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Lick

By: masterfully



As I lie here next to him, I realize, I have been sexually stifled. Boxed in by what is expected of a nice southern girl. 

I want to do ghastly things to him while he sleeps.

I want to see his shocked face when he awakens to find himself tied down face deep in my pussy. 

I hold the back of his head, as he attempts to come up for air. I look lustfully into his eyes and scream, LICK!! No other words or sounds are needed.

He understands that if he wants to cum; if he wants to breathe; if he wants to live, then he must LICK me as if his life depends on it, because it does.

The insane thoughts swirl inside my head so fast that I hardly notice him yell my name, "Rita!."

"Yes honey, I hear you. What is it?"

"My suit is ready at the dry cleaners. Can you pick it up on your way to the gym? And if you are not too busy, could you make a couple of extra servings for dinner. I am having a few of my business partners over after work."

"Of course, anything else?

"No that's it. Is there something troubling you? You seem different."

"Well since you've asked, Yes, there is. I'm fucking bored outta of my goddamn mind."

"I thought everything was going good, honey. Rita, where is all of this coming from?"

"It's coming from deep inside of me. It's coming from a place that you haven't touched in a long fucking time. So, No honey, everything is not good. It is my turn to tell you what I need you to do for me."

"What is this? Who are you? I want the person I married back. You can't talk to me like..."

"Like what! Like a woman who wants to fuck the shit out of her man."

"Rita, I..."

"If you say another goddamn word, I'm gone. I'm done taking orders. I don't give two shits about you having to go to work. You can call-in. You've done it before, so you will do it again."

I take his briefcase out of his hands, undo his neck tie, and tie it around his eyes. He is silent and probably a little scared, but his dick is saying he is ready for whatever is about to happen. 

I lead him into the middle of the shower fully clothed. 

I turn on the water and step out to watch his bewildered actions as his clothes become drenched. He knows that if he utters one word, he will lose the woman that he thought he knew and needs so much. 

I step back into the shower and begin to take off his wet clothes piece by piece. 

I pour soap all over his body. Rub and caress every inch of his defined physique starting at the top of his head, and working my way down his back to his firm ass. 

I reach toward the front of him to feel his slick chest, and let my hands slowly make their way to his swollen dick; I quickly let go as if his dick is on fire and back away. 

He thinks I have left again, but then realizes my presence as he feels my warm breath traveling down his spine.

I kneel down behind him, and give his ass a hard bite. I feel him beginning to tremble uncontrollably. He has to be wondering if I'm possessed; And the truth is, I am. I am possessed by the hunger that I feel for this man. 

I lead him out of the shower into our sterile all white bedroom. I rip the sheets from the bed, and throw is naked body on the bare mattress. 

I position his body exactly the way I want it, and instruct him not to move. His dick is so hard, standing erect and at attention, that he looks as if he is straining to not cum all over himself. My pussy is so fucking wet seeing him sprawled out on the bed. I can feel the slippery liquid begin to run down my legs. 

I tell him he is allowed to ask me one question, and one question only.

In a timid yet curious tone he asks, "what are you going to do to me?"

"Well honey, to put it simply, I am going to fuck you up. I'm going make you forget all about your little slut of a receptionist that you think I am unaware of. I am going to make you scream STOP in several different languages. Now shut the fuck up, and try to hold on to your manhood. 

I can't believe my dumbass husband actually thought he was getting away with something by fucking his secretary. This man has no imagination, hell, he could have at least fucked his boss. At the very least, I could have extorted a few hundred thousand in hush money out of that cunt . Either way it's high time that he pay for some of his bullshit and fuckery. 

I slide my tongue in between his toes tasting the saltiness of his skin. He shakes and moans. I wonder if this is all too much for him. Then again, this is not for him. Just watching him writhe in uncomfortable submission gives me immeasurable pleasure.  

After sampling each delectable digit, I work my tongue up his shins to convene at his knee caps. I run my nails on the tops of his thighs gently, and then harder as I use deep tongue massage on his knee caps. 

His simple ass thinks that I am going to give him head, which I do enjoy, but that would make it way too easy for him to climax. 

I by pass his hard dick, which stabs me as I make my way to his chest. I begin to trace circles and suck, lick and then blow on his nipples. He shivers and moans as I bite down on the tiny erect projectiles. I whisper into his ear that I am not even close to being done. As I bite his ear lobe, he whences from the sweet pain. 

I lick and then bite his neck. His skin instantly bruises as I brand him with my kiss.

I stand up straddling him and tell him to turn over.

He hesitates, then adheres to my commands. He is not tied up. He is free to run, but doesn't, probably out of sheer curiosity. Or maybe, deep down, he likes the way I handle him.

I kneel to straddle his calves and lay my head in the small of his back. I run my nails down either side of his back. My tongue traces a trail from the bottom of his spine to the top of his bald head. This man's skin makes me ravenous. 

By now his toes are curled, and all I hear is, "Aaahhh," accompanied by deep breaths sounds. He wants to say, "baby ride me," but does not dare to speak. I've told him no words are to pass his lips, and he knows that I am not playing the obedient wifey game anymore.

I work my tongue back down his spine, and part his firm ass cheeks. He turns and tenses up immediately. I remove the neck tie from his eyes so that he can see what I am about to do.

I whisper, "You married me because you love me, and trust me with your life. Those are the vows you made on our wedding day. If you can trust me with your life, then you can trust me with your asshole, Right?" 

At this point, I know that his mind is racing with wild thoughts and questions. 

I plunge my tongue deep into his ass. Holding him down as I lick him from the bottom of his nuts to his asshole. He squirms and screams for me to let him go. The more he squirms the deeper my tongue penetrates his asshole. He yells, "take your filthy mouth off of me. You nasty bitch!"

I flip his scrawny ass over to his amazement, and pin him to the bed.

I take his entire dick into my mouth. I can taste the pre-cum at the back of my throat. He wants to cum so bad. 

He sits up and pulls my head back in an effort to look into my eyes. He doesn't see his sweet innocent southern wife anymore. 

As he looks down at me sucking his swollen dick, I put three fingers inside of me, and smear my juices across his face, and then into his mouth. His expression is fucking priceless.

I move his hand from the top of my head, and slide it to rest at the back of my neck. He looks stunned as I push him deep enough to reach my tonsils. My eyes water as I nearly gag, but manage to gain my composure and pace. 

I place my arms under each of his legs, and devour his dick one deep stroke at a time. I can hear him moan loudly, almost howling for mercy. His legs try to stretch, but are locked in place by my arms. He takes a deep breath in and lets out one final plea.

"Uhhhh Stop Rita stop, Uhhh Ohhh. Shit!!"

He unleashes a deafening groan as he fills my mouth with his tart salty juices. It pours from my mouth in between my breast to my stomach finally reaching the tip of my clit.

As I stand above him, his nut mixed with my sweat and spit drips onto his heaving chest. 

He sighs and lays back appearing drained and spent. I lift his head to meet my pussy, look into his eyes and give one last command, 

LICK!

Lick It Clean!



(sweaty, unwashed bodies, and soiled undies make for an intoxicating mix!)

I had noticed them since they started coming to the gym together on Thursdays, two gorgeous sleek young cuties. They worked out together, and from the way they cavorted down in the locker room, I could tell they were gay, or at least bi, and lovers. I started talking to them and learned that Anna and Sally were still in high school, though they had just turned 18 and would be graduating in a month. The two of them attended an all-girls prep school and were on the gymnastics team, but they liked to work out in this private gym, away from the prying eyes of all their schoolmates They were two of the cutest, prettiest eighteen year olds you could ever imagine. 

Down in the locker room, coming in and out of the showers, I had seen them both naked more than once. They had gymnast's bodies, sleek and slender, but muscled. Their bodies were almost boyish, except their perfect, smooth asses were nice and rounded, though the hips were narrow, and they both had modest but lovely breasts, those breasts topped with surprisingly large and vivid nipples.

Anna was a green-eyed strawberry blonde with her long hair in dreadlocks, while Sally was darker, a brunette beauty, her hair cropped in a spiky 'punk' cut. What struck me the first time I saw both naked, and which somehow very much appealed to me, even aroused me, was that neither shaved down below. In fact, both had exceptionally thick and luxuriant pubic bushes. Dreadlocked Anna, I had noticed, didn't even shave under her arms!

Now after our workouts, all three of us were down in the locker room, stripping off our soaked gym clothes, naked and ready to shower. 

"You got a great body," Sally said to me, eyeballing my naked form with frank interest, as did Anna.

"Thanks," I said, having heard that before. "you two have a pair of cute tight bods yourselves." I had more of a swimmer's body than a gymnast's, long and lean, with long legs and strong thighs, broad shoulders, and a tight, hard ass. Unlike the two of them, I had rather full breasts. At 25, I was 7 years older than either of them, but my gym-honed body could match any athletic teen's. 

Then, suddenly, the woman who managed the gym walked in and announced that there was a plumbing problem and we couldn't use the showers.

"Damn! And we both really need to take a shower," Anna said to Sally, then turned to address me, "see, me and Sally just came back from a three day camping trip. We headed straight to the gym, figuring we'd work out, then shower afterwards. We haven't showered or changed our clothes in four days. We must reek!"

