shifted. The new position let him drive even further inside her. It felt fantastic and she pushed back in response. Her reward was a deep groan. With one last, furious thrust, Clay reached new depths in her bowels before filling it with his hot cum.
When they separated a few minutes later, Donna realized Reggie hadn't come. "I thought you came when Clay did," she said, staring at Reggie's stiff member.
"Afraid not. But I enjoyed it all the same. That might be as close as I’ll ever get to what you and Clay were doing. It's something I've always wanted to try. But with only one leg, just getting in position would be a challenge, not to mention staying there. That’s assuming, of course, I ever found someone willing to try it with me."
That was all Donna and Clay needed. She said if they could figure out a way, she'd be more than willing to provide the means. After some discussion, they decided if Donna leaned over the couch seat, some chairs could be arranged in such a way Reggie could support himself while kneeling behind and, most importantly, driving his still hard cock into her willing ass.
Once everyone was in position, Reggie carefully placed the tip his big cockhead against Donna’s stretched and well-lubricated opening. Assured she was ready, he entered her with a gentle push. After pausing to savor the feeling, he caressed and spread the cheeks of her bottom and then slowly shoved his cock in deeper and deeper, taking his time, enjoying the new experience.
When the last of his long shaft had vanished into Donna’s bottom, Reggie paused and watched her sucking on Clay’s limp cock. It made him smile. “Thank you Donna, you and Clay. Thanks for both for giving me my fantasy.”
The young couple looked at Reggie. “No thanks needed,” said Clay.
“That’s right,” said Donna, whose face looked flushed, and very happy. “You’re giving us our fantasy.”
She turned her head back around sucked the full length of Clay’s limber cock into her mouth while squeezing on the hard one of Reggie. Both men groaned with pleasure. Shifting his position slightly, Reggie began pumping in and out. At first he used short, slow, careful strokes, but was soon pounding away with rapid, energetic thrusts.
As Donna continued to suck Clay's dick back to life, she grunted with pleasure as Reggie kept up his assault. And it was surprising just how good that assault felt, especially after having Clay’s thicker shaft back there while Reggie was in her pussy.
But Reggie's energetic efforts soon had her on the verge of yet another climax. By now, Clay’s cock was fully erect and ready for service for servicing. But Donna knew it wasn’t safe to keep it between her teeth. Reluctantly, she let the hard cock slip from between her lips, as her stomach churned with excitement and her body shook from Reggie’s thrusts. He began breathing heavily, then just as the orgasm flashed through her body, he made one last lunge and began adding his cum to that left by her husband.
It seemed like a long time before his body quit shuddering and he slumped down to the floor in spent, satisfied, exhaustion. At first, Donna remained motionless, enjoying the tingling sensation in her rear. Then she looked up and smiled at Clay before turning her head around to check on Reggie.
For just a moment they all looked at one another, then Reggie smiled at Clay. "I've done all I can do. Hell, I've done more than I can do and everything I ever wanted to do. So I guess it's up to you to finish her off, pardner. If y’all like, I'll be glad to take pictures of the two of you getting’ it on."
Donna and Clay laughed and agreed. Reggie took photos while they made love. They took turns going down on one another then got into a sixty-nine. Next Donna rode Clay until she climaxed before they finished off with a glorious missionary style fuck. In the end, Donna's legs were resting on Clay's shoulders as he drove his cock into her with deep, hard thrusts.
The orgasm caught Donna by surprise. She let out a cry of release and pleasure as her pussy clamped around Clay's shaft and her juices flooded over his balls. That triggered Clay's own orgasm. With a last mighty lunge, he hammered into Donna. She arched up to meet him. The hard, unyielding cock slammed into her throbbing pussy and a last load of semen exploded into her trembling body.
They cleaned-up and dressed, then exchanged phone numbers and talked about the next time Reggie would be in town. Clay suggested that, as a going away present, he take a last photo of Donna and Reggie that might be a bit suggestive but still suitable for public viewing.
The result was a sensuous shot of a shirtless Reggie sitting on the couch with Donna in her peasant dress stretched out on her back beside him. Her legs and shoulders were bare; her head rested in his lap. On her face was a very contended smile.
Two copies were printed. On Reggie’s, Donna signed, "It really is ability that counts. Thanks for a Nude Day I’ll never forget."
