5 comments/ 230571 views/ 14 favorites An Afternoon With Denise By: SomeOneNew Denise is an attractive 35-year-old married to two kids and a dentist, living a suburban, upper-middle class life. Long ago she exchanged the vestiges of youthful excitement for a 6-bedroom starter castle, twin Volvos, private school for the kids, and the dentist. At 5’6 and around a supple 120 pounds, she has sparkling green eyes, alabaster and lightly freckled Irish skin, and a puckish smile fashioned by suggestively pouting lips. Her reddish-brown, shoulder-length corkscrew hair adorns a graceful neck that descends to eye-catching boobs, normally framed by necklines chosen for modest but tantalizing cleavage. On her backside is an ass tailor-made for faded jeans, the seam of which first hugs the contours of firm and muscular cheeks and then, down under, the lips of a meticulously trimmed muff. In short, daily visits to the gym returned the tone to her body that two pregnancies took away. Hubby likes his sex vanilla, not to mention his lifestyle. Occasionally he rolls onto her with 5 uninspired inches, mechanically plowing into an arid twat and grunting through a predictable routine that quickly culminates in his orgasm. She responds by manufacturing a convincing and simultaneous exclamation to mimic the same. However, once a week I have been enjoying her alter ego, a horny, creative little slut who greets me at the door with a damp little circle already staining her cotton panties. A year of kiddy lacrosse without hubby told me he was either too busy or too unconcerned to participate, and that was the scuttlebutt among our mutual acquaintances. In his absence, politely and congenially Denise and I exchanged weekly pleasantries. While I entertained fantasies of her stripping to twist gymnastically into revealing spread-eagle positions, we platonically discussed the minutia of our lives: peewee sports, our kids in the same kindergarten class, mortgages, and home repair. But one blessed day her daughter forgot her sweater at our house after my son’s birthday party. Trying not to sound too eager, I volunteered to return it on my way to work. I called first, the day before, to let her know I was coming, and she sounded delighted and grateful, not having remembered that she had misplaced the sweater in the first place. The next day when she answered the door her outfit, at least in my overactive imagination, told me she had anticipated my visit. I expected formless sweats, the attire of many stay-at-home moms. You don’t dress up mid-day to clean the house or receive a forgotten sweater. But today she wore a stonewashed, silk, eggplant-colored blouse, not sheer but thin as gossamer, unbuttoned to reveal just a hint of a dark olive bra and the pallid tops of her ample boobs. Unbelted faded jeans hugged her ass like a second skin. As she greeted me with a sweetly nervous smile I worked to avoid staring at both taut nipples protruding through the thin material of her top. Going barefoot on a chilly autumn day highlighted a gold chain that adorned her petite ankle. We anxiously chatted in the hall, and after our talk lengthened and grew relaxed she invited me in for a cup of coffee. From the dining room table I drank in the twin orbs of her backside as she primed the coffee maker. She repeatedly turned to look at me throughout our talk, and in that half-turned profile she highlighted all of her lovely assets. But this private conversation lacked the mundane, matter-of-fact quality of our public encounters. She clearly hurried to make the coffee. Somehow I sensed, and I am not used to such prognostication, that I might not be going to work that day. I started to daydream about canceling a series of meetings. Seeing a family picture I broached a subject new to us, marriage, and she brushed off the topic by saying that she did not want to spoil her mood. When I excused myself to use the bathroom I noticed emerald green satin lingerie draped across the washing machine and, in the top of the open trash can, a package that recently held olive, cotton, string bikini panties that appeared to match her brassier. My cock started to stiffen almost immediately, because everyone I have ever known buys new underwear for very specific and special occasions. I could only hope that this was one of those occasions. Returning to the kitchen I noticed that she had chosen to sit close to my chair. Her legs were crossed and extended quite close to me. The foot with the anklet dangled languorously and swinging her toes back and forth in my direction. Assertively, since I really didn’t know her all that well, I admired her anklet. She afforded me a closer look when she raised her leg and placed her foot in my hand, turning it outward to better reveal both her ankle and her inner thigh. Her muscular leg was limp in my hand as I tentatively cradled her heel in my palm. “Ted thinks it is not exactly adult jewelry. Do you like it” she asked. “Very much,” I replied, “there’s nothing childish about it on your ankle.” When I moved to return her foot to the floor her leg slowly fell uncrossed, and both legs lazily stretched towards me. Her pussy lips were prominent and puffy in the crotch of her aged jeans and noticeably split by that lucky seam into an inviting camel toe. Her eyes caught mine as I stared mesmerized at the faded denim of her crotch. I sat forward with what I imagine was a serious and gently determined look on my face and, doing so, spread my legs to reveal the beginnings of a spontaneous erection. She wordlessly held my gaze, her emerald eyes glistening around dilating pupils. Time slowed to a crawl as I made a decision and chose between retreating and acting on my lust. Rather than fumble through a cliché, I leaned forward and said, “Forgive me if I am making a terrible mistake,” and kissed her softly. Following her lead and intensity I received her probing tongue in an awkward, still-seated, half-embrace that quickly moved from a hesitant embrace to our lips roughly crushing together. Soon she lightly touched my chest to break the kiss. With her hand planted on my right breast she said, with a conspiratorial smile, “the only mistake we’ve made has been waiting this long.” Then clenching my shirt in a fist, she pulled me forward into another kiss as her arms moved to encircle my neck. We kissed endlessly to breathlessness, our tongues and lips dancing in a frenzied ritual. My hands soon found their way to the sides of her breasts, firm to the point of exploding the supple confines of her lingerie. The door was now open, and I felt free to explore her fully. Pulling away from our embrace, I knelt between her legs and laid a hand on her pussy. Her crotch was soft, swollen, and radiating warmth. She responded to my touch by rotating her hips slightly upward and into my palm while further parting her thighs. A barely audible “oh” rode her breath as she exhaled contentedly, as if she had been holding the breath all morning and had been waiting for me to liberate it. With a finger she tickled her mound by tracing an outline of the fingers of my hand to encourage whatever I intended. But I am never quick. Lovemaking, though at times rough and frenzied and best typified as “fucking,” should be an act of modulation, punctuated by highs and lows. And this was a time to tease and deny. I straightened and removed my hand from her pussy while hers remained there quite naturally. I reached a finger toward her lips, but she intercepted my hand at the wrist and moved to lick the pad of my index finger and place it into her mouth, first the tip and then the full length. She did not suck it, but rather held it in her wet warmth. First I felt the playful sharpness of her front teeth and then the silken attention of her tongue as she sinuously swirled it around my finger, her eyes momentarily closed, a simple act that drove me wild with possibilities. “Stand up,” I roughly whispered, and I guided her to her feet and into me with one hand curled inside of both her blouse and her bra, feeling the warmth of her breast on the back of my hand as our long, passionate kisses began to sting our lips. She clutched at my waist and then at my ass, pulling me tightly against her to grind her stomach into my engorged cock as her hands began to squeeze and dig into the base of my ass cheeks and the backs of my balls. She backed away and pulled my hand from her blouse with so as to unbutton it, circling with a finger the silhouette of an erect nipple in the opaque cup of her bra, her eyes half-closed as she drank in the sensation. I fleetingly imagined her masturbating alone on her couch to punctuate a long, boring day, her jeans pulled to her knees, her hands silently working inside her panties. She placed my hand on her breast where hers had been, holding her hand over mine while all the while we kissed, our tongues exploring as our lips became redder. Again this was moving too fast for me. I stepped a half-pace back from her and said in a gently commanding manner, “strip for me.” “Here?” she questioned, belying both nervousness from the unfamiliar request and a willingness to please. “Yes, but just to your panties,” I said, as I smiled and sat down to watch, my finger tracing the outline of my cock through my jeans. Like a schoolgirl about to get laid for the first time, self-consciously touching her tongue to her upper lip and front teeth, she pulled her blouse from her jeans and unbuttoned the last button. After first pausing for a moment to think she turned away. She removed the blouse and let it drop to the floor to reveal her