I smiled. Sitting naked on the bench, just a few feet from me, they did smell a little pungent, pleasantly so. But somehow knowing that these two crisp and smooth-skinned 18 year olds hadn't washed themselves or changed their panties in four days was now strangely, and deeply, arousing to me.

"I don't want to go back to the dorm like this, all funky and shit," Anna said to Sally, "that prissy roommate of mine will hold her fucking nose!"

"Why don't you two come back to my place with me and shower there," I said to them, scheming, loving the idea of getting these two lithe teen beauties behind closed doors

They liked that idea a lot and soon the three of us were heading back to my place, Anna in the passenger seat, Sally in the back.

"God, we must really be smelling up your car," Anna said, giggling, and I had to admit that in the close confines of my car these two unwashed teens, after three days of camping, not changing clothes, and then working out vigorously, sure gave off quite an aroma! Sharp, funky and, at the same time, very feminine, and somehow very alluring. 

When we got to my place we immediately stripped down. We'd seen each other naked many times, but always in a gym locker room. Now here we were at my place, the two sleek teens shedding their clothes right in front of me as I stripped down too. Lust was definitely in the air as we eyed each other provocatively.

"Wow! These panties are soaked!" Anna said, pulling hers down and off as Sally did the same. Mine, too, were soaked from the heavy workout. Plus, it was a hot, humid day. The scent of three funky, sweaty women was in the air, the two unwashed teens adding more than their share.

"Let me feel those soaked panties," I said, reaching out a hand to Anna, "yours too, Sally."

With a sexy giggle they handed me their two pairs of cotton bikini panties. They weren't kidding. Those panties of theirs weren't merely damp, they were soaked, drenched! I brought the two pairs up to my face, smelling them, rubbing them against my cheeks, sniffing the wet crotches.

"Mmmmmmh, pretty funky!" I purred, taking in the rich, sharp aroma of the damp fabric, fabric which reeked of sweat and cunt.

"Let's see yours, Molly," Anna said, bending down to pick up my panties off the floor, bringing them up to her nose to sniff, smiling lewdly, letting Sally smell them now as she rubbed my panties against her girlfriend's face. Then Anna peeked inside my panties and turned them inside out.

"Look!" Anna said, her eyes bright and lips curling up in a knowing smile. And there, for all three of us to see, was the seat of my panties all exposed, with a nice, vivid brown streak running down its length.

"Guess you didn't wipe yourself too good," Sally purred teasingly.

I blushed, embarrassed that the signs of my toilet neglect were there for the two of them to see. I tried to explain, blushing a little, I knew.

"I had just taken a shit this morning and was wiping my ass when the phone rang in the other room," I started to tell them. "I went to get it and it was my sister on the phone. She goes on and on and on, and by the time I got off with her and hung up I guess I had forgotten that I hadn't finished wiping myself clean. Pretty embarrassing, huh?"

It should've been embarrassing, very embarrassing, but for some reason it kind of excited me, confessing all this, telling these two teens how I had taken a shit and neglected to wipe myself clean. They were being so brash about being funky and unwashed and sweaty and pungent, so why not get nice and funky right along with them.

"You don't sound all that embarrassed," Sally said, looking up at me, gazing into my eyes. And truthfully, I wasn't. Somehow, under the circumstances, the three of us all sweaty, the two teens unwashed and smelling very 'natural' to say the least, all three pairs of panties damp and funky, the telltale signs of my carelessly wiped shithole exposed like this to the two of them on my brown-streaked panties, aroused rather than embarrassed me. 

Now Anna brought up the seat of my panties and pressed her nose right up against the brown streak.

"Mmmmmh, pretty funky!" Sally said, curling up her pretty nose, then letting Sally have a look and a whiff.

"C'mon Molly, we wanna see that unwiped shithole of yours," Sally said.

I looked them in the eye, the two of them smiling mischievously, not quite believing that all this was happening. But my clit was twitching and my head was spinning with arousal. So without any further ado, I scampered up on the bed on elbows and knees, like a dirty alley cat in heat, and stuck out my sexy bottom for the two of them.

They got behind me on the bed, coming close, and looking over my shoulder, I could see Anna reaching down to hold my smooth, perfect buttocks wide open, her hands now finally on me, those hands feeling sublime.

"Oh yeah, look at that, it sure does look a little dirty back here," Anna said. "I think we need to wipe this dirty shithole, clean. Don't you, Sally?"

"Fuck yeah!" Sally groaned excitedly, licking her lips.

The next thing I felt was Anna's wet, warm tongue digging between my cheeks, into my crack, pressing into my carelessly wiped bottom. The seat of my panties was streaked a vivid brown, which meant there was probably still some residue of shit clinging to my asshole, and here was Anna hungrily lapping away at that unclean hole! I could hardly believe this was happening, but it was, and I loved it, craved it, craved how it felt, craved the sheer, raw nastiness of it.

Now Anna pulled away, and Sally took her place, Sally's slippery tongue as eager as her girlfriend's. There I was, up on all fours, with the two gorgeous, sleek teens behind me taking turns digging their their wet, slippery tongues into my dirty, unwiped shithole.

"Taste good" I called out boldly.

"Yum, yum!" Anna purred like a hungry kitten, keen to feed.

"Throw your panties up here," I asked, " I want something nasty to sniff while you two keep licking my dirty ass." So one of them tossed their two soggy pairs of panties up to me. I took hold of damp, pungent undies and pressed them against my face, savoring the rich stew, the sharp mixed aroma of the two beautiful, sweaty and very unclean teen gymnasts.

They were licking my ass very enthusiastically, not only lapping away at my dirty hole, cleaning it, but worming those tongues into my anal passage, getting their tongues inside. I loved the feel of their young, wet tongues pressing against my sticky, unclean asshole. And I knew that just below my asshole my pussy was staring them in the face, wet and gleaming. And now I felt one tongue press against that pussy and seek out my clit as the other tongue continued to work on my ass. They were like two kittens hungrily and greedily pressing in on a single, small bowl of milk, a bowl of dirty ass and wet, aroused, sweaty cunt. And they sure were having their fill of both.



Their two skilled and agile tongues working on me like that, the scent of their wet and pungent panties against my nose, I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. And moments later, suddenly, the delicious sensations quickly peaked and reached a spectacular crescendo as one of their two kittenish tongues – I don't know which – put just the right pressure on my clit as the other one pushed into my ass, and I came so strongly, one of those orgasms you remember for a long time. Not only the unusual circumstances, but the sheer, explosive power of the deep, deep pleasure I felt.

When they realized I had cum, they finally pulled away and both came up to look me in the face, smiling happily, their faces, lips and cheeks and chin, all damp.

"Feel good, Molly?" Anna asked, knowing the answer, as I nodded blissfully.

"And your asshole's all nice and clean now too," Sally added as the two teens laughed. Then Anna brought her lips to mine, opened them as her tongue reached out for mine and the two tongues met, Anna now feeding me the tongue that had just swirled in my unwiped shithole. Then Sally kissed me. I could taste myself, cunt, sweat, ass – dirty unwiped, ass! – on their lips and tongues and all I can say is that it was all utterly intoxicating.

"Okay, you two, now I want you both to get up here on all fours and stick out those cute little asses for me to examine and enjoy," I told them as they happily scampered up on the bed, assuming the position, and wiggling their tight little bottoms playfully, but a touch lewdly in my face. Damn! They had the cutest, tightest, smoothest bottoms a pair of gorgeous teen sluts could hope to have. And from behind like this, their flesh, bushy pussies were nice and visible too. I approached,

God, they reeked of sweat and unwashed pussy. The odor was strong but not the repellent body odor you often smell down in a gym locker room, an odor that unfortunately comes with some bodies, even when very clean, and is absent in others, like these two teens, even when they've gone unwashed and unshowered for days. This was the pure and powerful scent of young cunt, cunt unwashed, cunt aroused and made very wet and then made to cum. The fact that they had thick, shaggy, unshaved pubic bushes probably just enhanced the sweating down there and the deliciously pungent, cunty scent. In the car, driving back to my place, when we started talking and getting nice and loose, they had told me that on their camping trip, when they weren't outdoors or hiking, they were inside their tent, eating each other's pussies non-stop.

I leaned closer and kissed each of their smooth but somewhat sticky buttocks as they cooed and purred, wiggling their sexy and trim teen bottoms in my face. I closed my eyes and took in the rich, aromatic mix.

Sweat from their gym workouts, cunts that had gone unwashed for many days, cunt and assholes probably somewhat carelessly wiped. Sally had even admitted they had run out of toilet paper on their camping trip, and started using leaves to wipe themselves clean after peeing and shitting. It seemed they had not been able to wipe themselves perfectly clean, for with the sweat and the striking scent of cunt that had not only gone unwashed, but been aroused and made moist over and over again, now there was also the faint aromatic residue of piss and shit too. It was a mixed salad of smells, and I savored it all!

Now I held Anna wide open and stared at her pretty little sphincter, like a little star hidden in her crack, and brought my tongue right to it, pressing it against the sticky anal surface.

"Oh yes, do it, I just love to have my shithole licked. Sally eats it all the time," she begged excitedly, reaching back with an arm to hold my head in place. She had proved how much she craved licking ass when she licked mine clean; now she was showing me she loved getting as good as she gave. 