This is an unpublished, 5300-word, group sex (mm/f) story that focuses on a young married couple. The twist is the extra guy has lost a leg. The wife, who has issues with her self-image, admires him but has always been uncomfortable around amputees.
The challege was to make the story hot and light enough for the average Lit reader while conveying the message that beauty is more than physical perfection.
In addition to the usual slings and arrows this story no doubt deserves, any thoughts on how well it meets that challenge, and how it might better do so, would be greatly appreciated.
Rumple Foreskin
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It's Ability That Counts
by Rumple Foreskin
Donna Faircloth was energized, turned-on and kneeling on the kitchen floor, giving her husband a surprise blowjob he’d never forget. She’d just come home with her emotions in overdrive after a daylong workshop on conducting group encounter sessions.
Clay had been replacing the cover to the overhead light fixture when she walked in. Though tall enough to do this without a stepladder, he looked like someone being held-up with his arms stretched overhead.
Donna said hello, put her purse on the counter, and reached for his zipper. The cover snapped into place moments before her mouth engulfed his cock. He looked down, his face a mixture of surprise, relief, and pleasure. “That must have been one helluva workshop.”
There was an answering nod and a grunt that sounded a bit like, “Uh, huh,” but the blowjob never stopped.
Clay leaned back against the counter, propped his big hands on the edge, and watched his wife’s short blonde hair swaying to the rhythm of her bobbing head. “You’ll have to tell me all about it, later. Oh, yes. Much, much later.”
That’s just what Donna intended. The workshop, and the incredible instructor, had left her on an emotional high that was a combination of love, happiness, and eroticism. This blowjob was her way of expressing all those feelings.
She loved going down on Clay and took pride in her skill. Learning how to deep throat had been her first anniversary present to him. She never regretted the time it took to master the technique.
Now she used that new talent to take his big cockhead into her throat. With it snugly in place, she rotated her head back and forth, letting its smooth surface rub inside the tight passage. It was a maneuver she developed on her own and something they both loved. The only problem was she liked to tease Clay and postpone his climax. But her rotating throat trick seldom failed to trigger an orgasm.
This time was no exception. With a muffled “Oh, shit!” Clay put his hands behind her head and began pumping in and out of her mouth, then up and down inside her throat. Donna wrapped her arms around his hips and hung on. From now on, she’d let nature and her husband take charge. All she wanted was to enjoy the ride.
The first blast of semen shot down her throat. Then Clay pulled out a bit so the next one filled what little space his cock didn’t already occupy in her mouth. With another thrust, he re-entered her throat and stayed there as the rest of his load emptied directly into her body.
Afterward, they sat on the old, overstuffed couch in their living room, drinking wine, cuddling, and talking about what triggered the incredible series of emotions Donna was still experiencing. “This feeling just kept growing all day. At the end of the training, we did a practice session that ended with everyone holding hands, singing and crying these happy tears. It was all so unreal. But what made it so special was, Reggie, the instructor. He’s a social worker from upstate and leads a lot of these workshops. By the end of the day it was like learning from some guru.”
Clay slipped a hand under Donna’s pullover and unsnapped her bra as she continued. “Reggie’s Italian, and has these deep dark eyes that just seem to unlock your feelings and a smile that makes you feel okay about that. But at first, the only thing I could focus on was his having lost a leg.”
“How’d that happened?” asked Clay, as he stroked one of her breasts.
“A motorcycle accident. Then there was an infection. Now he has no left leg. I mean, none. He doesn’t like to wear his prosthesis; says they’re uncomfortable and that he can get around quicker with what he has left.”
“Sounds like a guy who has his act together.” The pullover landed on the couch followed by the bra.
“Oh, he does.” Donna shook out her hair, then leaned over and nuzzled Clay’s ear. “The thing is, when I first saw him this morning, seeing his pants leg rolled up felt creepy. I know that sounds weird coming from a nurse. But being around people who’ve lost a limb has always bothered me.”
Clay stopped halfway through unzipping her jeans. “Damn good thing it’s just arms and legs, since your husband lost an eye.”
“I didn’t say it was logical. I’ve always been ashamed of feeling that way. Maybe it was because my grandfather lost both legs to diabetes. I was just a kid and never really saw it. But the way my mother and the other women talked…. Anyway, ever since then, seeing someone like that, an amputee, always triggered all those bad feelings I had about my own looks back before you came along.” She smiled, stretched, and lifted her hips, inviting him to finish undressing her.