back crossed with her thin bra strap. I soon learned that what I first thought was shyness was an erotic theatricality that she had little chance to exercise in her marriage. With a snap she undid her front-clasp bra and then turned back, still covering her breasts from my eyes with two fingers holding the bra in place. “You are gorgeous,” I said, my fingers kneading the head of my cock, still horizontally squashed in my jeans. Keeping her eyes locked to mine she unzipped her fly with one hand as she let her bra fall to either side of her breasts. Her round, gravity-defying breasts, 34C I later learned, stood out from her chest as if still supported. Pink, petite and set in small, perfectly round areola, the skin of her nipples was drawn tight and framed against the alabaster skin of her abundant globes. “My god you have a fucking perfect body” I told her, emphasizing the word ‘fucking’ as she blushed full from the compliment. She knew she had great tits and loved the praise she rarely heard from her husband. She stroked both nipples with her thumbs, almost absentmindedly, and then focused her attention lower as she began to grow comfortable with our tryst. Her unzipped jeans revealed the top of her panties. Now she smiled confidently, again touching her tongue to her upper lip and teeth, and turned away after finally letting her bra drop to the floor. Now fully topless, her hands slipped inside her jeans as she began to push them off of her hips to reveal her perfectly formed ass. Her tiny panties still hid the heart-shaped cheeks that in the center fell into a deep crack that began as a dainty crease above her panty line and obviously widened as it descended to her pussy. She adjusted her panties as her jeans fell to her knees and then her ankles. She stepped out of them to reveal heaven on earth, the most stunning butt I have ever seen in the flesh. Her panties, tight and form-fitted cotton, dipped into her crack and slashed sideways across her cheeks. She turned to face me as her fingers glided across her stomach and down to stroke suggestively her pubic bone, one hand behind her fondling her ass, her eyes heavy lidded and staring straight through me, betraying her escalating desire. She wasn’t smiling this time when she finished her turn. She stepped forward, lifted one foot and placed it on the edge of my chair, wiggling her toes as they slid just under my balls, and asked me to remove her anklet. As I did I marveled at the growing damp circle in the crotch of her panties that now had far eclipsed its point of origin. I handed the anklet to her, and she teasingly held open the waist of her panties and dropped in the anklet, then returning her foot to the floor. Her fingers returned to her mound as she smiled and clenched together her legs, suggestively flexing her upper thigh muscles. “I think the coffee is ready,” she whispered impishly with raised eyebrows. By now I was so damned aroused that I could barely think straight. I should have acted romantically and tenderly kissed her. Instead, I did the animal thing and dropped to one knee, now barely able to contain the impulse to violently shred her panties and unceremoniously fuck her on the table between the coffee cups and the toast crumbs. Starting at her knees I slid a hand between her thighs, making circles as it climbed toward its prize. She obligingly parted her legs and returned one foot to the seat of the chair, as my fingers came to rest on the underside of her pussy now so close to my mouth. I traced the smooth and hairless skin along the outer seams of her panties. Reaching one finger inside, she shivered as link by link I drew out the anklet wet with her desire, feeling her trimmed pubic hair and distended lips on the backs of my knuckles. I dropped the anklet on the table and then savored her juices by rubbing my finger on my lips. I huskily ordered her to turn around, place her hands on the table and spread her legs. She turned and bent so low that her breasts were flattened on the table, her arms stretched over her head and hyper-extended as if she were pinned in that position. Her legs assumed a spread-eagle position that parted her veiled crack. She arched her back and cocked her ass upward in a way that stretched tighter the cloth of her panties, slightly pulling the fabric into her split. She breathed huskily as on all fours I unhurriedly licked and kissed and bit my way up the backs of her legs, starting with each ankle, first one and then the other. After caressing the length of each leg my tongue came to rest at the outer seam of her panties. I softly kissed all over the bare part of her ass, making sure as to avoid touching her luscious and inviting fissure. I blew my warm breath through her panties into her pussy and the crack of her ass as I dragged my nails up and down the backs of her legs. “Please” she implored as her thighs began to squirm, pushing her lovely bottom into my face. Slipping her panties off of each cheek and bunching the material thong-like into the crack of her ass, I flicked my tongue up and down the newly revealed landscape of her crevasse. I sucked and gently bit her firm globes, her perfumed and animal scent filling my head near to bursting as she showed her approval by further pushing toward me her derriere. The tang of her ass and pussy really began to get under my skin as I traced the outermost ridge of her crack with my tongue, painting a thin line on the circle of darker, hairless skin that formed the outermost ring of her little sphincter, still hidden and awaiting my attention. Her legs started to weaken as she whimpered “please.” I pulled down the rear of her panties just enough to reveal the top half of her fissure and tickled it with my tongue as my hand between her legs massaged her pubic mound through her sopping panties. When her legs began to buckle I suggested that we find a bed as I slipped her panties back into place. She arose and ran on wobbly legs to the living room, making sure that the front door chain was strung, preventing anyone from entering without first ringing the bell. She returned, hungrily rubbing my cock through my pants as she kissed me wildly. Getting in front of me, she placed my hands on her ass to lead me to the bedroom. I grabbed her panties with one finger as if they were a sort of tail and let myself be led. She hurriedly pulled the sheers in the bedroom and unexpectedly leaped under the covers, saying mischievously, “I can take it from here. Thanks for stopping by.” We both laughed, and then seriously determined she said “your turn to strip stud. I can’t wait to see you.” I sat and took off my shoes and socks, and then stood and removed my sweater and undershirt to reveal my 6’, 200 lb frame. I took off my belt and she said, “stop. Come here.” She sat up and, while placing a massaging hand on my crotch to finally feel my manhood, proceeded to suck my nipples, one after the other. She undid my button and unzipped my fly, finally running her fingers through my pubic hair. “Mmm, go on,” she said. I first took off my pants. But I stopped at my bikini briefs with my cock bulging through the material and reached in to stroke my cock, which I managed to keep in my briefs to draw out the suspense. She never looked me in the eye this whole time, instead focusing her attention on my crotch and legs. I finally removed my underwear to reveal my cock, eight circumcised inches curving gently to a head that is larger proportionally than the shaft. I stroked myself a bit longer, my cock pulsing from excitement, looking at her hidden under the covers, which she now kicked down to reveal her body, her legs spread akimbo as her finger ran up and down her wet slit, still hidden in her soaked panties. “Stand on the bed and let me see you” she said. I somewhat self-consciously mounted the bed and stood with my arms on my hips, first facing away from her. She rose to her knees and, coming up behind me, placed one hand between my legs on my balls and played with them as she kissed all over my ass. I turned and she took a long breath and said “oh my.” Taking my cock in her hand, she rubbed her parted lips back and forth on my member. She licked the precum from the head, which caused my whole body to jerk as she hit the sensitive tip. I knelt in front of her and kissed her long and hard. She moaned and said, “We have to fuck before I go crazy. But you are much longer than I’m used to, so be gentle.” I replied that I had never finished with her ass. That tongue again touched her upper lip through a smile, and she rolled over without prompting, now laying flat. She peeled her panties off of her ass to reveal fully her hidden fruit. I finished removing them, positively drenched. She has that sort of crack that was always slightly parted at the base, offering a glimpse of her ass hole and her pussy even when her legs were still together. I spread her legs about as far as they would go, while she arched her back and pushed up her butt for a deliciously sultry effect. Her little puckered ass hole was hairless and quite tiny, a pink and tan color, and so small that it probably never had been breached. I touched it with one finger, just to see how she would react, and though she jumped slightly as gooseflesh covered her legs in response, she pushed into me rather than withdraw from the sensation. The thought of fucking her ass made my cock feel hard enough to burst, my pre-cum now beginning to run down the head. I grabbed her panties and lay down next to her. I untangled them and placed the crotch over her mouth and kissed her through the