"Now me! Now me!" Sally whined and, finally, I moved my face to her gorgeous bottom and began to lick her sweaty, pungent ass. The slits of their aroused teen cunts glistened provocatively an inch below, and I could feel those wet pussies against my chin as I licked their two asses. They groaned and sighed excitedly as I went back and forth, licking their sticky assholes, then moving my tongue lower to lap away at their pungent and soggy, but very aroused funky young cunts. As I licked one, I reached over to finger the other, sliding two fingers up each tight but slippery cunt, and my thumb up their saliva-slickened shitholes. They both reeked, but their tight little assholes and creamy cunts sure were appetizing!

"Uh huh! Lick our dirty cunts, Molly," Anna howled.

"And our sweaty, unwashed assholes too!" Sally added, as though I needed any further urging! I really took my time, licking and fingering the two pretty teens from behind as they writhed and moaned, like two horny kittens. And I didn't stop until I got both of them off, like a pair of firecrackers, Anna just about shrieking as a monster orgasm completely overwhelmed her, shook her from head to toe. Sally's was more subdued, but stretched out over many long, long seconds, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind as she shuddered in raw, orgasmic pleasure.

They turned around with these blissful looks on their two pretty faces, breathing hard in the afterglow of their pleasure, their legs spread, their gleaming pussies, pungent as ever, delightfully exposed.

I brought my hand up to my nose and took a whiff. Mmmmmh, strong! Again, that deep scent of unwashed, just-cum pussy. The two fingers I had used to plow their two cunts were wet and then I noticed that my thumb, which I had dug up their two assholes was smudged a little brown at the tip. It seemed I had hit pay dirt fingering at least one of their young bottoms. I had a feeling it was Anna, since when I stuck my thumb up her ass, I felt something up there. And we all know what that something is!

"Take a look at this," I said, sticking my thumb in their faces, "I think at least one of you needs to take a shit"

"Yeah, it's me, I do, I'll be right back," Anna confessed, scampering off the bed, asking where the bathroom was, and heading off there while I cuddled up to Sally, kissing and cuddling her, idly feeling each other up.

A few minutes later Anna returned, a content smile on her face.

"Did you have a good shit," Sally teased.

"Sure did, and a nice, long piss too. And guess what? I didn't bother to wipe myself off either," Anna said, turning around brashly and reaching back to hold her cheeks wide open.

"Get up here, I wanna have a look," I said, tapping the bed as Anna hopped up, about to get on her knees when I told her to reposition. "No, I want you on your back now. And Sally? Pull her legs all the way back by the ankles so we can have a good look."

Anna got down flat on her back and Sally pulled her girlfriend's legs back, exposing her vividly, cunt and ass. Oh yes, she sure didn't wipe herself. In fact her very thick and furry strawberry blonde pubic bush glistened, droplets of urine sticking to the curls like morning dew. And below that, her shithole was smudged brown, with more little smudges of brown on the folds of her ass cheeks, nearest her crack. Definitely, an unwiped and rather messy shithole! The overall aroma, of course, was more vivid and pungent than ever. 

I brought by face down to her bush and lapped away at the wet curls, sucking up the pee adhering to her bush. It was as wet as a sponge down there and I sucked and licked up every unwiped drop of urine. Though these two teens had been reeking since they first came down to the locker room, 

Anna's pee smelled and tasted rather mild, and I savored it. As she savored having me lick that wet pussy of hers, oohing and ahhing against as my tongue once more stimulated her. Damn, she was a horny little teen bitch!

Then I dragged my tongue lower. There it was, her crinkled little shithole, all messy and brown. Well, she had licked my unwiped hole clean and now I was about to return the favor, though mine, at least, had been partially wiped while Anna's was raw and downright filthy!

But by now I was feeling nasty and obscene, fueled by pure, depraved lust. I pressed my tongue against her sticky, shitty asshole and just started to lap away, slowly licking her clean.

"Oh wow! Now Molly's cleaning your shithole, Anna!" Sally nearly gasped, pulling back Anna's legs, watching closely as my tongue lapped away at the unclean, humid anal crevice. Anna was getting aroused all over again, reaching down with an arm and pressing my face firmly down against her ass, bucking her dirty bottom up against my probing tongue. I could hardly believe what I was doing, but I was doing it! Doing it and loving it! I licked the rubbery sphincter, and then snaked my tongue left and right to lick the smudged cheeks alongside the pungent shithole.

"Uh uh!" Anna hissed, "Lick my shitty ass, lick it clean."

And lick it clean I did, finally bringing my face up to theirs as Anna and Sally and I came close, our hot and still sticky naked bodies pressing against each other, kissing passionately, sharing my shit-smudged lips and tongue with the two sexy teens, the air thick with the scent of sweat, piss, shit and the overpowering aroma of three very stimulated and pungentcunts.

Finally I pulled away and stepped over to my dresser, opening a drawer. From it I took out a pillow case filled with dildos, including my favorite strap-ons, emptying them all out on the bed as the teens gazed at the sight, just about drooling.

"It's play time!" I said with a sly, wicked smile, picking up a nice thick dildo and starting to strap it to myself...



Lick It Clean



My girlfriend Cheryl and I had a bet on a football game, no money, instead it was the other would have to do whatever was asked of the winner. Well I won the bet, it started out with breakfast in bed, but then as the day went on it got so much better. 

Cheryl is very sexy, 5'5", 36B boobs, with the pinkest nipples, short red hair, not carrot top red, a very dark red, a few freckles, but not too many, and very nice buttchecks. She is very frisky, playful, and always horny as hell.

I have been wanting to take some pictures of her in all the lingerie that I have bought her over the years, but she always made some excuse, well today she had to do whatever I asked. So I got my camera and the fashion show began. I had her in some very sexy see thru lingerie, teddies, nighties. I'm one of these guys that sees a lingerie website and pictures her wearing the outfit, of course it comes off really quick. Well I got all the pictures, every outfit, I could make a calendar if I want. I even took a few of her butt naked as well. I then told her to go and get the Toy Box, as we call it, filled with all her vibrators and dildos, and a few other fun things. I wanted to take some photos of her with her using some of her toys.

She started out slow, a small gold vibe, that she sucked on while I took a few pics. Next, one of her favorites a big purple vibrator, about 8 inches long, and thick, a good 2 inches thick. I took a photo of her kissing the head, with her small hand wrapped around it. Then I told her to lube it up good, and slide it inside. She did as I asked, great picture, she has almost the entire cock inside her stretched pussy. She then surprised me, she told me not to look, she would say when. O.K., I opened my eyes and she had a small blue vibrator shoved up her ass, and her twisting, turning vibe deep inside her cunt. I took several pictures, all mine.

I thought of what would be next. I told her I wanted her to shave her bush, just to see if I would like a bald pussy, I like a bush, but it's good to try new things. I took more pictures as she shaved herself, and then she said, your turn. Well it was supposed to be my request, but I gave in and let her shave me as well. 

Now that we were both smooth shaven, I thought a snack would be a good idea. I laid down on the bed and put marshmallow fluff all over my cock and balls. Lick me clean honey I told her, now marshmallow fluff is a bit sticky, so it takes a lot of licking to get it all off. She started with my balls licking, then sucking my balls into her hot mouth, it felt great, and looked sweet.

Cheryl started licking up my shaft, very slowly, using both her lips and tongue, I was just hoping I would last. I wanted her to get the cockhead inside her mouth so bad. Finally she reached my cockhead and opened her mouth wide and sucked my cock all the way in, she was deepthroating my cock with marshmallow fluff still on the head. Well that was all I could take, I erupted deep in her throat, she swallowed, I could hear her moaning and realized she had three fingers rammed up her sweet bald pussy, her cunt juices covered her fingers. I had her pull her fingers out, I put some marshmallow fluff on her fingers and licked them clean, what a sweet treat. 

I had to do her, more marshmallow fluff, I put some on her boobs, and some covering her newly bald pussy, and had her lay back and enjoy. I licked around her boobs, working in slow circles, she has very sensitive boobs anyway, so I knew this would drive her wild, plus she wasn't allowed to touch her pussy. By the time I got to her nipples she was arching her back, moaning. I pinched her nipple between my lips and pulled on it, I swear she almost came.

I slid down her body and got between her widespread legs, I didn't dive right in though, I licked her thighs, and very slowly dipped my tongue and just got a little fluff and kept on teasing her, never really going down on her. Well she couldn't take my teasing any longer and grabbed the back of my head and shoved it down in her crotch, I had fluff all over my face. It was my day, not hers, so I made her lick my face clean before I would continue.

Once I was satisfied I went back to working on my dessert. I ran my tongue, right thru her pussy lips, it didn't taste like fluff any more, it tasted like her fingers had earier, mmmmmmmmmmm. I started licking her all over, but left her clit alone. When I finally flicked my tongue on her clit her cunt juices just flowed out of her, I just kept on licking, I thought she would never stop cumming. She was arching her back upwards, she was cumming that hard.

By now my cock was hard again and ready for more action, I grabbed her legs and spread her wide as I could and guided my hard cock into her bald spot between her legs. I shoved my cock in all the way and started fucking her, she was so wet. I switched positions had had her ride my cock, she was really hot, her boobs bounced up and down as she rode my cock faster and faster. I reached over and grabbed the blue vibe she had up her ass before and without her knowing what I was doing, suddenly I had slipped it in. I turned it on full speed, it was buzzing away up her ass. She actually squirted, for the first time ever, she squirted as she came, it surprised us both. I was so turned on by it, I started cumming too. I grabbed a spoonful of fluff and shot the rest of my load onto the spoon and she licked it down clean.

