The Hen Night - Kitchen and downstairs bathroom
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				Title: <strong>The Hen Night - Kitchen and downstairs bathroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 20:22:39</strong>
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				<strong>[OOC NOTE]</strong><br><br>This thread covers the kitchen, the passage from the kitchen to the front door, the down-stairs bathroom and the bottom of the stairs.<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Floor_plan_ground_kitchen.jpg)<br><br>The kitchen is a fairly ordinary one with a gas hob, sink, washing machine, fridge freezer and dish washer.<br><br>Something like this:<br>(http://kitchenrenovations.net/1_kitchen.jpg)(http://www.biggift.com.au/images/hidden-kitchen-costs-00.jpg)<br><br>The drinks, glasses, mixers and ice are all in the kitchen.
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				Post by: <strong>goalt</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 03:27:52</strong>
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				<strong>Emi Jameson</strong><br><br>Still grinning, I entered from the dining room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92393.msg4055215#msg4055215), heading straight for the drink table. I set down the bottle I was holding, then grabbed another at random to start pouring. As I turned to get a glass, I noticed Eliza behind me, grinning. I thought I knew what kind of grin that was.<br><br>"Yo! Sneaking off to molest the hostess' girlfriend?" I winked.
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				Post by: <strong>mrsjaz</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 11:09:47</strong>
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				I looked innocently into her beautiful eyes, but the impulse to kiss her full on the lips was startlingly obvious to me, instead&nbsp; I asked for a wine topped with lots of ice and tonic water, which she promptly gave to me .<br><br>“I would love to molest you and I have a little something that might make…”<br>She heard the shouts and cut short what she was going to say as Sandra burst into the kitchen . <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 12:15:10</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-family: Curlz MT;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sandra Pickton</span></span></strong><br><br>I burst in to the kitchen... "They're here - or they will be any minute..." I grabbed Emi, kissed her passionately and ushered both of them back into the lounge.
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				Post by: <strong>goalt</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 18:49:40</strong>
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				<strong>Emi Jameson</strong><br><br>I smiled as I prepped her drink. That was one of the great parts of this relationship. I could have... fun.<br><br>And then my darling did that thing she does, and we were back off to get things underway.
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 22:38:58</strong>
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				Coming from the lounge (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92393.msg4075783#msg4075783), I refreshed my drink, and then waited for Eliza to join me. While I waited I had a look at the chocolate cake she'd brought, and with a grin, helped myself to a slice. "Mmm, good stuff!" I muttered, then washed the cake down with a sip of my brandy and coke. 
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				Post by: <strong>mrsjaz</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 14:24:59</strong>
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				A quick glance towards Avery made Eliza move much faster towards the kitchen <br><br>“Sandra, I think the guest of honour is about to leave her party.” "Some of that cake might make her stay, or a smoke might just get her in the mood, but whatever we do we'd better do it fast."
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 17:01:31</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-family: Curlz MT;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sandra Pickton</span></span></strong><br><br>I nodded. "Thanks for the warning, hun. Good cake by the way. There must be a whole frickin' plant in here...!" I was feeling a touch light headed from the slice I'd eaten. I gave Eliza a big chocolatey smooch, then picked up the knife I had used to cut my slice with, and sliced the cake into generous portions. <br><br>I picked it up and wandered up the corridor to the front door, bypassing the lounge, arriving behind Avery just as she reached the door from the lounge (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92393.msg4078299#msg4078299)
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 03:56:30</strong>
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				<strong>Chester Breckenridge</strong><br><br>Holding his canteen, he made his way into the kitchen and threw a small smile at anyone he happened to pass. He kept it simple, chucking a few “ma’ams” here and there. Get things off to an unsure start. Sure the other girls at least suspected he was a stripper, but why not keep them guessing until it was finally time to play. He stepped to the sink and filled his canteen before he took a drink. Again, he made sure not to overdo it before the show. After all, he wouldn’t want someone stopping a show over a rest room break “Damn that shit” he muttered.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 20:38:06</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-family: Curlz MT;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sandra Pickton</span></span></strong><br><br>I popped my head in to the kitchen to see the stripper drinking. Not booze, at least - or not unless he had filled his cantine from any of the bottles on the counter. <br><br>"Oi!" I hissed at him. "I'm paying you to get your kit off, not fill your self with water. The chick who opened the door is your target." I spotted a CD pokning out of a pocket on his jacket. "Music? Cool! Yoink!" I grabbed it and chuckled as I examined the title. "Oh very appropriate. I'll shove this in the CD player, and start it as soon as you put in an appearance. Now get in there and earn your money!"<br><br>I withdrew back into the lounge (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92393.msg4104560#msg4104560).