wetness. She pushed her mouth frantically into mine when I did this, breathing in deeply to inhale her scent. Then, true to my word, I moved to her ass hole. Laying on my stomach between her legs, I first licked the length of her crack, starting with the back of her pussy with my nose tickling her ass hole and continuing to the top of her crack, painting up and down with my wet lips and the firm tip of my tongue. I momentarily rose and pulled back both of her arms to place her hands one on each cheek. She followed my lead and obediently spread further her ass cheeks. Her little muscle was so tightly drawn that even this stretching failed to draw it open even a centimeter. I first licked her cheeks between her individual fingers so subserviently holding open her luscious flesh. I eventually focused on rimming her wrinkled little ass hole as she began to moan incoherently with her face buried in the pillow. I continued to rim and gently stab at her little tailpipe, telling her that I never imagined prim and proper Denise would behave like such a slut. An Afternoon With Denise Ch. 02 “You know, I just realized I’m out of baby oil” the voice on the other end of the phone said matter-of-factly, as if this were the middle of a conversation and not the first sentence out of the phone. “What? Who is this?” I sputtered to the strangely familiar voice. “Baby oil, you know lover, its clear and slippery,” she giggled, and then I recognized Denise. “Jesus, warn a guy before you do that” I said, glancing awkwardly at the student sitting in my office who had been discussing his academic future. My uncharacteristic response drew his attention, so I carefully chose my words from then on. “So when can you drop that by?” she continued after a pause, clearly relishing my discomfort. I glanced at the calendar on my desk blotter, “uh, Wednesday afternoon?” I offered, my loins tingling at the memory of our first rendezvous last week. “No, too risky,” she said, “It’s gotta be a morning.” Shit, I thought. “Ok, how about Friday around 9:00,” I responded, “but I work out early and then I’ll need to go home to clean up.” After a pause she said, “No, you won’t. Just bring a change of clothes with you. We’ll take care of you here,” she added. “Ok then. Friday it is,” I offered finally, trying to return my attention to my student. “Perfect” she cooed, extending the ‘r’ into a purr. “Friday is Brian’s root canal day” she laughed. “You are up for a root canal, aren’t you” she asked, posing the absurd question as a double entendre. “Of course, Darling” I said. “We all need to take care of our teeth” I continued, knowing that my student wouldn’t know the difference between my wife and my affair. “I’m partial to the unscented kind. Friday then, ” she finished, as if she had just made a tennis date rather than an appointment for hours of screwing, and then hung up as abruptly as she had begun. I finished the conference with my student, only barely paying attention to what he was saying. Baby oil? This will be interesting. The hard part will be waiting all week until Friday, I thought, but what a way to begin a Monday. Denise turned out to have some kinks that I don’t think even she was aware of until last week, and I could only guess how far we could take them. Time would tell. Friday finally arrived, a clear day but cold as hell for late fall. I went to the gym as I usually do, spending 45 minutes on a recumbent bike and another 30 doing a light workout on the weight machine. Since I never use the locker and shower facilities, always preferring to shower at home, showing up in my shorts and a sweatshirt was normal. But not going home afterward felt odd as I trotted to my car in my workout clothes, wet-sweated from my exertions. I parked a block away from her house and walked a roundabout path to her door, the large bottle of baby oil conspicuously heavy in the breast pocket of the leather jacket I threw over my sweatshirt, my change of clothes swinging in a bag at my side. Denise answered the door in an ankle-length, maroon terrycloth robe with her hair pulled into a ponytail behind her head. Her eyes were electric and animated. Pulling me inside, she kissed me long and full as she reached under my jacket to encircle my waist with her arms, not wasting time at coquettish seduction after last week when we had thoroughly broken the ice. I don’t believe she was wearing anything under the robe. Her boobs felt bare and firm and her nipples stabbed my chest through the bulky cloth of the robe. Her ass as well seemed panty-less under the terrycloth as I kneaded her exquisite backside. She palmed my nascent erection through the thin material of my nylon shorts. Then she dragged her fingernails up my bare thigh and slipped her fingers under my shorts to tickle my balls through the sweat-soaked briefs, pulled tight against my body from the cold weather. I thought my locker-room ambience would deter her until I cleaned up. I was wrong. “Miss me?” she asked. “What’s not to miss,” I responded as I managed to kiss her once more as she pulled away, my lips left kissing the air. “Make yourself at home ‘till I’m ready,” she teased. “ I won’t be long.” I removed my jacket and hung it on an antique oak coat rack, the sole interesting piece of furniture in the front room. Then I sat on the couch and surveyed the sterile décor of a short and narrow living room. A taupe couch, matching chair and a coffee table were the only furniture, while a floor to ceiling, wall to wall mirror at the room’s end enhanced the sense of space in the undersized living room, and that curiously was blocked by the ill-positioned chair in front of it. In an area remarkably free of knick-knacks, only a ceramic candy dish sat on the table. Remembering from last week the chain on the front door, I entertained a surge of paranoia and for a small sense of security arose to slip it into the notch. I was glad the house was warm, as I was chilled in my wet clothes. She was right, she didn’t take long to return. My jaw dropped when she slipped quietly into the doorway, wearing a fluffy, long sleeved sweater and translucent patterned panties. Both were white, and the panties barely peaked out of the base of her fluffy, oversized sweater. Her hair now freely spilled over her shoulders. The style of her panties was new to me I realized as she spun once runway-model style, boldly holding up the hem of her sweater to give me a clear view of them. Their flat, straight, low-slung waist barely covered the top of her trimmed pubic hair or the start of her crack at the base of her spine. Viewed from the back they were an enticing frame for her luscious ass, as they left bare and accentuated the bottom roundness of her cheeks as they tightly hugged her form, digging deeply into her tender fissure from front to back as if they were body paint and not clothing. Boy shorts they are called, and they highlighted her stunning rear assets with their semi-transparent lace that more than alluded to what they scarcely concealed. White open-toe sandals with a short narrow heel rounded out her outfit and added to her height by emphasizing the long and luscious stretch of smooth, bare legs in between. My cock packed stiff with blood as she made her way to the couch. Mounting me as if she was throwing a leg over the saddle of a horse, she came to rest on my lap, facing me and straddling my thighs. Her muscular legs pushed mine together, uncomfortably squishing my balls, with her ass neatly balanced on my knees. “You like?” she asked as she ran a finger in a circle in the whorls of my left ear, giving me goose-flesh. She then gently kissed both of my eyelids. Her sweater smelled faintly of perfume, but a musky hint of arousal hung around her, as if she had been pleasuring herself before I arrived. I massaged her backside and stroked my fingers up and down the splayed fissure of her ass, the fabric of her panties so thin and form-fitting that I could feel the contour of her puckered dimple and considered violating their flimsy veneer with a well placed stab of my finger. The crotch was already damp and clinging to her swelling pussy. As I stroked her split she started to breathe deeply and closed her eyes to get her bearings as she began to lose herself in the sensation. She asserted control and took my hands in hers, holding them momentarily to her face to kiss them, and then our fingers interlaced as she kissed me intensely as her tongue flicked deeply into my mouth, suggestively fencing with mine. She finally let go of my hands and cradled my face in her hands. “One thing,” she said out of the blue, the phrase hanging in the air in need of a complete sentence. “Yes?” I responded, not exactly knowing what she was going to say as her hand absent-mindedly traced circles on my chest. “Ok,” she smiled, pausing for a moment with her eyes scanning the room as the tip of her tongue perched on her upper teeth. “I want to fuck you in every room of the house” she burst out laughing. “Today?” I asked seriously, aware of two late day meetings that I could not miss. “No silly, eventually. But let’s say today’s living room day,” she announced with mock seriousness. “It’s got a nice mirror,” she continued, her eyes still surveying the room, “but not much else. I never really do anything in here” she giggled, “so I’ll do you.” As she returned her eyes to gaze at me she reached aside and under her and through the crotch of her panties, returning with her middle finger soaked with her clear juices. She dabbed a viscous finger on my mouth as if she was applying lip gloss, the clean scent