The invitation was accepted and the jeans hit the floor. “Those feelings never made any sense.” Clay’s hand slid between Donna’s thighs. “After all, something about that cuddly brunette appealed to me.”
“I know. I know. And thanks to you, I like my body a whole more now. You gave me the self-confidence I needed to lose weight and go blonde and get that wax job. But you’re the only one who’s ever seen all of the new Donna. That’s fine, because if anyone else was involved, you know, like before we were married, I’m not sure how I’d react.”
“Well, I know how they’d react. The strong ones would faint; the weak ones keel over dead.” Clay, who had been stroking the smooth skin around Donna’s pussy, slipped a finger inside and caressed her clitoris.
“Ooh, yes. Clay Faircloth, you are so good for my ego.”
“Just telling it like it is. But what’s all this got to do with your one-legged instructor?”
Clay’s finger slipped deeper into her pussy, making speech difficult. “Well, uh, the thing is, by the end of the workshop, Reggie’s having a missing leg, ooh, it just seemed natural. I couldn’t imagine him any other way. It made him almost sexy.”
“Well, they always say it’s ability that counts.” Clay removed his finger and slowly traced the damp tip across her lips. She parted them, let him slip it inside and began to suck. Learning to accept, to enjoy, her own taste was also Clay’s doing.
He studied her face, as if trying to decide something, then removed his finger. “This Reggie sounds like a guy I’d like to meet. Want to invite him over for drinks?”
“You think he’d come?”
“Never can tell. The thing is, with the way you’re feeling, what’s going to happen if he does?”
Donna started to say something, then paused. She and Clay had often discussed a threesome. They’d done that, and a lot more, before getting married. But since then it’d just been the two of them. She’d liked that and been hesitant about opening up their marriage. But just the suggestion that they might have one tonight with Reggie was such an erotic rush she could barely breathe.
“He, he probably has something else planned. It he can come, we’ll just see what happens, I suppose. But you call. I’ve told him all about you.”
Clay reached Reggie in his hotel room. “Reggie? I’m Donna Faircloth’s one-eyed husband, Clay.” There was a pause, then Clay laughed. “Oh, I agree. Two are such a waste. Look, I wanted to thank you for sending her home throwing off her clothes and good vibes.” After another pause, he continued. “And you provide a very fine service, believe me. Anyway, she’s still glowing and I’m feeling pretty good myself. So we were wondering it you’d like to come over for drinks and to check out what you’ve done and maybe, who knows, catch some of those vibes yourself?”
There was some more talk until Clay said, “Great. Looking forward to it,” and hung up. He turned and grinned. “Your guru will be here in thirty minutes.”
Donna thought she’d faint.
Reggie arrived twenty-four minutes later. There were hugs, handshakes, and introductions. He said he loved Sangria and Clay headed for the kitchen. When he came back with three glasses of wine, Donna and Reggie were sitting together on the couch, deep in conversation.
At Clay's urging, Donna had changed into a low-cut, loose fitting, peasant dress. Except for sandals, some jewelry and perfume, she wore nothing else. By the time they were on a second round of wine, everyone was beginning to relax. Clay told how surprised, and gratified, he’d been when a very turned-on Donna came back from the session that afternoon and shared her exuberance in a most personal and enjoyable manner.
As Donna blushed, Reggie laughed and said he was glad that something good had come from the training session. "I'm just sorry I wasn't here to see the results of my work."
Though feeling a bit self-conscious, Donna admitted she’d felt swept away by the intense high. “It’s such a fantastic feeling—more than just a sexual turn-on. That's part of it, no doubt about that. But it's like every part of you is excited and you want to share that energy. So when I came home, I shared it with Clay."
"And I’m so glad you did,” said Clay. “Do you still have that feeling?"
"You bet. It's hard to describe, kinda of a warm, churning sensation. All I know is it makes me feel happy and excited and I loved sharing it with you. It was a little less intense after that, but it’s never gone away. And now, maybe it’s from talking about it with you and Reggie, but I can feel it getting stronger."
"And is wanting to share still part of the feeling?"
She hesitated, not sure about saying ‘yes’ while sitting next to Reggie. But there was no doubt about the answer. Finally, she just nodded.