For her final chore of the day, I made her go to the store and buy more fluff. I can't wait for the next time we make a bet, I might just lose on purpose, just to see what she comes up with for ideas.



Lick It Clean -- The Black Version



I had noticed them since they started coming to the YMCA gym together on Thursdays, two sexy black eighteen year olds, real ghetto types. They worked out together, and from the way they cavorted down in the locker room, I had a feeling they might like to get down and dirty with each other. I had talked to them and learned they lived down in the projects on the South Side and liked to come down to the "Y" gym to work out. They were two of the hottest, nastiest black teens you could ever hope to lay your eyes on. And I just happen to have this thing for nasty black girls. I couldn't keep my eyes off them when they had scampered down to the locker room and stripped off their clothes, revealing naked brown bodies, sleek and sinuous and muscled, glistening from the sweat of hard athletic activity. The sight of those young naked brown bodies made my clit twitch every time! Sleek though they were, they both had nice round breasts topped by big brown nipples. 

Brenda was very dark, her skin the hue of bittersweet chocolate, her hair in dreadlocks. She'd come from Jamaica when she was a little girl. Cherise was lighter, a young mocha beauty who moved with a raunchy 'street' grace and had some striking tattoos punctuating the expanse of her smooth brown skin. And what both of them had in common were two really vivid, really thick pubic bushes down below. I loved that! These days when so many women, especially young ones, teens, shave down there, these two had decided to stay 'natural,' and those shags of theirs were so thick too. Not only that, when they lifted their arms I could see they didn't shave their pits either; those pits of theirs were nice and furry. 

Now after our workouts, all three of us were down in the locker room, stripping off our soaked gym clothes, naked and ready to shower. 

"You in shape, girl," Cherise said to me, eyeballing my naked body with frank interest, as did Brenda.

"Thanks," I said, "you two have a pair of cute tight bods yourselves." 

Then, suddenly, the woman who managed the gym walked in and announced that there was a plumbing problem and we couldn't use the showers.

"Aw shit! And we both really need to take a fuckin' shower," Brenda said to Cherise, then turned to address me, "see, they're fixin' some shit down in the projects and we ain' had no fuckin' water there for a couple of days. So we ain' been takin' showers and we was hopin' to take one here." 

"Yeah," Cherise said, "we both pretty funky; we must reek like two fuckin' crack ho's! We ain' even been botherin' to change panties and shit 'til they fix them pipes and stuff."

I smiled. Sitting naked on the bench, just a few feet from me, they did smell pungent. But for me, a devotee of strong-smelling female bodies, pleasantly so. Though somehow knowing that these two brown-skinned 18 year old ghetto tramps hadn't washed themselves or changed their panties in many days was now strangely, and deeply, arousing to me.

"Why don't you two come back to my place with me and shower there," I said to them, scheming, loving the idea of getting these two lithe black beauties behind closed doors

They liked that idea a lot and soon the three of us were heading back to my place, Brenda in the passenger seat, Cherise in the back.

"God, we must really be stinkin' up your car," Brenda said, giggling, and I had to admit that in the close confines of my car these two unwashed cuties, after days of not showering, not changing clothes, and then working out vigorously, sure gave off quite an aroma! Sharp, funky and, at the same time, very feminine, and somehow very alluring. 

When we got to my place we immediately stripped down. We'd seen each other naked many times, but always in a gym locker room. Now here we were at my place, the two sleek black teens shedding their clothes right in front of me as I stripped down too. Lust was definitely in the air as we eyed each other provocatively.

"Damn! These panties are soaked!" Brenda said, pulling hers down and off as Cherise did the same. Mine, too, were soaked from the heavy workout. Plus, it was a hot, humid day. The scent of three funky, sweaty women was in the air, the two unwashed jocks adding more than their share.

"Let me feel those soaked panties," I said, reaching out a hand to Brenda, "yours too, Cherise."

With a lewd giggle they handed me their two pairs of cotton bikini panties. They weren't kidding. Those panties of theirs weren't merely damp, they were soaked, drenched! I brought the two pairs up to my face, smelling them, rubbing them against my cheeks, sniffing the wet crotches.

"Mmmmmmh, pretty funky!" I purred, taking in the rich, sharp aroma of the damp fabric, fabric which reeked of sweat and cunt. "Now lift your arms." 

They both lifted their arms to reveal tufts of curls in their brown pits. I stepped right up and started lapping away at those pungent, wet, salty and hairy pits of theirs. 

"Shee-it, this bitch is freaky!" Brenda said to Cherise as I lapped away at all four damp pits. 

"I think the bitch likes the smell of funky brown ho's like you and me, huh Cherise?" Cheryl cackled.

"Let's see your panties, Molly," Brenda said, bending down to pick up my panties off the floor, bringing them up to her nose to sniff, smiling lewdly, letting Cherise smell them now as she rubbed my panties against her girlfriend's face. Then Brenda peeked inside my panties and turned them inside out. I was still lapping away at their wet, funky armpits.

"Look at this!" Brenda said, her eyes bright and lips curling up in a knowing smile. And there, for all three of us to see, was the seat of my panties all exposed, with a nice, vivid brown streak running down its length.

"Guess you didn't wipe yourself too good, girl," Cherise purred teasingly. 

"Didn't wipe your shi'hole," Brendra added provocatively.

I blushed, embarrassed that the signs of my toilet neglect were there for the two of them to see. I tried to explain, blushing a little, I knew.

"I had just taken a shit this morning and was wiping my ass when the phone rang in the other room," I started to tell them. "I went to get it and it was my sister on the phone. She goes on and on and on, and by the time I got off with her and hung up I guess I had forgotten that I hadn't finished wiping myself clean. Pretty embarrassing, huh?"

It should've been embarrassing, very embarrassing, but for some reason it kind of excited me, confessing all this, telling these two sexy black teen girls how I had taken a shit and neglected to wipe myself clean. They were being so brash about being funky and unwashed and sweaty and pungent, so why not get nice and funky right along with them.

"You don't soun' all that fuckin' embarrassed," Cherise said, looking up at me, gazing into my eyes. And truthfully, I wasn't. Somehow, under the circumstances, the three of us all sweaty, the two of them unwashed and smelling very 'natural' to say the least, all three pairs of panties damp and funky, the telltale signs of my carelessly wiped shithole exposed like this to the two of them on my brown-streaked panties, aroused rather than embarrassed me. 

Now Brenda brought up the seat of my panties and pressed her nose right up against the brown streak.

"Mmmmmh, pretty funky!" Cherise said, curling up her pretty nose, then letting Brenda have a look and a whiff.

"C'mon Molly, we want to see that unwiped shi'hole of yours," Cherise said.

I looked them in the eye, the two of them smiling mischievously, not quite believing that all this was happening. But my clit was twitching and my head was spinning with arousal. So without any further ado, I scampered up on the bed on elbows and knees, like a dirty alley cat in heat, and stuck out my sexy bottom for the two of them.

They got behind me on the bed, coming close, and looking over my shoulder, I could see Brenda reaching down to hold my smooth buttocks wide open, her hands now finally on me, those hands feeling sublime.

"Aw fuck, look at that, it sho' do look a little filthy back here," Brenda said. "I think we need to wipe this dirty shi'hole, clean. Don't you, Cherise?"

"Fuck yeah!" Cherise groaned excitedly, licking her lips.

The next thing I felt was Brenda's wet, warm tongue digging between my cheeks, into my crack, pressing into my carelessly wiped bottom. The seat of my panties was streaked a vivid brown, which meant there was probably still some residue of shit clinging to my asshole, and here was Brenda hungrily lapping away at that unclean hole! I could hardly believe this was happening, but it was, and I loved it, craved it, craved how it felt, craved the sheer, raw nastiness of it.

Now Brenda pulled away, and Cherise took her place, Cherise's slippery tongue as eager as her girlfriend's. There I was, up on all fours, with the two gorgeous, sleek black eighteen year olds behind me taking turns digging their their wet, slippery tongues into my dirty, unwiped shithole.

"Taste good" I called out boldly.

"Tastes fuckin' delicious!" Brenda purred like a hungry kitten, keen to feed.

"Throw your panties up here," I asked, "I want something nasty to sniff while you two keep licking my dirty ass." So one of them tossed their two soggy pairs of panties up to me. I took hold of damp, pungent undies and pressed them against my face, savoring the rich stew, the sharp mixed aroma of the two beautiful, sweaty and very unclean black teens.

They were licking my ass very enthusiastically, not only lapping away at my dirty hole, cleaning it, but worming those tongues into my anal passage, getting their tongues inside. I loved the feel of their young, wet tongues pressing against my sticky, unclean shithole. And I knew that just below my asshole my pussy was staring them in the face, wet and gleaming. And now I felt one tongue press against that pussy and seek out my clit as the other tongue continued to work on my ass. They were like two sexy brown kittens hungrily and greedily pressing in on a single, small bowl of milk, a bowl of dirty ass and wet, aroused, sweaty cunt. And they sure were having their fill of both.