of her pussy rising like a drug to my brain. She eagerly kissed and sucked her sap off of my lips, ending with a playful bite. “Ok?” she concluded assertively, with a question needing no answer. She backed off of the couch and went to the coffee table. Turning away from me and bending over, which further dug the material of her panties into her crevasse, she picked up a pink lozenge from the candy dish. She turned and offered it to me, sliding it along my lips. I tried to take it with just my lips, but she only wanted to tease me with it, and after I had wet it with the tip of my tongue she withdrew it. Straightening and planting a foot on the couch, posed to display for me the outline of her pussy under the material, she inserted two fingers sideways into the crotch of her panties and, closing her eyes, appeared to part her lips and maneuver the candy into her damp gash. She then inhaled her scent and licked her fingers clean as I stared dumbfounded. “I really hope you like raspberry,” she smiled, her breath growing huskier as she curled cat-like next to me on the couch, with both of her legs draped over mine. As I leaned into her for a kiss, she crossed one leg far over the other and rotated her torso onto her side, doing her best to point her ass into the air and slightly away from me. She breathed more heavily as her hand lazily meandered up and down the channel of her own rear. Finishing her little show, she again slipped her hand into her panties and removed it. She put her fingers into her mouth and savored her taste, as much as she relished the look of raw lust in my reaction. After sucking on them she dragged them roughly over my lips, wet and pungent with her scent, tinged with the faintest aroma of fruit, and then leaned in to kiss me. I fondled her breasts as we kissed, feeling her nipples hard beneath the sweater, first teasing them gently with my thumbs, and then harder as her passion rose with each kiss. She moaned softly and ground one knee into my crotch as she reached under my sweatshirt. No longer sensing she wanted tenderness, I firmly twisted her nipples through the sweater and more forcefully massaged her breasts. After she pulled off in one motion my sweatshirt and tee-shirt, she lowered her head to lick my nipples, now nearly dried, first gently, but soon she was enthusiastically sucking and licking them, her low moaning reminiscent of a cat purring. “You did work out today,” she said as she inhaled deeply from my chest and ran her hands through the triangle of hair in the center. Her head now bent further, I held it there with my fingers entwined in her hair and stopped her attempt to rise and kiss me. She read my intent, and pulling her knee out of my crotch she teasingly licked her way down to my navel, essentially French kissing it over and over. Slipping a hand between my shorts and briefs, she combed her fingers through my wet pubic hair and freed my rigid cock so that it stood straight. “Hello” she softly spoke, as if she were speaking only to herself. She licked the head, first cleaning the slick precum from the tip, and then circling and swishing her tongue around the head, her saliva freely bathing my shaft. She asked me to stand as she kneeled on the floor in front of me as if she were about to meditate. “Mmm, you taste salty,” she announced. “And I really want to suck your cock” she added coarsely, her eyes dilating as she pulled down my shorts and briefs to my ankles. “Sit back now and get sucked,” she continued, and proceeded to remove my sneakers and socks. She bent prostrate to the floor and kissed the tops of my toes, dipping the tip of her tongue between each to bathe me with her saliva, purring and breathing heavily through her nose, apparently relishing the ambience from my workout. She pushed my legs far apart and kissed and nibbled her way up the insides of my thighs to my knees and then more slowly to my balls and the base of my member, now perceptibly throbbing in time with my heartbeat. Placing her hands behind my knees, she pushed my legs up onto the couch and then tried to pull me forward to better service my exposed balls. Glancing at the mirror, I suddenly felt inspired. “Wait,” I stopped her. “I want to watch your ass in the mirror while you suck me.” Smiling and cocking an eyebrow, she stood and pulled me up standing, kissing me with one hand behind my head as she dug the fingers of her other hand into the walls of my crack, still wet from over an hour of exercise. We repositioned the large chair to about five feet from the mirror but now facing it. I sat, drew my legs up and draped them over the padded arms. From our last rendezvous I knew what she wanted and sliding forward brought my bare asshole and balls to the very edge of the chair. She again kneeled in front of me and bowed slightly as she spread her legs to give me a fantastic reflection of her bottom in the mirror. She slowly wiggled her hips and drank in my reaction with a grin. Her eyes darted back and forth from mine to my crotch as she tickled with her fingers my sweaty balls and ass. “I’m glad you like my butt,” she said with a twinkle in her eye as she brought her hand between her legs to touch her pussy and continued to undulate her hips. “How can you tell I really like yours” she asked, before I could respond to her first statement. “Lick my ass before you suck me” I demanded in a guttural voice as I pulled her head toward my crotch, “you know that’s what you want.” A barely audible “Yes I do” was all I heard as she first drank deeply of my scent and then began to kiss and suck the loose skin behind my balls while her hand continued to taunt her own sex through the crotch of her panties. Her purr became more pronounced and higher in pitch as she nuzzled my asshole and first covered it with light kisses, her nose planted between my balls. Soon her kisses became wet and frenzied as she slurped my back door with the deft sensuality she had used on my mouth, rimming me in a circle and then plunging her tongue home, dipping in and out of me for one dark kiss after another. She began to pine softly like a young girl, her voice still pitched high and needy as she was obviously consumed with what she was doing. “Neecie is a dirty girl” she finally said in an odd sort of little girl voice, her tongue continuing to service me all the while. “This is all I could think about all week” she then added in her normal voice, “I about wore out my fingers thinking about it. Brian was asleep, and there I was in the shower, frigging my ass with shower gel.” “You like being my little slut, don’t you babe,” I added as I took one hand and clenching her hair, forcefully held her face in my crack. She continued to circle the ring of my anus and stab her tongue as far as she could reach into my murky tunnel. I started flexing my ass muscle around her tongue, which only served to encourage her to go deeper, as if I were trying to deny her my depth, and she was not to be denied as she scraped her nails over my thighs for emphasis. I released the pressure on the back of her head, and as she licked her way up my balls and my cock, her tongue finishing like a minute paint brush, she tilted her head downward and took two thirds of my throbbing member into the moist warmth of her mouth. Sacrificing the hand that was stroking her pussy, she encircled my cock at the base with her index finger and thumb and consumed all of me that she could fit, gagging slightly on every third stroke as the head thrust into the back of her throat, her tongue wiggling to add to the sensations I felt. I sensed a familiar tingle behind my balls as she slipped a finger into my ass and began to match the rhythm of her finger to that of her mouth. “Pull off your panties” I said to her huskily, and she quickly pulled them down to her knees and returned to sucking me. “No” I said, “take them off and give them to me.” She slipped them off and proceeded to arch her back and spread wide her legs for me. The image I saw in the mirror was breathtaking. A stunning ass bare of even a wisp of hair in the crack framed a tiny tan and pink dimple without the slightest hint of a gap, sloping into her scrupulously trimmed pussy, visibly swollen but with the lips still tight. She gave me her panties with a look of need and curiosity. A pink circle stained the damp crotch from the dissolved lozenge. I hung them like a ring toy around the base of my cock. Aware that my first orgasm was soon not to be denied, I stopped her and sat up with my knees folded on either arm of the chair and my ass spread between, creating a space below for Denise’s hungry mouth. Needing no prompting, she turned to face the mirror and leaning back slipped her head into the space, burying her tongue in my puckered hole even before I lowered myself onto her face, reveling in the musky fluids of my crack while I gingerly stroked my cock, now primed to explode with the image of this gorgeous woman in heels and a sweater, her pussy bare and her head obscenely lodged between the chair and my nether region, her panties now draped over my balls and dangling down to her chin. Now the only question was where to cum. Ever the gentleman, I asked her. She pulled her head from under me and panted, “in my mouth, where else.” “Hold it open for me” I demanded, politeness giving way to need. “Wider my little tart” I added as she tilted her lovely head back even further, her eyes heavy lidded and surveying my meat, looking at me upside-down, her tongue flicking about snake-like as if searching the air for the impending gush of cream. I admired the graceful