Reggie gave them a knowing smile. "This has been fun, kids, but I better be leaving. I’m supposed to nurture, not get in the way of, harmonious marital relationships."
"Don't go," said Clay. The only sound in the room was the muted voice of Billie Holiday on the stereo. Reggie and Donna looked at him.
He returned their stares. "Something special happened to Donna today. I don't understand it. But I do understand it’s something she wants, maybe even needs, to share. And, well, this is new for us, but we talked about it and, if you're interested, and she hasn’t changed her mind, we'd like you to stay and be a part of what you started."
Donna bit her lower lip and looked at Clay. "Are you sure?"
"I am. What about you?"
Reggie broke in. "I suppose I should be gallant and still offer to leave. But Donna, you're just too damn cute and I'm way too horny for that. But please, for my sake, don't do this because of my leg. I’d rather leave than--"
“Oh, no.” Donna looked over at Reggie, at his angular body, the penned-up pants leg, his sensitive face with those dark, compassionate eyes. “It’s you—not your leg—you and what happened today and how I feel now.”
She turned back to her husband. “And it’s you, Clay. But there’s just been just the two of us since our wedding. And now, the idea of doing this, it’s exciting, but it’s also scary, and I don’t know what to do.”
He leaned close. "Say, yes. You know we both want this."
A look of relief crossed Donna's face. She let out her breath, gave Clay a deep kiss, then whispered, “Yes.”
After another quick kiss, she turned to her guest with a big smile. "Why Reggie, how can you talk about leaving? What kind of hostess do you think I am? Of course, I want you to stay. And I want to make you feel comfortable and right at home."
She reached over and patted the bulge in khakis. "And judging by this, I'd say you’re a little uncomfortable. So why don't you lean back and let me make you feel welcome?"
Reggie laughed and did as instructed while Donna unzipped his fly, inserted her hand and fished out a very stiff cock. Due to his missing leg, she was able to get extra close to his throbbing cock. As she began to lick the warm, hard shaft, Clay stood and asked if they'd mind his taking a few pictures of the action.
There were no objections. When Clay returned with more wine and a camera, Donna stopped licking Reggie's cock long enough to turn and take a glass. While slowly pumping Reggie's shaft with her other hand, she smiled her thanks at Clay and took a long drink.
"Thanks, I needed that.” She handed the glass back. "You better take care of this. I've got a feeling I'm going to be a little busy from now on."
"Could be,” said Clay. “But according to the paper, this is Nude Day. Seems to me it’s past time you got undressed for the occasion."
Donna’s stomach knotted with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Clay helped her stand. After a long, reassuring kiss, he turned her to face Reggie. With teasing slowness, he slipped the dress off her shoulders. Unable to meet Reggie’s stare, Donna closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on not hyperventilating.
She felt her erect nipples spring back as Clay pulled the tight, elasticized neckline over them. With the dress top bunched around her waist, there was a brief pause, then she felt it being pushed over her hips and then cascading down her legs.
There was a gasp and she opened her eyes. Reggie was staring, slack-jawed at her smooth, hairless pussy. That gasp, that stare, made all the dieting, all the exercising, even the wax job, more than worthwhile.
Clay slid his hands around Donna’s body, cupped and squeezed her breasts, then nuzzled her neck. "I'm afraid our company is being neglected and you are the hostess with the mostest."
With Clay's help, she stepped out of her dress and knelt in front of the wide-eyed Reggie. "Now where was I?" Her fingers encircled his throbbing shaft.
"Was I here?” She leaned forward and licked Reggie's flared cockhead.
"Or was I here?” This time she ran the tip of her tongue through his dark curly pubic hairs.
"Maybe I was here.” She began licking up and down the length of the swollen shaft.
Donna gave Reggie a mischievous grin, then looked over at Clay and winked. “I just can’t be sure. So maybe I better pay attention to all of him.“
The thought of seeing, touching, tasting Reggie’s nude body thrilled her. That it had only one leg was now just a minor curiosity.
The belt buckle quickly yielded to Donna’s fingers. “Are you sure?” asked Reggie. When she nodded, he ripped off his t-shirt and lifted his hips to help her remove his pants. The sight of just one leg coming out of his boxers halted her for a moment. Then she reached for the waistband and yanked.