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 11:30:40</strong>
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				Chester had a moment to chuckle before Sandra left with his disc. Appropriate could be the word for his choice, that was a fact. He’d place the canteen down and made sure his clothes&nbsp; were still sharp. With his hands resting on the sink, he closed his eyes and breathed. He knew exactly what he wanted to do, and had an idea of how many ladies there were in the party. This was going to be cake. “Alright, buddy…” he muttered. “Put up, or shut up.” Turning, he marched right out of the kitchen and to the lounge (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92393.msg4112202#msg4112202), every bit the precision driven soldier. It was time to give the ladies a show.
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 00:17:45</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-family: Curlz MT;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sandra Pickton</span></span></strong><br><br>Dashing from the lounge (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92393.msg4217022#msg4217022), I made my quickly to the toilet and locked myself in. I hoped I wouldn't be in here too long, but, calls of nature are just plane unpredictable.
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				Post by: <strong>mrsjaz</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 15:23:13</strong>
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				Eliza was really hungry the munchies had her again and she spotted a nice tray of food that looked really good. Selecting one of the spicy meats skewered on a stick and some olives, her favourite, stuffed with small pieces of a red pepper, she ate them quickly and went back for another olive.<br><br>She looked around for the wine and had to get another glass as she’d left hers in the &nbsp;lounge (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92393.msg4213016#msg4213016) helping herself to wine she took a large swig and went for the cake. She hoped he knew what it could do even if it was not as powerful as that dick head Jeff had told her. She should have made the dam thing herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 14:37:08</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-family: Curlz MT;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sandra Pickton</span></span></strong><br><br>"Ahhhh, that's better!" I flushed, washed my hands and stepped out of the downstairs bathroom. Music was still pounding and I could still hear voices so the party hadn't petered out in my absence. I turned to the kitchen to get myself another drink, and spotted Eliza in there. "Hey sweetie," I said softly, grabbing her from behind around the waist. "I don't know where Cathy found you, but I'm glad she did." My right hand slid up, grabbing Eliza's left breast, while my right hand slid down across her belly and between her legs.<br><br>"You and me, naked, upstairs. My bed. Me on top". I murmured into her ear as I nibbled on her earlobe. "What do you say?"
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				Post by: <strong>mrsjaz</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 18:14:34</strong>
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				<strong>Elisa</strong><br><br>Eliza’s breathing quickened as Sandra grabbed her, her breath tickled Eliza’s neck, as Sandra’s <br>hands wandered&nbsp; around her body, driving Eliza’s body to respond to her touch, She moaned feeling giddy she quickly turned facing the beautiful woman. “I am looking forward to that, but I want to do this first.”<br><br>She pulled her closer kissing her slowly, her tongue meeting Sandra’s, she wanted to eat the woman, drink the woman, her mind basking in the sexy kiss not wanting to pull away. Eliza let her own hands wander, feeling her body, her firm breasts, her hands pulling Sandra’s arse harder onto Eliza.<br><br>“Let’s sneak off now, I want to get naked with you now.” She spoke against Sandra’s mouth not wanting to let the kiss go, it was wonderful.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 19:18:56</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-family: Curlz MT;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sandra Pickton</span></span></strong><br><br>I responded to the kiss with equal passion, tasting that damn "chocolate" cake on her mouth. The suggestion she mumbled into my mouth made me pull away with a feral growl. "Fuck sneaking off," I snarled, "Let's do it right here in the kitchen!" I reached down and pulled my dress up over my head, revealing matching bra and French knickers in black and red silk, then kicked off my shoes. I jumped up so I was sitting on the counter atop the dish washer - the only space that was clear of bottles and glasses, and spread my legs. "Lick, bitch!" I ordered.