slope of her neck that descended to her covered breasts. “Take off your sweater” I panted, feeling the surge of cum about to erupt. The scene was erotically perfect as I gazed from the woman to her mirror image, from mouth to boobs to pussy, now wearing only her heels, just waiting for me to shower her nude body. “Open those luscious lips” I again panted, as she had closed them after removing her sweater. She wet her them with her tongue and parted them to receive my spunk, her hands lightly playing across her breasts to tease her nipples. It was all I could take. I opened up with three thick streams, followed by an endless dribble and a paragraph of undecipherable groaning. The first shot laid a solid ribbon of cum across her face, lips and chin, down her neck and between her heaving breasts. I remember thinking that I hadn’t shot such a long wad of cum since my twenties. The second briefly spun in the air like a creamy bolo before landing on her lower lip and chin, partly running down her neck. For the last I consciously aimed downward. Like a squirted projectile it found its way directly to her gag reflex, causing her to wretch and swallow and tilt forward her head. Then the endless dribble spattered throughout her hair, the little pearls of cum nestled in her red curls. She quickly regained her composure and apologized, tilting her head back to take me in her mouth. The position was not conducive to deep-throating me, so she turned to engulf me. She sucked with her whole throat, mouth and tongue, not just with her lips, the suction constant as she swirled saliva around my member, one of her hands still stroking her moist slit. An Afternoon With Denise Ch. 02 “Now it’s your turn babe” I said after lolling in her mouth until I grew flaccid, “whatever did you do with that oil?” She moaned with my cock still in her mouth. Removing it, she jumped up and ran from the room, only to return in an instant with the oil, warm after soaking in a pan of water on her stove. “Your oil sir” she said in mock obedience, presenting it to me as she kneeled between my legs. I smiled at her, her face, neck and breasts still slashed vertically with my semen, while a dollop of the sticky sauce dangled from her chin. “We’ve gotta get you cleaned up” I said, but didn’t foresee her reaction to my observation. She turned to the mirror and smiled when she saw her cum-soaked face and chest. Taking two fingers, she scooped my seed first from her chin first, and then rubbed the rest into her breasts, scraping the excess cum onto her tongue. “I must be a vampire” she observed, “I like it better warm. So you need to practice aiming that thing” she added with a grin. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her, relishing the sense of us both on her lips and mouth. Hauling her to her feet I backed her against the mirror and pinned her hands over her head. Slowly, one palm-full of oil at a time, I proceeded to lubricate the front of her body from the tips of her fingers to the bottoms of her feet. I massaged her skin in slow circles, my fingers working themselves into her arm muscles and imparting a healthy glow to her alabaster skin, augmented by the shiny oil. I kissed her smooth armpits before rubbing them with oil, this generating a moan of appreciation. Her breasts created the biggest stir when I teased them with the tips of my fingers as I kissed her, muffling the sounds of pleasure coming from the back of her throat. When I finally got around to kissing her nipples, she was twisting her hips into mine and throwing a leg around my body to drag me into full contact with her, an overture that I resisted with difficulty. It wasn’t easy to resist rubbing my body over her oiled tits, as her desire rekindled my own and began to stoke another erection. Last, I scraped my nails circularly around her petite areola, causing her to writhe and thrust her torso into the sensation. I kneeled and worked the oil into her belly, flicking my tongue in and out of her navel as I continued toward the goal of burnishing slick her entire body. Allowing her to lower her arms, I instructed her to stand with her legs spread and her labia parted with the fingers of one hand in an inverted ‘V’, her ass resting against the mirror behind her and the other still over her head. She looked so hot like that. Determined to drive her to distraction I dropped to the carpet and coated her toes and feet with the oil which ran down onto the leather of her heels. “Please stop teasing me” she pleaded. Her reward for her complaint was having the skin between her toes licked. Her body started to quiver, and I looked up to see her rubbing her swollen clit for relief. “Stop that and hold that little gash open for me” I said, and she closed her eyes and rolled her head from side to side as her fingers reluctantly returned to their original position. I massaged her leg muscles, working my way up first one and then the other, finally ending at her pussy. Her slit was literally foamy with her juices, and little bubbles nestled like pearls the entire length of the opening, leading to the swollen nub of her clit that now was distended through the parted hood, all framed in a short-trimmed bush. I licked up and down the inverted ‘V’ of her fingers, my tongue so close to her clit that she could feel my breath as I taunted her. Pulling her hand from her muff I had her squat even more, in a position that was somewhere between a ballet dancer and a stripper. I poured oil over both of her hands and told her that I wanted to watch her lubricate the skin between her thighs and her pussy, but not her pussy. That was off limits. “You are a fucking tease” she fired back through clenched teeth as she complied with my demand and roughly rubbed down her inner thighs, pulling at the skin leading to her mound. “Please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” she said over and over as she visibly began to shake from frustration, drawing her breath in short pants. When I rose and kissed her she slammed into my mouth so hard that I tasted blood from my teeth being driven into my lips, as she was intent on devouring my tongue and lips as her arms circled behind me. Her oiled fingers clawed into my crack, one finger slipping roughly into my ass as an anchor, motivating me to continue her torture. She fingered me, forcefully kissing me through the quick and ragged breaths and sliding her well oiled stomach across my inflamed and aching rod, her ass sliding left to right on the mirror like a windshield wiper. Pulling away I told her to face the mirror with her hands over her head and her legs spread, with her ass pushed out and back arched. “Give me your best ‘please ass fuck me’ pose” I said. She whined in an exasperated tone and complied, assuming from her position that relief was soon coming. She was wrong, but what a sight she was to behold. “Darling, just imagine me ramming into the back of your cunt in this position,” I taunted. She reacted to my words in an unexpected and initially confusing manner. As she spun she assumed the pose I requested and to punctuate her turn, before her hands went above her head, she reached around and slapped her own ass with a sharp crack, the oil on her hand adding to the smacking sound, leaving a red handprint on her right cheek. Only a fool wouldn’t have made a mental note of it as I proceeded to lick the backs of her ears, and then to circle my tongue inwardly in each ear, eventually planting the wet tip in the center as I reached down to tickle the finely groomed hairs of her muff that survived the razor. She whined hungrily, and her hips began to take on a life of their own as I teased her by stroking my cock up and down her crack. She began to pant and visibly flex her ass and pussy muscles, as if she could spontaneously will herself to climax or somehow grab my dick and consume it. After kissing her neck and admiring the spasms of her derriere, I rubbed oil into her back, frequently reaching around her to tease her nipples. Each time I brushed a finger across them, her body shuddered. I kissed the length of her spine, one kiss for each disc, from her neck to the beginning of her ass crack, now parted submissively with her legs so spread they seemed to be at right angles to each other, her back arched almost into a dancer’s bow with the muscles of her inner thighs pulled tight. Blowing air the length of her crevasse I continued to build the momentum. My hands went to her ankles to begin the slow climb to her ass, and as I passed her knees I finally noticed the trickle of sap running freely down her legs, still lightly tinted pink from the raspberry lozenge long ago melted. Giving in to my own desires, I licked my way up the insides of her thighs and sampled the raspberry juice that streamed from her longing. She arched her back still further and spread herself even wider for me, reaching around both hands to split her ass cheeks in anticipation of my tongue, roughly digging her fingers into her soft flesh. Her tiny ass hole, though petite as ever, was now slightly pushed out and showed the faintest sliver of darkness at the center, no doubt from her excitement, the relaxation of her sphincter and her roughly stretched backside. I resisted the urge to stab her with my tongue as I was not finished enjoying her most delightful body and wanted to save attending to her tender backside until the last possible moment. I drenched in oil her hands as they held her ass and told her to rub it into her cheeks. Now resting the side of her face on the mirror she did so with eyes closed, struggling