Their two skilled and agile tongues working on me like that, the scent of their wet and pungent panties against my nose, I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. And moments later, suddenly, the delicious sensations quickly peaked and reached a spectacular crescendo as one of their two kittenish tongues -- I don't know which -- put just the right pressure on my clit as the other one pushed into my ass, and I came so strongly, one of those orgasms you remember for a long time. Not only the unusual circumstances, but the sheer, explosive power of the deep, deep pleasure I felt.

When they realized I had cum, they finally pulled away and both came up to look me in the face, smiling happily, their faces, lips and cheeks and chin, all damp.

"Feelin' good, Molly?" Brenda asked, knowing the answer, as I nodded blissfully.

Of them laughed. Then Brenda brought her lips to mine, opened them as her tongue reached out for mine and the two tongues met, Brenda now feeding me the tongue that had just swirled in my unwiped shithole. Then Cherise kissed me. I could taste myself, cunt, sweat, ass -- dirty unwiped, ass! -- on their lips and tongues and all I can say is that it was all utterly intoxicating.

"Okay, you two, now I want you both to get up here on all fours and stick out those cute brown asses for me to examine and enjoy," I told them as they happily scampered up on the bed, assuming the position, and wiggling their tight bottoms playfully, but lewdly in my face. Damn! They had the cutest, tightest, smoothest brown bottoms a pair of gorgeous teen black sluts could hope to have. And from behind like this, their fleshy, bushy pussies were nice and visible too. I approached,

God, they reeked of sweat and unwashed cunt. The odor was very, very strong but not the repellent body odor you often smell down in a gym locker room, an odor that unfortunately comes with some bodies, even when very clean, and is absent in others, like these two teens, even when they've gone unwashed and unshowered for days. This was the pure and powerful scent of young cunt, cunt unwashed, cunt aroused and made very wet and then made to cum. The fact that they had thick, shaggy, unshaved pubic bushes probably just enhanced the sweating down there and the deliciously pungent, cunty scent. 

I leaned closer and kissed each of their smooth but somewhat sticky buttocks as they cooed and purred, wiggling their sexy and trim brown bottoms in my face. I closed my eyes and took in the rich, aromatic mix.

Sweat from their gym workouts, cunts that had gone unwashed for many days, cunt and assholes probably somewhat carelessly wiped. Cherise had even admitted she'd run out of toilet paper when she went to take a pee and a shit after coming down from the gym, and so never got to wipe herself off completely. 

Now I held Brenda wide open and stared at her pretty little brown sphincter, like a little star hidden in her crack, and brought my tongue right to it, pressing it against the sticky anal surface.

"Fuck, do it, I fuckin' love to have my shi'hole licked. Cherise eats it all the time, that cunt loves the taste of my dirty shi'hole, don't you, bitch?" she said, reaching back with an arm to hold my head in place. She had proved how much she craved licking ass when she licked mine clean; now she was showing me she loved getting as good as she gave. 

"Now me! Now me!" Cherise whined and, finally, I moved my face to her gorgeous bottom and began to lick her sweaty, pungent ass. The slits of their brown aroused teen cunts glistened provocatively an inch below, and I could feel those wet pussies against my chin as I licked their two asses. They groaned and sighed excitedly as I went back and forth, licking their sticky assholes, then moving my tongue lower to lap away at their pungent and soggy, but very aroused funky young cunts. As I licked one, I reached over to finger the other, sliding two fingers up each tight but slippery cunt, and my thumb up their saliva-slickened shitholes. They both reeked, but their tight little assholes and creamy cunts sure were appetizing!

"Uh huh! Lick our dirty muthafuckin' cunts, Molly," Brenda howled.

"And our sweaty, unwashed shi'holes too!" Cherise added, as though I needed any further urging! I really took my time, licking and fingering the two of them from behind as they writhed and moaned, like two horny kittens. And I didn't stop until I got both of them off, like a pair of firecrackers, Brenda just about shrieking as a monster orgasm completely overwhelmed her, shook her from head to toe. Cherise's was more subdued, but stretched out over many long, long seconds, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind as she shuddered in raw, orgasmic pleasure.

They turned around with these blissful looks on their two pretty brown faces, breathing hard in the afterglow of their pleasure, their legs spread, their gleaming pussies, pungent as ever, delightfully exposed.

I brought my hand up to my nose and took a whiff. Mmmmmh, strong! Again, that deep scent of unwashed, just-cum pussy. The two fingers I had used to plow their two cunts were wet and then I noticed that my thumb, which I had dug up their two assholes was smudged a little brown at the tip. It seemed I had hit pay dirt fingering at least one of their young bottoms. I had a feeling it was Brenda, since when I stuck my thumb up her ass, I felt something up there. And we all know what that something is!

"Take a look at this," I said, sticking my thumb in their faces, "I think at least one of you needs to take a shit"

"Yeah, it be me, I do, I'll be right back," Brenda confessed, scampering off the bed, asking where the bathroom was, and heading off there while I snuggled up to Cherise, kissing and cuddling her, idly feeling each other up.

A few minutes later Brenda returned, a content smile on her face.

"Did you have a good shit, bitch?" Cherise teased.

"Sho' did, and a nice, long piss too. And I didn' bother wipin' off my cunt or dirty shi'hole neither, see," Brenda said, turning around brashly and reaching back to hold her cheeks wide open.

"Get up here, I wanna have a look," I said, tapping the bed as Brenda hopped up, about to get on her knees when I told her to reposition. "No, I want you on your back now. And Cherise? Pull her legs all the way back by the ankles so we can have a good look."

Brenda got down flat on her back and Cherise pulled her girlfriend's legs back, exposing her vividly, cunt and ass. Oh yes, she sure didn't wipe herself. In fact her very thick and furry pubic bush glistened, droplets of urine sticking to the curls like morning dew. And below that, her shithole was smudged brown, with more little smudges of brown on the folds of her ass cheeks, nearest her crack. Brown on brown! Definitely, an unwiped and rather messy shithole! With her dark body and deep brown skin, her shit was a lighter brown hue than her skin. The overall aroma, of course, was more vivid and pungent than ever. 

I brought my face down to her bush and lapped away at the wet curls, sucking up the pee adhering to her bush. It was as wet as a sponge down there and I sucked and licked up every unwiped drop of urine. Though these two unwashed ghetto teen bitches had been reeking since they first came down to the locker room, 

Brenda's pee smelled and tasted nice and pungent, and I savored it. As she savored having me lick that wet pussy of hers, oohing and ahhing against as my tongue once more stimulated her. Damn, she was a horny little teen black bitch!

Then I dragged my tongue lower. There it was, her crinkled little shithole, all messy and brown. Brown to begin with, it was now smudged brown with her own shit. Well, she had licked my unwiped hole clean and now I was about to return the favor, though mine, at least, had been partially wiped while Brenda's was raw and downright filthy!

But by now I was feeling nasty and obscene, fueled by pure, depraved lust. I pressed my tongue against her sticky, shitty asshole and just started to lap away, slowly licking her clean.

"Muthafucker! I can' fuckin' believe it! Molly's cleaning your shi'hole, Brenda!" Cherise nearly gasped, pulling back Brenda's legs, watching closely as my tongue lapped away at the unclean, humid anal crevice. Brenda was getting aroused all over again, reaching down with an arm and pressing my face firmly down against her ass, bucking her dirty bottom up against my probing tongue. I could hardly believe what I was doing, but I was doing it! Doing it and loving it! I licked the rubbery sphincter, and then snaked my tongue left and right to lick the smudged cheeks alongside the pungent shithole.

"Uh uh!" Brenda hissed, "Lick my shitty young nigga' ass, bitch, lick it clean." 

"Thas' right, you lick that muthafuckin' shi'hole nice and clean, you nigga lovin,' shit lovin' honky white ho'! " Cheryl urged, pushing down on my head, forcing it in place as I lapped away at the funky teen shithole.

And lick it clean I did, finally bringing my face up to theirs as Brenda and Cherise and I came close, our hot and still sticky naked bodies pressing against each other, kissing passionately, sharing my shit-smudged lips and tongue with the two sexy brown-skinned bitches, the air thick with the scent of sweat, piss, shit and the overpowering aroma of three very stimulated and pungent cunts.

Finally I pulled away and stepped over to my dresser, opening a drawer. From it I took out a pillow case filled with dildos, including my favorite strap-ons, emptying them all out on the bed as the teens gazed at the sight, just about drooling.

"It's play time!" I said with a sly, wicked smile, picking up a nice thick dildo and starting to strap it to myself...



Lick Me There



(c) 2005 by Penelope Street

"I want to be rimmed!"

Though I didn't know what she meant, I recognized the jealous squeal of my friend Renee from beyond the open doorway ahead. No other sounds emerged from the office in the two seconds before I crossed the threshold to find four wide eyes fixed upon me.

Pam, my boss, released an extended breath and settled into her chair. "Whew. It's just you. Close the door."

My brows shrouding my eyes, I spun and did so while Pam continued behind me, "Ren, you really must be more discreet. Anyone could have heard you."

I turned from the door toward Renee, in one of the guest chairs. A pair of narrow-set jade eyes looked back. Her short locks, dyed a crimson too true to be true, framed her freckled face, barely touching the corners of a mouth that curved in an oh-so-innocent grin. She bounced her pencil-thin eyebrows once my way before looking to Pam. "You're the one that got me all excited. You should know better!"