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				Post by: <strong>mrsjaz</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 20:34:44</strong>
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				<strong>Eliza</strong><br><br>Eliza was shocked at the sudden switch in Sandra’s manner, but she was not naïve and understood this was what Sandra got off on. She had never been spoken to by a woman like that before, only men, but she wanted to get down and dirty tonight, so she knew she was going to respond. <br><br>She smiled up at Sandra’s face, letting the woman wait a moment longer, before bending her head, her entire body was on fire as she slowly used her tongue to lick around Sandra’s clit, moving her hand to part the woman’s lips, she moved her head up as she wanted to look at the woman,&nbsp; and see her pink flesh, she glistened and shone with wetness and Eliza bent her head again, repeating the movements she made before with her tongue, she wanted to rip the women open, her filthy mind coming back, her breathing coming in short silent gasps. <br><br>Eliza let her mouth trail down Sandra’s lips and onto the lower opening of her pussy, and licked all the way up, tasting the women properly, she stopped again at her clit, sucking and licking harder this time, she moved her head back to Sandra’s open pussy and slid her three fingers inside pushing them forward wanting to drive them to the hilt she held back though and replaced her fingers with her tongue making lapping noises as she sucked and licked.<br><br>Sandra's orgasm was powerful taking Elisa by surprise. <br><br>She eased herself up off the table kissing her as she rose, Sandra not wasting her juice. <br>"Nice was it?"<br><br>She asked the question without waiting for an answer and had a small sip of her wine. Realising she had an appointment with the stripper and the cake, she picked up the cake.<br><br>&nbsp;“Oh… I’ll take this to the stripper, as you said I should ask him to stay and Avery did that for me, this will get him going, I want to have everyone tonight.” She laughed still tasting Sandra on her lips.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 20:22:45</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-family: Curlz MT;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sandra Pickton</span></span></strong><br><br>"OH!" I gasped, "OH! AH! Oh fucking hell that's good!" This woman was definitely a cunning linguist (ha ha!) "OH MY GOD, 'Liza, OH CRAP IN HEAVEN I'M CUMMING!" My orgasm was so quick and so hard that it took me totally by surprise and I smeared my juices all over Eliza's mouth. "Oh yeah... I panted as I came down again<br><br>"You and me both, dear... except the stripper. Not really that into men..." I slid off the counter and kicked my panties off from around my ankle where Eliza had left them, poured myself another drink and followed her back into the lounge (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92393.msg4259663#msg4259663).
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 00:38:54</strong>
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				<strong>Chester with Avery: Mixing it up</strong><br><br>When he entered the kitchen with her, he let his free hand roam along the small of her back and smiled “So…what are you having?” he asked as he took a look at the booze provided. He took another bite of the cake as he tried to think of a few drinks. The cake tasted damn good, and he was starting to wonder where they were hiding that as well. After swallowing, he gave he a little look “You’re a lightweight…maybe I’ll just whip you up a nice simple cock and captain.” He had realized what he’d said, but the realization made him chuckle “I meant coke…”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 16:28:05</strong>
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				<strong>Avery</strong><br><br>I stayed close to him as we entered the kitchen together. He had eaten some of the cake that made me really woozy before, maybe he could handle it better. When he made the drink suggestion, and slipped with the word, I blushed and giggled, "I think someone's had too much tonight, maybe you should go easy on the cake, and no drinks for you." Yet I could not stop staring at him, he was so handsome. "Yes, captain and coke would be fine." Then I looked at the empty counter and hopped up on it, pulling him to me. "Maybe we should skip the drink altogether, " I whispered as I kissed him gently wanting to have him take me right then and there.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 03:44:17</strong>
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				<strong>Chester</strong><br><br>When she pulled him closer after he hop on the counter, he quipped “maybe just a rain check…we’ll be a little thirsty, maybe” as he homed in for a kiss. Chester was a pretty big cut of beef, and he hadn’t realized that the cake was edited for the occasion. It would be the first drug he’s taken outside of something prescribed or over-the-counter. He was in for an interesting time, but that would come later. What was happening now was the raging hard-on as he kissed the woman back.<br><br>After they finished, he blinked gently “I think that just gave me short-term memory loss…in case I haven’t said so, my name Chester.” He barely gave her time to respond as he waded in for another kiss as his hands went searching for the best way to gain access to avenues that needed exploration!<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 16:05:35</strong>
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				<strong>Avery</strong><br><br>Oh yes, that cake was kicking if for him as well. I didn't care, he had me so aroused, all I wanted to do was wrap my legs around him, and feel him slip inside my body. I was beginning to think maybe I was getting married too soon, that I should have fun like the other girls were. Shit I should live a little, right?<br><br>His kisses were just amazing, so powerful, they made me weak in the knees. Chester, that was his name, I tried to respond with mine, my his lips covered mine once more and I was lost. I felt his hands roam over my body, looking for the button on my jeans. I reached down and undid it myself, as well as the zipper to give him a little wiggle room for his hands to explore more. 
