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equivalent of Hershey’s Kisses would be. Sweet and
delicious, and nice enough to make you want more.
    Duke didn’t stop at my tummy. He continued to work
his way downwards, kissing my hips and my thighs, and then softly
pushing my legs apart to check out the space within. I guess
firemen are used to exploring dark, hot places. Duke seemed to be
comfortable with what he found down there. I felt his tongue lap
against my labia, and my toes curled as I let out a gasp of
pleasure. I lay back and closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation
as my firefighter worked his way along my most private parts. Then
he reached the sensitive bud at the head. He began to work my clit
with his tongue – tiny, gentle flicks that sent me to the edge of
ecstasy. He began to roll his tongue around my most sensitive area,
generating waves of pleasure that were just too good to resist.
Then again, I didn’t want to resist. I just let the enjoyment wash
over me until my body inevitably exploded in an orgasm that had me
clenching the sheets.
    This wasn’t just sex. This was fireworks. So now it
was official. Duke was definitely not gay. There was no way this
was his first time pleasuring a lady – he had been between a
woman’s legs on more than one occasion, I was sure of that. After a
while, Duke came up for air.
    ‘How was that?’ he asked, with that familiar grin
plastered all over his face.
    ‘Getting warmer,’ I replied. ‘But I’m still not one
hundred per cent convinced. You still haven’t given me undeniable
proof. I won’t know whether you are gay or not until I see how you
fuck a woman…that’s the only proof that this court can accept.’
    ‘Well, in that case, your honor, lie back and get
ready for a good shafting. I want my case to be proved beyond all
reasonable doubt.’
    I was happy to oblige. I lay my head back on the
pillow, while Duke positioned himself over me. I could see his dick
now, and I must admit I felt sorry for the gay population who were
going to miss out on a very good thing. I love the way cocks come
in all shapes and sizes, and I have become something of an expert
on the subject over the years. Duke had what I would call a hammer
– not so much long as thick, a blunt instrument that could do its
job very effectively in the right hands.
    Right now, the hammer was in Duke’s hands as he
prepared himself for penetration. He edged forward on the bed, so
that his knees were level with my thighs. Then he lowered himself
until his dick touched against my vulva.
    Oooh! I love that sensation. I’m addicted to the
feeling of excitement and anticipation, knowing that I am just
moments away from getting hammered. Duke teased me, rolling his
dick around my vulva – touching my clit, then sliding along my
labia until he reached the entrance to my vagina. Then he
pushed…ever so slowly and softly. All kinds of melodies of joy were
singing in my head as I felt his manhood plunging ever deeper
within. As he pushed, Duke leaned forward to kiss me. I ran my arms
along his back and down to his buttocks, kissing him back with
equal passion and fervor. Duke pulled his lips away and looked me
directly in the eyes.
    ‘Angel, your parents named you well – you have the
body of an angel. But an unusually sexy one.’
    ‘A fallen angel, maybe. I don’t think there’s much
room for my type in heaven.’
    ‘You don’t need to go to heaven. I can take you to
paradise and back, right here and now.’
    ‘OK, then take me, my hunky hero.’
    And take me he did. Duke withdrew until his dick was
barely touching me, and then he slid into me with enough force to
take my breath away. All I could do was spread my legs and prepare
for the onslaught. Like I said earlier, British guys know how to
fuck. I think perhaps they teach it in school over there, because
they all seem to have special skills in the subject. Duke was
neither slow and sensual, nor fast and manic. He was more kind of
powerful – thrusting into me in a steady