My boss smirked. Her eyes darted to me, and then back to Ren, before she shook her head. "You still can't scream 'I want to be rimmed' at work!"

Renee kept her smile. "Why? The old fuddy-duddies wouldn't have a clue what I meant anyway. And anyone that did know, wouldn't care." She glanced my way. "I bet Nikki doesn't know either."

I caught my eyes wandering, but not before I was certain they had confirmed my friend's wager. My gaze came to rest on my boss. "Ok. I don't know."

Pam shook her head. "Don't let it worry you. Ren wouldn't know either if I hadn't told her."

"Would too!" the redhead retorted.

My boss issued a smug chuckle. "Would not."

"Ok," I began with an exasperated sigh. "What is it she would or would not have known?"

Pam looked to me. "What rimming means."

"And?" I prompted.

"It means having your asshole licked!" Renee squealed, in the same excited tone as before. Pam and I both turned our eyes to the petite redhead. Her shoulders shrank under our collective glare, taking her head with them. She flashed that high-browed, bashful smile again. "Well, it does!"

Pam looked to me and shrugged. "I wouldn't have put it quite that way, but, yeah, that's it."

My nose wrinkled. "Yuck! Who'd wanna do that?"

This time Pam's eyes wandered. I watched her blink twice and exhale before she looked back to me. "Tom does."

"Your husband?" I gasped.

"Yeah, that Tom."

My nose wrinkled again. "And he likes it?"

Pam shrugged, then smiled. "I don't know, but he does it and I like it!"

"Go ahead!" Ren urged. "Tell her how you got him to do it."

Pam cut my co-worker a sideways glance, before bringing her eyes back to me. She chewed her lower lip for just a second. "I told him if my ass was good enough for his dick, it was good enough for his tongue."

My eyes flew wide. Sure, I understood sex was nothing new to a married thirty-something with the kinds of curves I'd always wanted; we'd even chatted about such things on more than one occasion- but I thought butt sex was something only porn stars, prostitutes, and weirdoes did.

I shifted my focus to Renee. She clamped her thighs about her interwoven fingers and shivered. "I'm going to tell Dave the same thing tonight. I can't wait to feel his tongue on my ass! That's the new rule; if he wants to fuck my ass, he has to lick it first."

"So you do it too?"

My friend dropped her brow into a line. "What?"

"You know."

Renee grinned. "No. Tell me."

"You know," I repeated. "You do it in the butt?"

My friend's smirk turned into a snicker.

"Of course she does," Pam interjected. "Just look at her smiling while she thinks about it."

Renee snapped her focus across the desk. "You should talk! You're the one that turned me on to ass-fucking!"

"Quiet!" My boss insisted in a harsh whisper. She turned to me. "Make sure that door is closed and have a seat. That way maybe Ren won't think she has to yell."

I gave the handle a token tug, then settled into the unoccupied chair. Rubbing my nose with a curled finger, I expected one of the other women to speak, but neither did. "Well?" I prompted after a few seconds.

"Well what?" Pam asked.

"What's it like?" I clarified.

"Anal sex?" My boss glanced from me, to Renee, and back to me. "I guess it's like sticking a finger up your ass, only bigger."

"Like that tells her anything," Ren said with a chuckle. "I bet little Miss Goody-two-shoes here hasn't ever stuck her finger up her ass." She turned to me and issued a pointed, "Have you?"

I swallowed, wondering how she could possibly make me feel self-conscious for not having so probed the terminus of my digestive tract. Sometimes Renee seemed like the best of friends. And then there were the times like this when she seemed to enjoy tormenting me.

"No," I affirmed with a sigh. "I haven't."

"Ok," Pam began from across the desk. "So Nikki's not experienced like you and I. That's no crime."

Renee looked to our boss, back to me, and then shrugged. "It's a wonder you aren't still a virgin."

I caught my head nodding in agreement even as I opened my mouth to defend myself. "My culture is different..."

"Yeah," Ren interrupted. "I know. You only spoke Chinese until you were five, didn't pick up a fork until you were six, etcetera, etcetera, well..."

"You don't understand!" I insisted.

Ren's brow bounced upward. Her eyes grew wide. "Oh, I don't? You're twenty-five and you still live at home. You had to sneak around with your last boyfriend because he was white and your family wouldn't approve, not that you could marry him anyway since your older sister has to get married first. Right?

"Well, hello? You're an adult. And this is Canada, not Hong Kong- or wherever it is your parents were born. If they wanted you to be Chinese, why'd they give you an English name anyway? Really, you need to get out and start living before you wake up in a nursing home seventy years old wondering what the hell happened."

By the time my friend had finished her little rant, my lips were pressed into a pucker to rival my ass. I felt my hands trembling, but I was not so mad at my friend as my situation. I'd been promising myself for years to do what I wanted to do, instead of what my family wanted me to do. Renee was right. I wanted to live.

"All right, you two!" My boss scolded before I could even think to speak. "Do I have to separate you with a hose?" The woman shook her head and looked to me. "I assume you came down here to discuss something else anyway, right?"

"Yeah," I muttered with a nod. "Payroll screwed up my check again."

Pam closed her eyes and sighed. "That stupid bitch Cathy. A clerk and an intern and she still can't get it right. If anybody in this company needs a no-lube butt-fucking, it's her!" My boss dropped her forehead to her palm, rubbing her temples with the ends of her finger and thumb. "Bring me your paystub. I'll take care of it."

That was the end of the conversation, so far as sex was concerned, but it wasn't the end of me thinking about it.

First thing I did after dinner was draw myself a nice warm bath. That I had to smuggle my vibrator into the washroom underlined Ren's assertion that it was time I leave the nest. But the toy was just a backup. Even before the water had covered my body I found my thumb rubbing the tips of my fingers.

Closing my eyes, I sent my hand sliding across my tummy, past my muff and into the cleft formed by my ass checks. I took two breaths, as if I might be doing something dangerous, before daring to touch my ass.

The next moment, I caught myself smiling. What were you worried about? I wondered. Not like you haven't washed yourself there before.

But this wasn't washing. I drew my finger across my aperture, trying to imagine it was my last boyfriend's tongue. I soon frowned; the tip of my digit stuck to the folds, rather than sliding across them like I imagined a tongue would. I tried again, still nothing remotely sensuous. After three passes, I sighed and opened my eyes.

My lips pressed against one another, I twisted my hips just a bit and tested my passage with my finger. After a half-minute of prodding, the end of my longest digit gained entry. I slid this tip within my tender rings, but not for long. The motion was hardly smooth, and in no way pleasant.

Shaking my head, I pulled my hand from the water and reached for my vibrator.

* * *

"Nicole?"

My eyelids fell with the sound of my boss's voice over the phone. She didn't use my full given name unless it was business. With a swallow, I gathered my nerve. "Yes?"

"Hugh won't make Cathy cut you a new check. They'll correct it next pay period. That's the best I could do. I hope it's ok?"

I exhaled a sigh of relief. "That's fine. So long as it's fixed."

"I know you probably already filled out your payroll forms, but if you don't mind, come down to my office and fill out another set. I'm gonna keep a copy this time- for both you and Ren. I don't want that bitch to have any excuse for getting it wrong in the future."

"Ok," I nodded.

Five minutes later I sat at Pam's desk, robotically filling in the blanks and checking the boxes on the forms.

"I can't believe it! Why do I have to put up with this bullshit!"

I stiffened in shock at the unexpected outburst. Turning, I saw Pam jump from her chair with her splayed palm held upright toward Renee. "Close the door and calm down."

The redhead clamped her teeth together before shutting the door and settling into the empty seat next to me.

"Ok," Pam began. "What is it? And keep it down!"

"Dave said he wouldn't do it."

"Wouldn't do what?"

"He told me he'd lick me, but only if I licked him too!"

Pam smiled through a chuckle. "That's it? That's worth screaming 'bullshit' in the workplace?"

"What?" Ren gasped. "You're the one who said how good it was!"

Pam leaned her head a bit and smiled. "A lot of things are good, but not everyone wants to do them. Besides, he said he'd do it if you did the same, right? What's wrong with that?"

"Do you lick Tom's?"

"No."

"Exactly! Tom licks your ass so he can fuck it. That's the deal. So why should I have to lick Dave's?"

"A lick for a lick?" I interjected with a shrug. "Seems like a fair trade to me."

Renee snapped her head my way. "Who asked you? You won't even touch your own ass. Can you imagine licking a guy's? I mean, they're all hairy and gross." She paused to shudder. "No. I could never lick a guy there."

I grinned. "Really? But you could lick a girl?"

"Well," Ren's brow dropped. "Maybe."

"Fine!" Pam snarled. "I'll lick you if that's what it takes not to hear about it anymore. I'm sorry I ever brought it up."

Renee and I snapped our eyes toward our boss. "You will?" we queried in unison.

For a moment, the blonde woman's eyes bounced between Ren and me, her chest heaving with each breath. "No," she uttered, almost as a confession. "I was joking. I'm just tired of hearing about it. Not like being rimmed is a right or anything."

My eyes stayed on my boss, but I heard Renee take a deep breath before she spoke. "Me too," she sighed. "I was just kidding."

