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needed him, couldn’t survive without him.
    He’d been wrong. I didn't want him to think me a tart, but ... Perhaps I did. Perhaps I wanted him to think me a common slag. Revenge is sweet , I reflected, slowly pulling his zip down. From angelic innocence to carnal lust, I was turning.
     
    His eyes widening as my hand delved into his trousers and squeezed the warm shaft of his penis, I wondered what he was thinking. I knew what I was thinking as I pulled his solid cock out. I was thinking that I needed experience to write my dirty book. Feeling the fleshy shaft of his penis, I recalled the first time it had entered me, driven into the virginal shaft of my pussy and spermed me. Those were the days , I reflected. Days of innocence and naivety, trust and stupidity.
     
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    “Jade ...” he murmured as I wanked his hard penis. I grinned at him as I ran my hand up and down the twitching shaft of his cock, massaging his purple knob.
    Wanked? I pondered on the word. I'd need to expand my vocabulary for my dirty book. Wank, fuck, shag ... Cunt? I'd always hated the C word. It was crude, cold, barren as the brown fields in winter. As was the act I was committing. Wanking Alan to orgasm wasn't really the sort of experience I needed, but it was fun. And it might be fun to utter one or two expletives, I chuckled inwardly, again recalling the book. Do my arse. Spunk my arsehole and then come in my cunt and my mouth.
     
    Alan's gasps growing louder, I knelt before him and took his swollen knob into my wet mouth. Looking up at his expression of astonishment, I ran my tongue over the silky-smooth crown of his glans and sucked harder. Pulling his heavy balls out of his trousers, I wondered when he'd last come. Perhaps he'd been wanking since the tart had thrown him out. Perhaps he'd been wanking and shooting his sperm while he'd been thinking of me, of my wet cunt. Cunt.
     
    His sperm finally jetting from his throbbing knob, filling my gobbling mouth, he clutched my head and let out long low moans of pleasure. Swallowing the salty liquid, I had it in mind to make up for lost time, to catch up with Jackie. No, that was impossible. To catch up with Jackie would require me to screw about and suck six men every day for a year. Nothing's impossible, my thoughts urged me. Screw and suck.
     
    “God,” Alan sighed as I sucked the last globules of sperm from his solid glans.
    Quivering, he leaned back on the worktop as I lapped up the spilled sperm from his 48
    deflating shaft, the wrinkled bag containing his sperm-spheres. Staring at his penis as it hung like a dead slug over his hairy balls, I again recalled the time he'd taken my virginity. We'd gasped and loved in our loving union. We'd touched and caressed, whispered words of love and fucked and come. And then he'd taken up with that slut and left me to cry rivers of tears while he spurted rivers of sperm over her cervix.
     
    “You're not as big as my boyfriend,” I complained, rising to my feet and licking my sperm-dripping lips. “And you come too quickly. Still, you always did.”
    “Why did you do that?” he asked, puzzlement reflected in his brown eyes.
    “Why not?” I grinned. “I like sucking men off. I'm sorry, didn't you want me to suck your cock?”
    “Yes, but ... You have changed, haven't you?”
    “As I said, I'm living. I'm enjoying life now.”
    “This bloke's not living with you, then?”
    “No. He stays some nights but he has his own house. It's a lovely place. Too big, really. Rather like his cock,” I giggled.
    “Shall I call round again? If you're not busy, I could come round for coffee.”
    “Coffee or a blowjob?”
    “Well
    ...”
    “I don't know, Alan. I suppose you could call round on the odd occasion.
    There again, there's not much point.”
    “Why? What do you mean?”
    “When you left me, you said that I was no good in bed. I've since discovered that you were bloody useless in bed.”
    “Useless?”
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    “The orgasms I've had with other