to avoid her most tender parts, knowing that I didn’t want her fingering herself now, while pleasurable little noises came at the beginning of each breath. I rose and sat on the chair to watch her knead her butt and rub into it the warm oil. “Come here lover” I said, and her body toppled the short distance between the mirror and the chair. She moved to sit in my lap, and I repositioned her to lie face down across the chair with her derriere so close to my face that I could see minuscule beads of oil that clung to her tiniest hairs. Her backside in all of its glory lay before me, her back arched to push closer to me her backside, primed and lubricated, her scent wafting upward to fuel my own burning desire from that shapely, muscled tail. Last week I resisted taking her in the ass when she was spent from exertion. Today I would plumb those depths. I rubbed oil into her pussy, and she parted her legs in response. She keened pleasurably and encouraged me to continue, no doubt fearing that as before I would prolong this pleasurable torture, cruelly refusing to bring her to a climax. But from my down-turned hand I curled two fingers, parting with them the fleshy curtains of her enlarged labia. In a high whine she began to pant uncontrollably when I curled my fingers to massage the little knot of muscle and nerve behind her pubic bone, my thumb on her clit, as she spread her legs still more and tried to back her needy hole onto my fingers. The top joint of the middle finger of my other hand I slipped just inside her sphincter, now glistening with oil. As I vibrated my fingers rapidly on her G-spot she quivered and flailed about. Her ass bucked as she came in a fountain that soaked the chair cushion under me as it trickled down my wrist, thighs, and not just once, but several times. “Are you sure that you want to do this here” I asked, “this is really messing up your chair” I continued. “Fuck the god-damned chair” she eventually swore when she gained control, fighting for breath as she rode my fingers like a carnival ride, “I’ve never cum that hard in my life.” I laughed and smacked her ass with a resounding snap. She moaned with a deep satisfaction, so much so that she rose on her arms to crush her lips to mine, whispering under her breath and in my mouth, mid-kiss with her eyes closed, “don’t stop. . . that.” “So you like your taut ass slapped, don’t you” I teased as I smacked it hard again, “Tell me what she likes.” She couldn’t say it at first, instead taking my hand and placing it in the location where I first had spanked her. Refusing to scratch her newly found itch, I pulled my fingers from her aching pussy and dabbed them lightly across her buttocks and down her thighs to the backs of her knees. She squirmed under my tepid attention and slowly built up her courage to utter what seemed embarrassing for her to admit. Turning her head toward me with eyes defiant, the words seemingly wrenched from deep within her, she asked me, “Please smack my ass.” I leaned forward and planted a kiss on each oily cheek and then filled my palm with more of the greasy stuff, rubbing it profusely into the crack of her ass and her pussy. My middle finger I slipped deeply into her little tailpipe in one long stroke, passing easily the first tight ring of muscle, and feeling the grip of each succeeding ring. Removing my finger, I inserted the tiny plastic nozzle on the bottle directly into her gap and squeezed a flood of warm fluid into her chute. “Oh my god, what are you doing to me” she muttered breathlessly, running oily fingers through her cum-spattered hair. I reinserted my finger to find her chute virtually sopping. Stroking her hole in a circular fashion by rotating my finger, I stretched the muscles ringing her tunnel. I removed my finger to allow my other wrist to drape along her crack, so as to dip my fingers down to tease the nub of her clit. She quickly built to another orgasm, the pitch of her moaning heightening as her climax neared. When I felt it about to break as her body tensed, I lazily gave her five sharp cracks with a slight pause in between, each loudly resounding in the room and hanging in the air long enough for the next to take its place, the fingers of my other hand toying with her clit like a little pleasure knob. She bit into the arm of the chair and screamed, the orgasm washing over her body as she lost control, her whole frame heaving to the sensations as they crashed over her, juices again bubbling out of her pussy and onto my crotch below, soaking into the seat of the cushion. I found myself wetter than I was after my earlier workout. She was as ready as she ever would be to give me her ass. I turned her in my lap and pulled her up to kiss me. Her eyes seemed to peer right through me as we kissed, a mixed look of exhaustion, contentment and arousal on her face, the skin of which glowed from her exertions. Dragging us both to our feet, I pulled the chair closer to the mirror and turned it sideways, so close that her feet could rest flat on the surface. I had her kneel with her torso laying flat on the pillow wet from her orgasms, her boobs smashed into the soaked cushions. “I’m going to let you pace this my darling, as your back door is so very small. Now, raise that little tail end and take my cock.” Taking my member in my hand I positioned it just behind her pussy and, holding it there with one hand, rubbed it up and down through the furrow of her labia and then over her little dimple. I pulled her torso gently back onto the head, eventually sliding myself almost fully into her pussy. Out to the entrance and then back in to bottom out in her cunt, I slowly increased my speed and intensity so that I was soon fucking her, our hips slapping into each other as I gave it to her hard from the rear, my cock pistoning in and out of her pussy. She was a joy to screw. She swore richly, driving me to “fuck my little cunt” and a host of other comments that meshed with each other without rhyme or reason. When she closed on another orgasm I slowed and eventually came to a stop, sitting idle to let her feel my full warmth and length, pulsing my cock muscles to swell my head over and over again. When she reached under herself to diddle her clit I slapped her ass and forbade it and I removed her hand. Finally it was time to take what I had been dreaming of for days if not weeks. “Neecie’s going to get it up the ass now. Feel my cock? That will be in your ass soon” I said, waiting for a response that eventually came in the form of an action. She reached behind her and pulled apart her cheeks for me. “Don’t bother asking me to stop after we get started. Now bite on these” I said as I handed her panties to her, long ago removed. I found them underneath me after I rose from the chair. They were soaked with her juices, so much so that liquid would have dripped out had they been wrung out. She put took them in her mouth with a moan and then returned her hand to holding open her ass. I eyed her hole and slipped my head easily through the tiny muscle of her back door, which made a slurping sound as it was penetrated. She wailed, “oh my god no” and tried to pull up and off of me, virtually in tears. “You’re too big; I’m too little. No. Just fuck me. Oh just fuck me” she said as she struggled to reach the site of her discomfort and try to rub away the pain in her stretched exit. “No way Babe” I said firmly, and added with a vulgar, “It’s time for Neecie’s own little fudge pack” as I slapped her ass hard. I slid further into her and then backed out again to hover just inside of her sphincter, and again she wailed and pleaded for me to stop: “It feels like you’ve stuck your whole hand in me, oh god, please. You are too fucking big. I’ll do anything you want.” “I have what I want, and so do you” I said, slapping her ass again. I braced my legs so that she could not move hers, essentially trapping her in her bent position. On a whim, I reached forward and, taking her panties, stretched them out and slipped them into her mouth like a yoke, and with one hand on each side pulled them tight and back so that she was partly gagged and under my control. I had stared too long at her magnificent rear and dreamed too much of slipping my cock into that narrow tunnel. Her muscle gripped me so tightly that there was no way that I was going to give this up. She had a full ass, and even though the door was small, there had to be room there to expand into. I slipped forward into her as she gasped and pleaded through the panties that yoked her, whining through her nose. Her tunnel was so tight and unforgiving that though she was quite lubricated, my slide forward was not instantaneous, the rings of muscle one by one giving way to and then pleasurably gripping my shaft. She screamed and cried, clawing at the arms of the chair to regain her position and trying to pull herself off of me, but her efforts only served to drive me deeper into her, locking us into our dark tryst. What wouldn’t quite fit in her mouth or her pussy disappeared entirely into the dark warmth of her butt as I tired of being gentle and drove myself home. She flailed around to no avail trying to pull me out of her, kicking her feet on the floor, her body jerking about like a rag doll as she shook her head from side to side. Tears or sweat, I wasn’t sure which, ran down her cheeks, and they soon accompanied muffled but intense profanity as she struggled to control her reaction to my cock deeply imbedded in her ass. “Hold still” I whispered as I slapped her ass and let go of the gag with one hand. Virtually unmoving, buried deep