Only then did I dare glance toward my friend. Her lips were clamped in a cluster beneath the tip of her nose. Her eyelids beat at a rapid pace over a pair of orbs grayer than they were green. Even her freckles seemed to have faded. Deep inside, I knew she hadn't been kidding.

* * *

Two hours later, I walked a corridor I'd traversed a hundred times before without a second thought. This time, however, I felt like I was a spy sneaking into some top-secret facility. Part of me maintained I was going to Renee's office just to be a friend, but the rest of me knew that part was lying.

I poked my head in the door. "Busy?"

My friend cut her eyes from her computer screen just long enough to answer. "No."

I slid more than walked through the door and closed it behind me. "You want to tell me about Dave?"

Ren's mouth formed a ring through which she exhaled. With her expression unchanged, she leaned back in her chair and nodded. "Sure. But I don't know that there's much to tell."

I eased into her guest chair. "Are you sure?"

She shrugged. "What? He doesn't love me like I thought he did."

"Just because he wouldn't lick your butt?"

"Yes! That's what you do when you love someone, right?"

"What? Make deals?"

"Huh?"

"You demanded he lick your butt or he wouldn't get to, uh, well..." I paused, not quite sure how I wanted to finish the sentence.

"Assfuck me?"

"Yeah, that."

"So?"

"So is that what love's about to you, making deals?"

Renee's brow dropped into a line. "Did you come here to lecture me? I can go to Pam if I want that."

I stiffened, withdrawing a few centimeters. "No. I just want to understand. That's all."

"Understand what?"

"Why you want it so much."

"Rimming?"

"Yeah, that."

Renee's head kinked toward a shrug. "I don't know. It seemed romantic, you know..."

"Romantic?" I gasped.

"Yes! Romantic. Think about it. If a guy will lick me there, he must really care about me."

"Maybe," I admitted. "But only if he does it because he wants to please you, not because he has to do it to get something he wants."

With a sigh, Ren's focus fell to her desk. "I guess you have a point." Her eyes bounced upward the following instant. "But it worked for Pam!"

"We don't really know what worked for Pam. She might have said it like a joke, just a clever way of letting Tom know what she wanted, not really a demand at all."

Renee looked to her right, in the direction of our boss's office. "Yeah, maybe. Do you suppose she was really joking earlier too?"

"When she offered to do you if you'd just shut up?"

"Yeah."

I nodded. "Sure. I think she'd just had enough. You were behaving a bit childish. In her eyes, at least."

Ren's eyes locked on mine. "And in your eyes?"

"Yeah. I thought you were being a bit of a baby too."

With a sigh, the redhead nodded. "Yeah, I suppose I was. But it did seem so romantic. And it just seems wrong Pam getting something I don't, you know?"

"Because she'd older?"

Renee issued a nervous snicker. "Yeah. I guess so. But I'd want it anyway."

"Maybe if you explain it to Dave, he'll understand. He may have just been hurt, you know, that you said it like a demand instead of a request?"

Ren's mouth formed a half-smirk, half-pout. "Too late." She paused to sigh. "I dumped him."

"You did what?"

She shrugged. "I dumped him."

"Just because he wouldn't lick your butt?"

She shrugged again. "Maybe. I don't know. Not like it matters now anyway."

"What do you mean? Maybe you can still make up."

Renee shook her head in a slow, yet adamant, manner. "No. I never go back."

"Never?"

"You can never go back," she repeated. "That's the secret of life. Always go forward. Too many people waste their lives lamenting and regretting."

I contemplated my friend's words the remainder of the afternoon. In spite of her advice I caught myself lamenting anyway, wishing I had said more to her before I said goodbye; worrying that I really would end up in a nursing home, regretting many things left unsaid, and undone.

That evening, I went straight to my bed, got out my trusty vibe and applied a bit of lube. Closing my eyes, I moved it to my sex and pretended it was a tongue. And not my ex-boyfriend's tongue.

* * *

For most of the next morning I stared at my computer screen, seeing anything but its display. In spite of promises made to myself the prior evening, I was reluctant to make the journey down the corridor. I started that way a few times during the morning, but turned back on each occasion.

Only as the afternoon waned did a sense of desperation spur me to action. Eyes locked on the hallway before me, I made the trip to Renee's office. This time I marched in and shut the door behind me.

Ren glanced to me and grinned. "Want to talk about guys again?" She looked back to her monitor and continued typing.

I moved to sit across from her. "Not exactly."

My friend's eyes did not stray as her fingers moved over her keyboard. "What then?"

"You know when you said a guy would have to care for you a lot to lick your ass?"

"Yes."

I closed my eyes and counted my breaths. On the third, I spoke. "Does it have to be a guy?" I counted another three breaths before I dared open my eyes.

Ren's face was blank, her eyes little olive beacons locked on mine. I watched her swallow once. "Are you joking too?"

"Not me," I declared with a shake of my head. "Were you?"

"When?"

"When you said you might could do a girl?"

Renee blinked twice. "Nikki, this is you, right?"

I smiled. "What, did you imagine aliens had replaced me?"

"Seems like it."

I shook my head. "No. I decided you were right. I want to live a little."

My friend's eyes wandered for a half-second before she steered them back to my face. "Show me."

Tonguing my lips once, I stood. Renee rose a second later. We each took a step. Then another. And another. With our eyes tracing paths to one another, we shuffled about the desk in silence, meeting at a corner, toe-to-toe, eye-to-eye.

I leaned. She leaned. Our lips touched. Just a peck. Then we bounced away to look again at one another.

Again I waited three breaths. Seeing no sign of rebuff in Ren's features, I leaned again. An instant later she did too. We each tilted our head to the right as our mouths approached, knowing this one was for real.

I'd barely begun to suck her lips with my own when I noticed my hands in motion. Hers beat mine, but not by much. Palms joined mouths, bodies joined lips in our caressing of one another.

I felt a pressure half way up my thigh. Without even looking, I knew it was her knee. I spread my legs, first mounting, then grinding, myself upon her thigh. Ragged breaths passed through my nose, when they passed at all. My rutting increased, both on her face and on her leg. She began to bounce me, pushing her thigh into my sliding loins. After half a minute, the vigor of our osculation caused us to lose our balance. We separated lest we tumble.

"Not bad," Ren whispered.

"Yeah," I agreed. "You kiss lots better than boys."

She nodded. "Yeah, lots." Her eyes shifted to my lips and she leaned into another kiss, longer, slower, better than the preceding one.

By the time this third exchange ended, I was squirming plenty on the outside, and more on the inside. "I want to kiss more than your lips," I whispered.

"You mean my other lips?" Ren inquired.

"Yeah. And more."

"I will if you will."

"No." I shook my head. "I will because I want to."

Renee paused to swallow. "Yeah. Me too. Because I want to."

"Do you suppose Pam will believe we're both sick?"

"Do you care?"

"Not just now I don't."

"Then I'm sure she'll believe it."

"I doubt it," I countered with a grin. "But I really don't care."

* * *

I was right. Pam didn't believe it and I didn't care. Fifteen minutes later Renee bounded up the stairs of her apartment with me two steps behind. She unlocked the door and threw it open, disappearing inside.

Following, I closed and locked the door. I found Ren smiling when I turned. Facing me, she took a step backward, loosening the top button her blouse in mid-stride. I emulated her example, smile and all.

Our impromptu striptease proceeded down the apartment's short corridor over the next minute and a half. By the time we reached the door to her washroom, we were down to our panties.

Renee began to remove hers first, leaning as she did so. Again I followed her lead. With her hands at her calves, she leaned forward to kneel. I did the same, leaving my panties about my ankles.

My hands returned to my friend's side, just below her ribs, but this time my fingers caressed her bare flesh. Her palms found my breasts. We leaned, our lips joining in a vigorous confirmation of the cravings we shared.




Lick Me There - Everywhere



This is a sequel to The Janitor's Closet, a story that people either loved or hated with little middle ground. I expect this story will get the same reaction. As usual readers are welcome to leave their opinions and comments and they will not be removed.

If you choose to make derogatory comments about me, women in general or people of other races, that's your business. Please be advised though that if you do so in an effort to hurt me you're wasting your time, because I've been hurt so badly by someone I loved and trusted for almost my whole life despite knowing better, nothing negative you say will even leave a mark.

For those who read and enjoy, thank you. I'm glad that I've created something that makes you smile, hard or wet. It's fiction for now.



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After getting rid of my husband following his unwanted visit, I took that shower that I had longed for, taking special care to make sure I scrubbed all of my soon to be ex-husband's cum out of my sore pussy while vowing that this was a chore I would never do again.

The image of Dave's face down between my legs, unknowingly lapping away at a pussy that had just been ravaged by the school janitor an hour earlier, stayed with me. Any guilt I had about that went away quickly because for one thing I had told him I wanted no part of him or his affections and had pleaded for him to leave.

The second thing that kept the guilt away was thinking that maybe he wouldn't have minded even if he had known. The husband I thought I knew had turned out to be someone completely different, and looking back at the hints he had given me only made me madder at myself. 

Who knows? Maybe that porn movie he had me watch where the husband gets this black guy to fuck his wife while he sits and watches was his way of suggesting that to me. That did nothing for me, no more than letting him rope me into that three way with that woman who turned out to be the one he had been sleeping with behind my back. To save our marriage, Dave had claimed. Bullshit, and for somebody who's supposed to be fairly smart, I had proven to be a real fool.