There was no stump; just a patch of tight skin where a leg should have started. It seemed in perfect harmony with Reggie’s lean, tan, well-toned physique. “Oh, my God, your body is so beautiful.”
She looked up into his dark, kind eyes, then leaned over and gently kissed the spot. “And this is part of you, maybe part of why you’re so good at helping others. But you’re so much more.”
She kissed the spot again, then licked and nibbled her way up to his chest where, much to Reggie’s surprise, she began to suck on one of his nipples. He let out a shout and almost jumped off the couch. The sudden motion separated her mouth from his very sensitive nipple. For just a moment they looked at one another, then she straddled his remaining leg and pressed her mouth against his.
It was a long, deep, satisfying kiss. As their tongues performed a slow, liquid tango, Reggie’s hands stroked her trim, compact body before homing in on her bottom. His teeth took possession of her lower lip and she yielded willingly, running her hands through his short dark hair, pulling his face closer, letting him have even more of her.
When their mouths parted, Donna raised up, cupped a breast in each hand and offered them as a replacement for her lower lip. He accepted eagerly, sucking the creamy flesh deep into his mouth before pulling back until his teeth could capture, and then tantalize, the hard nipple.
He seemed to sense whenever the pleasure/pain threshold was approaching and would switch breasts, leaving the wet, unattended nipple throbbing impatiently while he serviced its mate. The sensations were so exquisite, so intense, she was soon on the brink of an orgasm. When a fingertip slipped between the cheeks of her bottom and touched her pussy, she rocketed far beyond the brink.
The climax claimed her body and mind. An explosion of pure sexual energy enveloped her. With a cry of animal joy she wrapped her arms around Reggie’s head and pushed her breast deeper into his mouth. Each time her passion began to ebb, he would stroke her pussy and trigger another blast of passion.
Only when the orgasms had consumed all her strength did Reggie relent and let her melt down his chest and onto the couch. She rested her head on his leg, and savored the tingling in her body.
Thanks to youth and some more wine, she soon began to revive. It was past time, she decided, for her guest to get off, but only after she got a little revenge. Like the rest of him, Reggie’s cock was long, lean, and hard. Rolling over on her stomach, Donna propped her forearms on his well-muscled leg and wrapped her lips around his dark, swollen cockhead. With one slow, erotic motion, she took it deep into the back of her mouth, then following a slight push, down her throat.
It was a comfortable position that let her contentedly suck on her prize while pushing Reggie toward that erotic brink she’d recently occupied. But each time he started to come, she ease off until he was begging for mercy.
Donna ignored his pleas, knowing this sort of teasing would increase the pleasure he felt when he did come. And she fully intended to give him some relief, sooner or later. But for the time being, she was enjoying being in control and wanted to prolong the act.
It was, she decided, time for her husband to join in the fun. As Reggie once again moaned and begged for relief, she paused. “Okay Clay, since you claim this is Nude Day, you need to get with the program. Strip big boy and sit on the other side of Reggie.”
Getting the men into the alignment she wanted involved some good-natured kidding and a bit of maneuvering. But thanks to Reggie's amputation, she was able to get the two cocks together, then cram both into her mouth and begin giving the two men simultaneous blowjobs.
Taking hold of each cock at its base, she would suck on both heads at the same time. Then she'd remove one of the cocks and pump on it with her hand while taking the other deep into her mouth. After running her lips up and down that shaft, she'd make a quick switch over to the other cock, give it equal treatment, then repeat the process.
What Donna wanted was both men to come at the same time. And she almost got her wish. Reggie was more than ready to explode. The trick was keeping him that way while getting Clay in the same condition. The latter was no challenge.
Both were soon begging for relief. Although Donna eased them back from the brink a couple of times, she knew it would be cruel to keep denying them, especially the long suffering Reggie, the orgasm both men so obviously needed. Besides, her jaw was getting tired. Her redoubled efforts produced quick results.
"Oh, yes! Oh god, yes!" It was Reggie. His body lurched up as the first blast of his salty cum surged into Donna’s mouth. Moments later, it was joined by the familiar taste of her husband’s smooth semen.
The slick cream soon filled her mouth. She struggled to swallow it all and keep both cockheads in place, but there was just too much. Despite her best efforts, cum started pouring out and was soon smeared over her face and hands.