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 23:40:52</strong>
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				<strong>Chester</strong> <br><br>He smiled into yet another kiss as he felt her fumbling along with his own hands. Somehow, they managed to work together to take her jeans off over her shoes. Depending on what she had, he’d prefer to leave them on. They dropped on the floor in a denim heap, already forgotten as he moved her hands over her trim body “Jesus…” he muttered as his hands consumed her. <br><br>As if in afterthought, he took a quick glance behind him and faced back to her with a devious little grin. This is a new one for him, but that cake seemed to put to sleep that jiminy cricket inside him, and left his demons to roam. A smooth lean placed surprisingly soft lips on her neck. He knew enough to not leave childish hickies behind, but a taste of her smooth skin…the feel of her body along his taste buds, was surreal. What the hell had her friend put in that cake?<br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 15:26:08</strong>
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				<strong>Avery</strong><br><br>My jeans dropped to the floor and his hands went over me. Christ I wanted this more than anything, alone with some random man, and the desire for him to just take me then and there. <br><br>His lips on my neck drove me wild, he kept hitting the right spots like he already knew my body. I was putty in his hands and my body was growing more aroused by the second. <br><br>"Chester please, now, before I change my mind," I whispered to him. I wanted to feel him inside of me, I wanted him to make me moan. There was such passion and fire between us and I wanted to know what it felt like to have him inside me, making love to me. I was ready, and I needed it, I needed him, and I hoped he would take me right then an there and make me his. 
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 00:11:07</strong>
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				<strong>Chester</strong><br><br>Chester was flying! Hands groped and felt along Avery as if she were his. He would hoard her away like some greedy dragon, and dare anyone to come for her if he could. Sadly, that was not his role. The drugs seemed to take all the caution out of him, and her words were the final nail on their coffin. He slid her a little more, then held her so that he puffy sex hung in striking distance. The dip his cock took into her was insistent, and warm moist breath slid against his skin as he breathed the pleasure of his entrance.<br><br>His hips went to work slowly, pressing in her. Each thrust slowly shined the skin of his shaft, until he held her tightly. His eyes remained closed as he held her waist with one arm, and her hair with the other hand. The slower getting-to-know-you strokes had progressed to full thrusts within her, and he finally opened his eyes to see her in all her glory, and hear her sounds of pleasure. She would be his beacon, and he remained ready to adjust as needed to give her what she needed. <br><br>His own base desires to plow into her senselessly could wait. Her body would tell him when she was ready for that.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 16:28:53</strong>
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				<strong>Avery</strong><br><br>He was hot and amazing and he did things to me to break down my resistance.&nbsp; I didn't care, I wanted him. Blame it on the booze, blame it on wanting something different. When he slid me forward, I wrapped my arms around him and held close. <br><br>As he eased in, I sighed, Christ this felt good. he pressed against my barrier and I heard a pop, and winced. It wasn't as bad as I expected, bit it still ached. Soon he was all the way inside and the pain subsided. His stokes were long and slow, and my body seemed to swallow him whole. "Oh Yes", I whispered wondering why I had waited so long to do this. I moaned and held to him as he made me feel things I had never known existed. <br><br>I wrapped my legs around him to draw him closer, to have him fully inside me, not wanting to let go. My moans filled the room as he continued. "Oh Chester, yes, god, please." I needed him, it all felt so amazing, and I wanted so much more from him.
