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Josh coupling like beasts in heat) she realized she needed a heroic male, a mighty Thor who would treat her like a goddess. But she also needed tenderness; a man whose thoughts of her were sweet and dripping concern and tenderness. And one who respected her as more than just a sperm receptacle to use instead of whacking off. She felt that, in Josh, she had at last found such a man.
    Dugan would kill her. Thinking of him, she felt a tremor of fear, which heightened her arousal. And Josh—responsive to her, to her emotional vibrations—must have felt it too. The result was that once again his dick was beginning to grow firm and upright, readying itself for fulfillment.
    And then their urgency erupted again, leaving them breathless.
     
    * * *
     
     
    They showered briefly, just to freshen up. The water stung her face and dampened his penis down, though, even hanging limp, it was a masterpiece. As they toweled off, she saw him start to rise again. Kneeling before her, he fondled her stomach and her abs.
    “Stop,” she giggled as he probed her belly button with his tongue.
    Then suddenly, she shouted vehemently, “My turn.”
    He grinned and let her ease him off, then turn him like a turtle on his back, exposing his now-flaccid penis for her use.
    Avidly she sought his member with her hands. She stroked it tenderly, rubbing the wrinkled, softened flesh, then licking it until he moaned and trembled like a leaf. She felt a shiver go throughout his entire body, as she bent to her task with avid attention. And then, still delighting in his genitals, she turned her face up toward his. She loved staring into his eyes.
    He mumbled hoarsely, “I love you.”
    “What?”
    “Nothing,” he murmured.
    “No, say it again. I want to hear it.”
    “I’m a fool,” he said quietly. “A damn fool.”
    She felt his penis go limp and droopy at the words.
    “No, you’re not. Say it. Say it.”
    She had found a real lover for the first time in her life. She didn’t want to let him go.
    “I love you,” he said again. This time his words were clear, definitive. But his face was deathly pale, and she felt his body shaking.
    “I love you too,” she said. And then, taking his dick in her hands and holding it gently, she said, “I want to do this for you.” She looked him in the face, and her cheeks were blazing red. “He…he forced me to. But… I want to do it for you. I need to.”
    He nodded. She felt a surge that made his penis vibrate, and then it rose and thrived under her careful devotion. It was no act of lust, but one of love, sealing and solidifying their passion.
    They cuddled close together for a while. After this, they spooned together, and she felt warm as toast, despite the winter’s chill. A little later, after gazing tenderly into his eyes, she told him how badly she wanted to love him yet again. He nodded, content once more to let her take the lead; he was not afraid her assertion made him any less a man, and she thought it made him even closer to her heart.
    Gently, she took first one, then the other of his balls into her mouth, wetting it and sucking. The balls had the texture of soft leather; spicy, salted with a hint of ginger. She heard his moans of joy,
    Then, gripping his pulsing shaft with both hands, she opened her mouth stretching her moist lips as widely as she could. She felt saliva rise against the lining of her throat. Then, she slid his penis smoothly through her lips, into her mouth. It was firm, but gave like taffy when she mouthed it.
    Closing her eyes, she sighed, and then squeezed her lips around the creamy staff and slid it in and out, in and out. The saliva in her mouth bubbled, gurgling around it. His body quivered, and his moan was loud and harsh; he thrashed his arms as if he were in agony and cried aloud. Squeezing the bottom of the shaft, she sucked it harder, then swallowed noisily as he spurted out, screaming his pleasure.
    Her brain was sweltering with mist, as if she was about to