“Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?”
--Jack Nicholson, Batman, 1989

Jenny had been browsing Craigslist for nearly an hour. She stood 5’8, and with a proportionate body frame and features, including a set of 36C breasts which she had been told were to die for, she considered herself a truly sexual being, if not damn near close to being a full blown nymphomaniac. Her boyfriend Frank was going to be getting out of jail today, and she hoped to surprise him with something incredible in the bedroom, that being her purpose of browsing the web at this time. He had always talked about how much he wanted to see her get it on with another woman, but she knew he wouldn’t be satisfied doing just that; he wanted to do what every man’s fantasy is: fuck two hot women at the same time.

They were a very adventurous pair sexually speaking, and she had always been willing to go the distance to please Frank when it came to sex. However, although they never had children, after two and a half years together, the spice had gone out of their sex life. Jenny secretly blamed it on Frank’s reserved nature and shyness about switching up the routine, with Frank placing the blame on Jenny’s codeine habit, which usually left her unable to climax.
It had started out as any normal day. She woke up with her panties completely soaked from the night before, as the result of a wet dream, leaving her sexually charged right from the get go. She had fallen asleep during the opening scene of the Shawshank Redemption and awoke to the sound of the DVD opening menu on repeat. In no particular hurry to go anywhere or do anything, she picked up the remote control from the bedside stand and hit the play button. The hands on the clock seemed to be moving in slow motion, no doubt the result of a hangover from the 40mg of Percocet she had done the night before. About an hour into the movie, in her slightly inebriated state, she realized she had been unconsciously grinding the pillow between her legs into her wet vagina. Jenny always had a crush on Morgan Freeman, which is what started her arousal in the first place, but Frank was the real object of her imagination at the moment. Gnashing her teeth and with her aching snatch positively on fire, she hit the pause button and closed her eyes. For years she had only slept in a nightshirt and panties, but lately with the weather being so humid and all, she wore only a thong and slept on top of the comforter. Biting her bottom lip, she tweaked both nipples, taking time to circle both breasts all the way to the center, outside to tip, licking her fingers every 20 seconds or so. Sliding her milky white soft hands down her ribcage, she lifted her thong to side to expose her cleanly shaven pussy. The fan was on full blast, and was conveniently placed right beside her bed, intensifying the buzz she was feeling by ten. With one hand twisting her clit, and the other hand, with extended pointed and middle fingers, thrusting violently in and out of her oozing birth canal, she exploded into orgasm in a matter of seconds.

Outside the jail, Frank strutted from the gates, sporting a leather jacket with matching rhino skin boots and a pair of sunglasses, the guards looked at him in disgust.
“Get the fuck out of here Davis, and if you’re back here within the month, Nash and me are gonna gouge out your eyes and piss in your brains,” said Hall, the smaller of the two guards.
“Eat my ass, you fucking hillbilly,” said Frank, under his breath.
“What the fuck was that?”
“Nothing,” Frank said with a smirk on his face as he walked away, flicking away a Marlboro red into the street.
“There goes a true lunatic of God’s creation,” said Nash, shaking his head.
“You know what I say? Fuck that little douche bag. He’s been nothing but problems and headaches for us every time he’s here. I wanna make that shit’s life a living hell one of these days. My mama used to always tell me something Nash, “you screw the pooch one times too many, you’re gonna wind up paying for an abortion before too long.” They both cackled hysterically and walked back inside the gate. Frank looked back at both of them, giving a smirk of his own.
“Yeah, see you in my dreams,” he said to himself. He stood at the street corner looking for his girl.
“Frank!” called Jenny.
“Hey there baby,” said Frank. The two embraced in a French kiss with her grabbing at his crotch ferociously, giving him an instant hard-on.
“Not here,” Jenny said, “I wanna make it perfect.” He got a serious look on his face.
“I really appreciate all the packages you sent me on the inside. It really meant a lot to me.”
“Baby, what was I supposed to do, forget about you or something? You were only in for a month anyway,” said Jenny.
Frank looks at her and says, “I sure did appreciate it, but I never questioned you being loyal to me. Sweetheart, any girl that sticks by a man after he’s been sent to the pen for a month for shitting on a mall food court table is one loyal broad in my book.” Underneath a sea blue sky, the two lovers embrace as though they are the only two people on Earth.

Back at their mansion, Frank calls for Theo, their butler.
“I sent him home early, sweetheart. This is gonna be our private time,” said Jenny.
“Well I guess I’ll have to grab that Zima all by myself,” replies Frank with a shiteating grin on his face.
Jenny looks at Frank slyly; raising one eyebrow and biting her bottom lip and says, “Honey, I think I could cool you down better than a drink could.” Frank, knowing exactly what she was implying took her hand, and in a near sprint, shoved the bedroom door open. Jenny jumped onto the bed; almost frantically collapsing down onto her laptop computer in an effort to conceal the still-up web page she had been surfing. Not that she would be in any kind of trouble for it; she just wanted to keep it as a surprise. Frank looked around the room for a moment, eyeing the king size bed, the bedside table which had porno magazines scattered all over it, his gun collection, before saying to himself aloud, “Goddamn, its great to be home.” But most of all, he was eyeing Jenny, who by this time, was completely naked, spread eagle, and biting her bottom lip giving him a come hither stare. In an almost purring voice, she said to him, “Come give mama a cat bath.”
He licks the bottom of her foot, to which she nearly kicks him in the face.
“Sorry baby, you know I’m ticklish,” she says, although somehow even more turned on. He makes small licks going from her foot to ankle, all the way up to her knee and stopping at her inner thigh, where he prolongs for a moment as if to tease her more. He licks one finger and circles her clit with it before attacking her labia with his tongue. At a moments notice, she grabs his hair and pulls him closer, climaxing while shoving his face into her dripping snatch.
“My turn,” she says quickly, picking him up and slinging him onto the bed. She jerks his pants off and tongues his balls and taint for a moment before taking all 9 inches of his dick into her throat. Frank is nearly paralyzed with pleasure, and he can feel her making a gargling noise in her throat, causing the head of his member to vibrate at what feels like 300 mph. He can feel himself tighten and unleashes his load onto her dangling uvula at what feels like an equally unprecedented speed. After he is finished grunting, she moves away, and opens her mouth, showing him a mouth full of snow white skeet, smiling, swallows, saying, “I love reaching the creamy center.” They both collapse onto the bed, exhausted.

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