in her anatomy, I began to flex my cock muscle, repeatedly swelling with blood the head. Her breath heaved each time I flexed, and slowly she began to respond to sensations other than pain. “Think of my cock drilled into your ass, Darling. Spread your legs so I can see better.” I let the panties drop and said “Haven’t you been thinking all week about my cock hanging out of your asshole?” “Yes” was her hissed response after a long pause. She reached back between her legs and stroked the base of my shaft, all that peaked out of her hole, one finger on either side of it rubbing her distended anus. “Now maybe I can really ass-fuck my little slut” I whispered, as I moved to stroke her nipples buried in the cushion of the chair. Her breathing still came in short gasps, no doubt in reaction to the pain. “I feel like I’m about to shit all over you” she managed to choke out. “That’s just my cock” I said, “now relax and take me like you have wanted to all along.” She lay on the chair, impaled on my cock, one hand slowly beginning to diddle her other hole as I finally began to stroke in and out of her ass, watching from the vantage point of her crotch spread wide and on display, her body and mind finally in sync as her hand began to dig into her pussy. When she started to whimper I slapped her ass hard, and then again, and then again, roughly kneading her soft cheeks, now being put through such rough treatment. The sight of my stiff cock sliding methodically in and out of her butt, so tight that the skin pulled along with it on the out-stroke, was about all I could take. I lost control as my orgasm sneaked up on me. I felt the cum build at the base of my cock and uncontrollably began to pound her poor ass, hand on her hips as I worked to pull her into me as I slammed into her to sound every millimeter of her. She screamed each time I slammed into her. Soon I was screaming with her as I pumped load after load of jism into her, so tight that if felt as if the cum was having trouble actually squirting from my head. She sensed my orgasm or felt the cum, I don’t know which, and fast on the heels of my release I felt her ass gripping me tighter as she reached around to slap her own ass, her screams now transferred into moans of pleasure. An Afternoon With Denise Ch. 02 When I eventually slipped from her ass a stream of oil and cum squirted out onto the carpet, no doubt driven by her tight ass muscles contracting back into their normal space. She lay on her back with her eyes closed and her hands cushioning her head, and on a whim I mounted her and wedged my cock between her tits and lazily fucked her boobs, the goo on my shaft a perfect lubrication. She finally regained some composure and opened her eyes, looking first not at me but at my cock below her chin. She took me in her hand and slowly ran her thumb from the base to the tip, squeezing out some final drops of my seed. She swallowed, and looking me in the eye, licked the cum from the tip of my cock. And then, sort of defiantly, she took my slimy head in her lips and held it there for a bit before letting it fall back to her chest. I could tell by the look in her eye she wasn’t done with the day. We finished with the living room as she said three things: “God my ass hurts.” “When do you have to be at work?” and, finally with a sly smile, “So are you up for that bath now.” Sorry, later, and yes were my responses. An Afternoon With Denise The words hit her like a shot of adrenaline and her ass began to buck into me. She apparently liked being talked dirty to, as she started to breath rapidly. I realized I might be able to coax from her an orgasm just by licking her ass and talking dirty to her. “Put your panties in your mouth, now” I ordered, and she did, stuffing the sopping crotch into her mouth and closing her lips on it, then returning her hand to hold open her cheeks for me. “I want to hear you cum while I lick your dainty ass hole” was all it took. I stabbed the tip of my tongue as hard as I could into her little brown button and raked my nails up and down her back as she exploded with a confused torrent of disjointed profanity I never would have imagined possible from her just two hours before. The words spilled from her uncontrollably, muffled from the panties she obediently held between her teeth: “Yes, suck my little ass hole. Stick your tongue in there and lick it. Oh Daddy, fuck, lick my little ass hole.” She came in wave after wave, and her words were drowned out by guttural noises, clipped words and plaintive moaning as her ass bucked wildly and the tiny muscle visibly pulsed with the waves. Her hands reached up and grabbed my hair to hold my head against her, forcing my face hard into her crack as she wiggled her hips and fluid gushed from her pussy and soaked the bed and my face. I have never seen a woman cum so much from a simple ass licking. Quick as she was done she spun around and kissed me, burying her tongue in my mouth, savoring the taste of her backside. “I’ve never tasted myself like this” she panted between kisses as she speared her tongue deep into my mouth and licked her juices from my lips. “I’ve never tasted my ass. Oh thank you for doing this. I had no idea this is what I wanted.” We kissed for a while longer when she said, “you must be dying by now. Turn about is fair play, right?” she asked. “Well, certainly” I said, not exactly knowing what she meant. “So are you ok with that?” she asked. “With what,” I questioned, “Why wouldn’t I be ok with anything you wanted to do?” She gave a little closed-mouth cry as she kissed me and finished with a tiny bite on my lower lip. With me on my knees, ass on my heels and sitting upright, she slid underneath me and unexpectedly pulled me down onto her face. Not wanting to hurt her I pulled up a bit, but she tightened her grip with her arms around my legs and pulled me full onto her face and began to lick my balls and moan softly as I played with her boobs below me. Soon she was licking my ass and vigorously rubbing her tongue up and down my crack as she alternately rimmed me and stabbed into me, her moaning increasing all the while. She wiggled out from under me and told me to lie in the same position she was first in, on my face and spread eagle, with my hands holding open my cheeks. She proceeded to fondle my balls from behind and to softly kiss my ass cheeks and she licked my hole, all the while moaning lowly. By now I was grinding my hips into the bed and about to burst. She told me to move to the edge of the bed and again get upright on my knees. She knelt on the floor at the side of the bed. In one move she grabbed my cock with her hand and took a good five inches of it into her mouth and started to stroke me slowly in the warm wetness, all the while softly growling in the back of her throat as her head bobbed on my dick. She placed one hand under me and began to play with my balls and ass hole as I grew near to exploding. Remembering her orgasm, I started to tell her to suck my cock harder, to take it deeper and called her a little ass slut. The more I did this the more noise she made, muffled by my cock three-quarters buried in her mouth. She pulled off, looked up at me and said breathlessly, “Make me swallow it all.” She engulfed me in her mouth and after one or two brief strokes, slipped a wet finger into my ass and began to synchronize her mouth and her finger. I started to cum, insanely cum. I reached behind her head, grabbed her hair and forced my cock deeper into her, the head ramming the back wall of her throat and gagging her as I gushed out what felt like a fire hose full of jizz. She never missed a beat, moaning, fingering my ass with one hand, my hand holding her head impaled on my gushing cock while she choked and swallowed down every drop. She held me in her mouth for several minutes after I was done cumming. Eventually slipping her finger from my ass, she looked up at me and daintily tasted it with her tongue. I grabbed her wrist and shoved her finger full into her mouth. She could have curled it up and refused, but she didn’t. She held it there, no doubt contemplating that what was now in her mouth had just been up my ass. I let go of her wrist, and she removed her finger and wiped it dry with a giggle on a nearby T-shirt on the foot of the bed. I thought she was finished after she lay her head on my thigh for a bit, but she remained on the floor as I ran my fingers through her hair. Soon she looked up at me, playing with my balls in her hand and said, “When do you have to be at work?” “Later,” was all I said and all the answer she needed. She started to kiss my inner thighs as I continued to run my hands through her tangled hair. Soon she was nuzzling my balls with her nose and mouth, and then her tongue. Soon my cock was back in her mouth as she stroked and sucked from me the last drops of cum from before. With little prodding, she soon had my cock hard and ready to go again. “How long are you,” she asked with a silly grin after pulling me from her mouth. “Eight inches or so I think,” I said. “But size doesn’t really matter I’ve been told” I added. She licked the head of my dick and, groaning, slid it almost full into her mouth again, straining to engulf three-quarters of it. “Yes, it does matter” she laughed after she removed it. “You feel like a horse in my mouth,” she continued. She stood and walked to a closet and after digging around in the back, returned with a brown paper bag. She took out a tube of KY jelly and laid it on the pillow without saying a word. She sat in front of me, took my face in both her hands and said