With her fingers now coated, it became impossible to keep the slippery heads of the two writhing cocks inside her mouth. When Reggie's popped out, all Donna could do was aim the head away from her eyes.
Reggie’s stiff cock continued to jerk in her hand as it spurted cum onto her right breast. Realizing what was happening, Donna gave up trying to contain the men’s ocean of cum. She removed Clay's gushing cock from her mouth, and pointed it toward her other breast. Cum soon covered both even as more splashed against her erect, sensitive nipples.
It seemed like a long time before the force of the men's ejaculation began to subside. Donna placed the still erect cocks back in her mouth and gently sucked until the flow had stopped and the men were begging her to stop.
After Clay took a few pictures of Donna’s breasts in all their cum covered glory, she told the two men to play with themselves while she took a quick shower. After drying off, she reached for her favorite loungewear, one of Clay’s soft work shirts. Then she recalled him saying it was Nude Day and changed her mind. After redoing her make-up, she walked barefooted back into the living room wearing her engagement and wedding rings, and a smile.
The men were still naked and sitting on the couch studying Clay’s pictures. Two tall, good-looking men and, for now, both were all hers. It was an exciting thought, but reminded her that while she’d gotten off, she hadn’t gotten laid and was very horny.
Reggie was the first to notice her bare-bottom entrance. “Now that’s what I call a fashion statement.” She grinned at the compliment, then wedged in between them and tried to help decide which pictures were best. Some were hot, but nothing in comparison to how she was feeling.
“I’ll go print these,” said Clay, after the final selections were make. “You two find something to keep yourselves occupied while I’m gone.”
They promised to do their best and were soon entwined on the living room carpet in a sixty-nine. Donna loved sucking on Reggie’s cock and taking its big head deep inside her throat. But his talented, tireless tongue was an erotic wonder that made it hard to concentrate and quickly brought her to a shattering climax.
Before she had time to recover, Reggie rolled her off him and onto her back. The glint in his eyes left no doubt what he wanted. She smiled, spread her legs and helped him get in position between them, then guided his hard cock toward her well-licked pussy. With one powerful thrust, the entire length plunged into Donna’s body. It felt so good, and soon had her speeding toward another climax.
Reggie drove into her with deep, violent thrusts. As her orgasm struck, she shuddered, wrapped her arms around his body and arched her hips up to meet him. Seconds later, she heard a groan and felt warm cum filling her pussy.
Later, everyone agreed that a real threesome was mandatory if they wanted to share Donna's energy to the fullest. After a little discussion, Reggie stretched out on the floor while Donna knelt between his legs and began sucking on his limp cock. Clay, who’d had more time to recover, moved in behind her and began fucking her doggie style.
It wasn't long before Reggie was again rock hard and ready. Meanwhile, Donna felt soft and yielding and every bit as ready. This was due in no small part to Clay's big, driving cock which had already triggered a powerful climax and was now pushing her toward another one.
It was great, and left her flushed, trembling, and anxious for more. Donna scooted forward until she was straddling Reggie’s waist, then she slipped her pussy over the big cockhead and slid down his long cock.
While all this was going on, Clay slipped a cum-coated finger into her tight anus. Taking his time, he stretched the tiny opening wide enough to receive three fingers. All the while, Donna and Reggie continued to fuck.
Although Clay had taught her a lot, she had introduced him to anal sex. He’d been a quick study and she trusted him completely. To now feel his fingers pushing against Reggie's cock was mind-blowing.
The thought of what would soon happen was both exciting and scary. Taking two men at the same time, one in her pussy, the other in her bottom, was something she’d always wanted to try. But with it now about to become a reality, the nurse in her worried something might go wrong.
There was more pain than usual when Clay first entered her. But once he was inside, it was all pleasure. After some trial and error, the three lovers became as one, with the two men alternating their strokes so that a hard cock was always plunging deep inside Donna.
The pace gradually picked up until the men were pounding into her with fast, powerful strokes. The feel of two hard cocks slamming in and out of her body trigger wave after wave of sexual pleasure. She responded with one shattering orgasm after another.
All sense of time was lost. For the three of them, there was no place but this room, this floor, and this lover’s knot. Through her erotic haze, Donna could feel the two cock filling her body, thrusting back and forth.
Reggie’s eyes were closed; his mouth open. She kissed him, and they began slipping their tongues in and out of each other’s mouth in perfect rhythm to his thrusts.