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 14:00:49</strong>
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				<strong>Chester</strong><br><br>His strokes had grew in intensity as he felt her body give into the moment. It excited him even more that he was her first. Like he was some tribal deflowerer or something. Tribal? the drugs may have really caught a hold of him if he was thinking in those terms. When she wrapped her legs around him, he took the briefest of moments to look at her while they fucked. To really study her, instead of her body. Her flush…the way her legs seemed to part even more for him…the flush of her face as she moaned.<br><br>It was as if a dinner bell ranged in his mind.<br><br>Slowly, he slid the rest of her body off the counter, and let her weight sink some before he held her up by her taut little ass. She weighed next to nothing, especially with her legs pulling for more of his meat. He began to lift and drop her on his cock, like he wanted to impale her on it. He could feel their muscles tensed against each other in the moment while his shaft roared through her with each upward thrust that met with her. He started feeling greedy, and looked into her eyes so she could see the primal want in them.<br><br>The kitchen wasn’t going to be the last place he had her tonight…that he knew for sure.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 22:21:15</strong>
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				<strong>Avery</strong><br><br>He slid me from the counter, and he sank even deeper into me. I never knew it could feel this good, and I was ready to keep going all night with him.<br><br>I looked him in the eyes and saw the same need there. He was so sexy and so, well everything I wanted at this moment. My body tightened around him even more as I rode him. He was a man on a mission, and I wasn't about to stop him from giving me everything he knew. <br><br>I moaned softly in his ear, "Harder, I won't break." I wanted to be screaming in his arms by the end of the night, and it looked like we were racing towards that goal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hen Night - Kitchen and downstairs bathroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 04:01:37</strong>
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				<strong>Chester</strong><br><br>In a fit of lust-filled mischief, the stripper drove them both against the kitchen door to take the woman up on her offer. One would be surprised just how few times things like this had happened to him, and he seemed willing and able to take full advantage of the bride to be and her need for a romp. After all, it was her party, and he was already paid for his part of the job. He grunted as he pushed inside her roughly, and held her against the wall to give her pussy the beating she so wanted.<br><br>He added to his thrusts with emphasis, lost in her body, yet still in control. The drugs began to lose some of their effect as his body burned through the chemical reaction, and he got to experience the warm floating effect of his high while locked with his newest friend and co-conspirator. A smooth lazy smile appeared on his face before he leaned closer to her “You should tell everyone…how good of a time you’re having…” The chuckle he had threw off his rhythm some, but he checked his motion and got it back. Was the door banging back, or was he just thrusting harder? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hen Night - Kitchen and downstairs bathroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 15:33:12</strong>
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				<strong>Avery</strong><br><br>As my back hit the door, I whimpered, his cock thrusting hard into me. Damn this guy was fantastic! My body fit around him perfectly , my muscles clamping down on him. God what had gotten in to me? I had this total stranger buried in me and I was loving it! He was hot, sexy, and he knew just how to send me moaning and wailing. <br><br>As he thrust in over and over, I clung to him, my breath in his ear, "Chester, I am having a marvelous time, no one would believe I'm doing this." Still my body swallowed his cock whole as he began to bring me close to my first ever climax. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hen Night - Kitchen and downstairs bathroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 04:01:47</strong>
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				<strong>Chester</strong><br><br>Chester breathed deeply as he pressed&nbsp; and pounded his body against her. Half-lit eyes relaxed as the rest of his body remained taut and full of purpose. Almost like an echo, he heard her speak, and his own mouth whispered to her in between warm breaths against her skin “They’ll believe it plenty after I’m done with you…”. There was no mistaking the smile in his words. He was enjoying the feel of his cock crashing through her, and still felt the drugs in the cake give him more patience sexually than he’s known in some time.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hen Night - Kitchen and downstairs bathroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 16:06:32</strong>