matter-of-factly, “You are going to have to be very gentle, because I’ve never done this or anything with anyone as big as you. Ok?” she asked. “Ok” I responded with mock seriousness, the head of my cock almost splitting open from what I assumed was the opportunity to nail that unimaginably tight little tail. Perhaps she mistakenly assumed that she wasn’t wet enough for me. Either way, I kissed her gently, and then told her to get on her hands and knees. She did, but let her torso slip so that her face and arms lay on a pillow with her ass high in the air and her back arched. I sat cross-legged in front of her swollen pussy and her diminutive ass hole. Almost reverently, I kissed her right there, and proceeded to lick and rim her while I massaged the swollen lips of her pussy. Her breathing became more and more ragged. After a few short moments I reached for the KY and squirted a handful into the palm of one of her hands. “I want to watch you finger your ass for me.” “Me finger it?” she asked. “Yes darling, you and your very own tight little back door. From what I’ve seen from you today, you will love it,” I said, playing to her desire to cut loose. She reached up between her legs and first began to finger the slit of her pussy as she took deep breaths and slowly engulfed her fingers, first one and then two. “Oh this feels so good” she said, “I can’t believe I’m even doing this. I feel like some sort of stripper on a stage.” “A private stage, all for me,” I said for encouragement, and the words drove her fingers still deeper into her. She kept fingering herself for and then rolled onto her back, laying her knees as far to the side as she could. This time one finger worked on her engorged clit with her other hand dipping in her slit as she closed her eyes and moaned. “Now your little butt honey. I really want to watch you finger that little ass of yours,” I said. “Your little fingers before my big fingers before this” I said, grabbing my cock for effect. She tentatively slipped a finger into her back door and continued to work on her pussy with her other hand. Her skin started to flush as she began to get into what she was doing. I had been stroking myself the entire time I had been watching her, but now took her foot in my hand. Knowing she was moving into new territory for her, I started to kiss her toes, and then to lick between her toes, as if the space between each toe was a little pussy unto itself. She reacted instantly and began to finger herself more vigorously as she began to let out little cries of pleasure. “Two fingers now, honey,” I said, “loosen up for me babe.” So she slipped a second one into her ass and then both fingers pushed up to the second knuckle as her other hand curled into her pussy and futilely clutched at her G-spot. She began to let out little cries in time with the motion of her hands and her breathing. She pulled both legs further back and began to rock herself into an orgasm, almost forgetting I was there. I marveled for a while at the scene and then reached forward and unceremoniously pulled her fingers from her ass and inserted to the hilt my own, dry index finger. She let out a hoarse scream and began to vibrate furiously the hand in her pussy as she closed in on an orgasm. At the last possible moment I wrenched her hand from her pussy and curled my fingers almost precisely into her G-spot. I stopped massaging rhythmically and began to vibrate the fingers that momentarily controlled her very being. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she started to cum, fluid cascading from her hole as if she was taking a little piss, spilling over my hands and wrists as she throatily swore about having her asshole split open and how she loved being my whore. She grabbed at her tits and twisted her nipples and then reached down to try to grab my wrists to push them further into her darkness. I removed them both, quickly leaving a void, before her orgasm had subsided. “NO, no, no,” she said loudly, and then “please, please” more softly. She quickly sat up and kissed me hard as her right hand returned to comfort her abandoned pussy. I kissed her briefly and pushed her down onto the bed and onto her side. I straddled the thigh of her left leg and with one hand pushed the other into a jackknife position bent at the knee. She dutifully grabbed onto her leg and pulled it back to part her crotch like a model in a porn magazine. I inserted just the head of my cock into her pussy and then with drew it, the suction making a popping sound. “No,” she whimpered as I withdrew it. I did it again and again, giving her the promise of my length and then withdrawing it, the motion evolving the popping sound to more of a slurp as her juices began to flow freely. Again and again I teased her until it was time to give her all eight inches. In one long, slow stroke I pierced her with my cock, by now as hard and swollen as it could be, the head bottoming out on her cervix before I could bury the entire length in her. She screamed throatily, and I withdrew it to the tip and plunged in again, with much the same reaction, a raspy scream. I then planted as much as I could in her and stopped moving, merely pulsing my cock muscles. Her body began to jerk with each pulse. With my left hand I tenderly began to massage her clit. With my right I introduced my thumb to her ass, wiggling it in her fundament as I teased her hypersensitive clit, exposed from its hood by engorgement and her splayed crotch. It was time again for her to cum, and I piston-like stroked my length in and out of her, my thumb roughly working her ass with my hand clutching her wet ass cheek. Beads of sweat dotted her body and her alabaster skin was flushed red as she began to cum again. Her leg began to waver in the air and I removed her hands, unfolded it and lay it long to the left of me, the position revealing more of her sphincter for me to work with my thumb. The orgasm literally wracked her body like a small seizure. She didn’t swear or flail about this time. She just succumbed to the pleasure and tiredly let it wash over her in waves, her body quivering in time to the spasm of her pussy and ass muscles pulsing around my thumb, her juices dribbling out of her hole despite the lengthy cork I held there. Obviously she was exhausted. But I was not yet finished. Her ass was there for the taking, lubricated and ready and no doubt as relaxed as it would ever be. But I sensed that she was drained, and I have never been one to make love unless both parties could fully enjoy the experience. Reluctantly, but practically, I withdrew my cock from her slowly, and she softly cried as I did it. I positioned her extended legs next to each other and, moving up her body, straddled her stomach and placed my length between her lovely breasts. I held them together and began to stroke myself back and forth as they were more than amply lubricated from our sweat and her juices. She recovered from her orgasmic lethargy and put her hands in place of mine on either side of her boobs, holding them together more forcefully than I, forming a solid tunnel of flesh for my pleasure. I balanced myself with my hands on her hipbones behind me and watched my cock slip back and forth between her tits. Her eyes were half closed but she was obviously dedicated to making sure that I enjoyed myself as much as she had. As I started to work up to an orgasm she removed her hands and, taking my cock in hand, with one hand on my balls, she said “in my mouth.” I rose so as to slip my length into her mouth and mounted to an orgasm. She tickled my balls, literally guiding my body with that hand and one finger on my ass hole as well, while the other hand stroked my cock and kept it firmly in her mouth. When I came I did so with an animal groan. She kept my head just inside her lips and sucked me dry from the tip as her hand milked out the last of my cum into her waiting mouth. She removed me from her mouth and reached up to pull my head downward. She pulled me by my hair to her as she rose up to meet me. Putting her throat next to the side of my head, in a loud gulp she swallowed my cum next to my ear for me to hear. She then kissed me one last long hard time for the day, my taste and hers mingled thoroughly in our mouths. “Where did you get that one,” I smiled, amazed at the final flourish of loudly swallowing my cum for me to hear. “Cosmo,” she responded, “Sex tips for the modern woman, or something like that I think.” Did you like,” she inquired. I kissed her hard as a response. No words were needed. After about fifteen minutes of holding each other she said that she had to get the house together and that we could continue this again, if I wanted. No commitments; just fun. Yea, I wanted. I dressed while she watched and sleepily played with her pussy as I did so. She slipped on her T-shirt, the wet one she earlier had wiped her finger on. We both washed up, and she walked me to the door. We shared a final kiss, spearmint clean from the dentist’s bounty of toothpaste. No doubt on a whim she pulled me back into her front door as I was leaving and, after drawing a finger along the slit of her moist pussy, bare under a T-shirt, removed it and put it into my mouth to taste her one last time. “Don’t forget,” she said as she held it there. The door closed and I stopped to glance around at the sunny, crisp fall day before I made for my car and an afternoon at work. And I still made it to my afternoon meetings. But this was just the first of many encounters with Denise, as together we explored our sexuality through a wonderful affair.