Clay shifted. The new position let him drive even further inside her. It felt fantastic and she pushed back in response. Her reward was a deep groan. With one last, furious thrust, Clay reached new depths in her bowels before filling it with his hot cum.
When they separated a few minutes later, Donna realized Reggie hadn't come. "I thought you came when Clay did," she said, staring at Reggie's stiff member.
"Afraid not. But I enjoyed it all the same. That might be as close as I’ll ever get to what you and Clay were doing. It's something I've always wanted to try. But with only one leg, just getting in position would be a challenge, not to mention staying there. That’s assuming, of course, I ever found someone willing to try it with me."
That was all Donna and Clay needed. She said if they could figure out a way, she'd be more than willing to provide the means. After some discussion, they decided if Donna leaned over the couch seat, some chairs could be arranged in such a way Reggie could support himself while kneeling behind and, most importantly, driving his still hard cock into her willing ass.
Once everyone was in position, Reggie carefully placed the tip his big cockhead against Donna’s stretched and well-lubricated opening. Assured she was ready, he entered her with a gentle push. After pausing to savor the feeling, he caressed and spread the cheeks of her bottom and then slowly shoved his cock in deeper and deeper, taking his time, enjoying the new experience.
When the last of his long shaft had vanished into Donna’s bottom, Reggie paused and watched her sucking on Clay’s limp cock. It made him smile. “Thank you Donna, you and Clay. Thanks for both for giving me my fantasy.”
The young couple looked at Reggie. “No thanks needed,” said Clay.
“That’s right,” said Donna, whose face looked flushed, and very happy. “You’re giving us our fantasy.”
She turned her head back around sucked the full length of Clay’s limber cock into her mouth while squeezing on the hard one of Reggie. Both men groaned with pleasure. Shifting his position slightly, Reggie began pumping in and out. At first he used short, slow, careful strokes, but was soon pounding away with rapid, energetic thrusts.
As Donna continued to suck Clay's dick back to life, she grunted with pleasure as Reggie kept up his assault. And it was surprising just how good that assault felt, especially after having Clay’s thicker shaft back there while Reggie was in her pussy.
But Reggie's energetic efforts soon had her on the verge of yet another climax. By now, Clay’s cock was fully erect and ready for service for servicing. But Donna knew it wasn’t safe to keep it between her teeth. Reluctantly, she let the hard cock slip from between her lips, as her stomach churned with excitement and her body shook from Reggie’s thrusts. He began breathing heavily, then just as the orgasm flashed through her body, he made one last lunge and began adding his cum to that left by her husband.
It seemed like a long time before his body quit shuddering and he slumped down to the floor in spent, satisfied, exhaustion. At first, Donna remained motionless, enjoying the tingling sensation in her rear. Then she looked up and smiled at Clay before turning her head around to check on Reggie.
For just a moment they all looked at one another, then Reggie smiled at Clay. "I've done all I can do. Hell, I've done more than I can do and everything I ever wanted to do. So I guess it's up to you to finish her off, pardner. If y’all like, I'll be glad to take pictures of the two of you getting’ it on."
Donna and Clay laughed and agreed. Reggie took photos while they made love. They took turns going down on one another then got into a sixty-nine. Next Donna rode Clay until she climaxed before they finished off with a glorious missionary style fuck. In the end, Donna's legs were resting on Clay's shoulders as he drove his cock into her with deep, hard thrusts.
The orgasm caught Donna by surprise. She let out a cry of release and pleasure as her pussy clamped around Clay's shaft and her juices flooded over his balls. That triggered Clay's own orgasm. With a last mighty lunge, he hammered into Donna. She arched up to meet him. The hard, unyielding cock slammed into her throbbing pussy and a last load of semen exploded into her trembling body.
They cleaned-up and dressed, then exchanged phone numbers and talked about the next time Reggie would be in town. Clay suggested that, as a going away present, he take a last photo of Donna and Reggie that might be a bit suggestive but still suitable for public viewing.
The result was a sensuous shot of a shirtless Reggie sitting on the couch with Donna in her peasant dress stretched out on her back beside him. Her legs and shoulders were bare; her head rested in his lap. On her face was a very contended smile.
Two copies were printed. On Reggie’s, Donna signed, "It really is ability that counts. Thanks for a Nude Day I’ll never forget."
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