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				<strong>Avery</strong><br><br>It was too much to handle, he was my first and he made my body race to orgasm. I clung to him as I nearly screamed. My muscles tightened and my body shook. "Oh God!" I cried out as the wave of pleasure swept over me and I flood his cock with my sweet juices. I had never felt so good in my life, and I had no regrets letting this hot man break me from my binds of innocence. "Damn Chester, fuck, that felt good." I kissed him deeply as he still stayed buried in my body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hen Night - Kitchen and downstairs bathroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 03:19:30</strong>
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				<strong>Chester</strong> <br><br>Chester allowed her to ride the waves of her orgasm, and literally slowed his thrusts to a crawl as he felt her twitch and jerk along his shaft. He was loving every bit of it, and from the wet sounds of his slow thrusts into her sopping wet cunt, so was she. When she kissed him, her hefted her body up a bit, adjusting her so that her legs were even more open. He needed the access…he wanted to make sure that every inch of him was in her for the finale.<br><br>It was his turn to come, and the thrusts began slow but insistent. He break from the kiss to lean his body into her and rocking them both against the door again. She said she wouldn’t break, and his cock was aching to see if it was true. He couldn’t see the trail of fluids she left on his cock as he thrust inside her, like some wild and hungry animal yearning to be fed, but he could feel her body inviting him. She’d had a taste…before he came, he wanted to give her a meal.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hen Night - Kitchen and downstairs bathroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 21:42:18</strong>
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				<strong>Avery</strong><br><br>Even as I began to calm, he didn't give up, and I didn't care, I wanted more. I had gone from this sweet innocent blushing bride to this wanton slut doing a stripper, and I just didn't care. <br><br>He went slower and deeper, and by&nbsp; body took him in, clutching him, wanting him in as deep as he could go. "OH yes, don't stop, it's so right," I cooed in his ear. I would definitely have to thank Sandra for this later, she made my night and maybe even changed my life. I wanted him to cum, wanted to know what that felt like, to have a man explode inside me. I was ready and I held him,excited once more to fell him climax for me. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hen Night - Kitchen and downstairs bathroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 12:11:43</strong>
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				<strong>Chester</strong><br><br>Chester smiled against her as he built up speed. For a virgin, she was getting into this pretty quick! He wondered if her husband knew what he was getting himself into. First he figured that he couldn’t possibly have, since he left such a lovely taste of woman without the feel of a cock inside her. Then he just didn’t care. The loud bumps from their continued sex against the door combined with the squishy sounds of her drenched pussy. The smell of their fucking only made him cum all that more harder.<br><br>“Ugh! Oh shit…oh shit, I’m coming!” he semi growled as his body tensed to pin her to the door. His calves ached sweetly as he pressed with his toes while he released. It’s been longer than usual, due to his work schedule, so the explosion of cum was thick. Two more smaller shockwaves ripped through him as his cock fired smaller ropes of cum in her, before he eventually calmed with a few heavy breaths. “Avery, right…?” he said in between breaths “Glad to meet you” he joked, before carrying her back to the island they started on.<br><br>He remained locked in with her as he set her down gently. One hand slowly brushed away some of her hair so he could get a look at those eyes that hypnotized him earlier “You’re going to make someone a very lucky husband…”, and then kissed her again, almost as if he wanted to start all the way over. And why shouldn’t he? They only had this night, after all.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hen Night - Kitchen and downstairs bathroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 21:35:22</strong>
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				<strong>Avery</strong><br><br>God if this was what if felt like, why did I wait so long to do this? He came hard inside me and filled me with his sticky cum, it felt so warm and wonderful. He was a good lover and made me want him even more. I chucked as it seemed like he had to remember my name, "Yeah Avery, nice to meet you Chester, thanks for my hen night present."<br><br>As he moved back to the island and placed me on it, he looked into my eyes and I was hooked, he was amazing, even if he only ended up being a one night stand for me. When he drew closer and kissed me, I held on tight, kissing him back eagerly. This Chester guy was in my blood and I wanted more of him, much more. As we broke the kiss I looked deep into his eyes, "I want more, and who knows if I'll even make it to the church now." I was seriously considering staying single if it was this good, why should I tie myself down so young anyway? <br><br>I nibbled at his neck playfully, the alcohol still making my head spin and keeping me giddy. I was not about to let this one go, not yet, I wanted him to make me cum over and over tonight. 
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