Out of the shower, I dried myself and nuked a Lean Cuisine, bringing it into the computer room and pecking at it while checking my e-mail. Most of the incoming were garbage, but I got a chuckle at the persistent penis enlargement come-ons. Maybe they were for Dave, I mused. I didn't need a penis enlargement, I needed a penis.

You just had a penis, I thought as I replayed the events after work that had been so out of character for me that it was hard to believe that was really me in that janitor's closet, acting like one of those characters in a story at Literotica.

For the heck of it, that got me thinking about checking my special e-mail account that I had used for corresponding with readers. That had been a lot of fun as well, chatting harmlessly with guys like George and Dave and Dan and Ralph and Ed and Aaron, nice folks who would tease and flirt and make my days brighter.

They weren't all nice of course. Some in fact were so full of hate and bitterness that I couldn't get mad at them. I felt sad that they got so upset about a woman writing fiction that showed her just as horny and sex-obsessed as as man. Maybe it was my choice of some of my fantasy partners that incensed them so.

Ray the janitor this afternoon? He wasn't fiction. He was flesh and blood, and while I had felt disgusted about how I had been manipulated into doing the things he had me do, the plain and simple truth was that I liked it. More than liked it. Ray made me feel like I wasn't a worn-out old woman with sagging breasts and no future, and while I was sore in places I had never been sore before, it was worth it. 

The Literotica e-mail inbox contained a few messages from old friends wondering how I was, but there was a message from an address I wasn't familiar with. These I approached warily because you never know what you were going to find. Some of the pictures and videos people sent me were rather graphic, to say the least, but I clicked on the message anyway.



Marie.

Hope you get this okay. This afternoon was fun wasn't it? Too bad we didn't have more time because there were a lot more things I wanted to do with and to you. Attached are a couple of souvenirs for you.

best wishes,

Ray



Chills went down my spine as I read his message, and then I opened up the pictures.

"Son of a bitch," I mumbled to myself as I looked at a couple of photos taken with a phone or something, and the first thing I thought of was wondering whether Dave was still able to monitor my mail and was looking at what I was.

The photos were taken by Ray while I was - busy. They showed an aging blonde on her knees, someone who I thought was easily recognizable despite the camera angle and the quality of the photo, with an enormous cock in her mouth.

One showed me stretching out Ray's dick by sucking on his foreskin while the other had my jaws opened as wide as they could go, my eyes closed and my lips halfway down the veiny ebony cock.

This added another wrinkle to this drama I had created for myself. Not only did I have to worry about whether my Literotica profile would show up on a toilet wall at work, but now was the possibility that pictures of me sucking the janitor's cock would appear all over the place.

My reactions were predictable. I was mad, mad at myself and mad at Ray for taking the pictures. Then the anger faded as I kept looking at the pictures, and in the end my hand had slipped inside the fold of my bathrobe.

The final result had me almost falling out of the chair with the frozen dinner plastic dish and my fork bouncing off the computer table while I brought myself to orgasm. Not as good as the ones I had in the closet at work but good nonetheless.

I got myself as composed as possible before typing out a response to Ray, and after a couple of drafts managed to type out something coherent and sent it out. I stared at the pictures for about an hour in hopes that Ray would be able to check his mail, and then his response came.



***



The scene was like something out of a spy movie, I thought cynically as I walked way out in back of the school to an area we sometimes ate lunch on nice days. This wasn't lunch time though, it was midnight and there was nobody back there but me.

For the umpteenth time I asked myself what I was doing, having already posed the question several times on the way over, and just like every other time I couldn't come up with an answer.

Menopause? Been through that. Dementia? I didn't think so. Middle-age crazy? Maybe, but my soon to be ex-husband used that and I thought that was bullshit then, so me using it would not be right. Full blown insanity? Sounds plausible, but if you're crazy are you the first or last to know?

So I sat at the picnic table breathing in the stifling muggy air while looking across the field towards the school and waiting for a man who may or may not come after his work shift ended.

As if on cue, from across the way came a tall lean shadow that grows taller and more imposing with every stride. I stood up and waited for him to come to me, wondering what I look like in the dim light provided by the moon and stars along with some illumination from spotlights on the school behind the shadow man.

"Miss Provost," purred Ray, who seemed to be chewing on a toothpick as he came up to me, wearing the tank-top but having shed the green work shirt in a concession to the heat of the night by tying it around his waist. "Didn't expect to hear from you so soon."

"Those pictures," I said as I clutched the lapels of my raincoat. "Why did you take them?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Ray said with a smile, his pearly white bright in the murky darkness. "You looked amazing."

"I looked like a slut."

"True, but aren't we all? That picture with you trying to stick my whole cock down your throat?" Ray chuckled. "That's hot stuff."

"What are you going to do with them?" I asked.

"Look at them. Add them to my collection," Ray declared. "The collection just keeps growing. I would offer to let you see it, but that wouldn't be fair to the ladies in the pictures. Just like nobody will ever see yours."

"Thank you for that."

"Hell, there's a couple of your colleagues in the collection."

"What? You mean teachers from here?" I asked incredulously, my mind racing as I thought of the possibilities, ranging from the interesting to the absurd.

"Like I said, I'm discrete," Ray said before peeling off his tanktop and wiping his forehead with it. "Hot as balls out here. How can you stand wearing that raincoat?"

"I had taken a shower and didn't want to get dressed," I responded as I took a step back toward a tree and opened up my raincoat, wincing when I heard Ray's laughter as he saw that I was naked underneath.

"You a crazy lady Miss Provost!" Ray declared. "Just think, I was just like everybody else, thinking you're so prim and proper and here you are flashing your stuff at me out in public."

I pulled the raincoat back around me but Ray took a step towards me and pulled it open again.

"I wasn't laughing at your body, Miss Provost. I was digging how crazy you're getting. No, I like these," Ray said as he big hands reached down and started to knead my pliant breasts. "So, did you have a nice evening?"

"Not really," I gasped as my nipples popped out. "The afternoon was a lot better."

"What was wrong with the evening?"

"My husband was waiting on the porch for me," I explained while Ray plucked at my nipples. "He was hinting at wanting to reconcile but I wasn't having any of that."

"You argue?"

"No, I was too tired to argue. Too tired to fight so when he forced himself on me I let him do what he wanted so he would leave."

"You let him fuck you?" Ray said, using my sore nipples to pull my breasts upward as he seemed irritated at hearing this. "I don't usually leave them wanting more."

"I didn't want him. I didn't cum," I gasped as the combination of pain and pleasure became even stronger.

"Did he know you just got fucked?"

"No. He just climbed on," I whimpered before adding, "He went down on me first."

"Oh, he one of those?" Ray cackled. "There's some lady that I do sometimes. Her husband stands by the side of the bed and beats off while I bang her. One time I let him put my dick in her. Crazy motherfucker."

"No. I don't think he's like that," I sobbed while Ray twisted my nipples like he was tuning a radio. "But I don't know anymore."

"What exactly do you know, Miss Provost? Why you want to meet me like this?"

"Worried about the pictures," I said as Ray let my breasts ease back down.

"I told you that you got nothing to worry about."

"I know."

"So why are you still here?" Ray asked as I felt his hand slide through the dusting of hair around my sex until his digit found my opening. "Oh - I see why you here."

"Miss Provost, I'm tired. I had a busy night myself," Ray said while his fingers toyed with my tender insides. "I'm all sweaty and everything."

"I don't care about that," somebody said, although the words came out of my mouth as my hands when my hands went to Ray's pectoral muscles and squeezed the moist muscles.

"That right?" Ray asked. "Let's find out about that. Lick them. Suck on them."

My face was directed to Ray's nipple and I leaned forward and took the purplish chocolate bud in my mouth and sucked it, and when he told me to suck harder I did. Back and forth my mouth went, nibbling and sucking his nipples like a woman possessed while pawing at his taut frame.

"You a nasty lady," Ray said as he pulled my face off of his man-boob and grinned at me. "But if you want me to get it up for you I think you got to do better than that."

With that Ray calmly lifted his arm and with his other hand grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face under his arm, which because of our height differences lined up perfectly.

"Get on in there Miss Provost," Ray instructed as he pressed my face into the sweaty recess. "Lick me there. Let your tongue slide all over. Suck it. Lick me everywhere."

I did. Ray's armpit was sweaty and even though the perspiration was fresh the funk that hit my face made my eyes water. Ray had smelled so nice earlier, but 8 hours of working and fucking had changed that a bit. I wished he had made me do this back then because it would have been more pleasant but Ray didn't care about any of that and after a few minutes I didn't either.

"Oh! That's good. Lick it clean. You ARE nasty!" Ray declared after pushing my flushed face under his other arm, which I licked and sucked on just as I had the other one.

My husband had liked this done to him but this was way different. The kinky hairs that filled Ray's armpits were coarse to my lips and tongue, but I found myself becoming even crazier as the pungent scent had me humping Ray's knees and thigh with my pussy while I lapped his armpit from bicep to ribs, even running my tongue along the knife scar on his shoulder before he pulled me away.

"Yes," I whispered gratefully as Ray pulled my raincoat off me while I tried to get his belt undone.

"Not yet Miss Provost," Ray clucked as he spread my raincoat over the end of the picnic table and stopped me from climbing on like I had planned. "Want to feel your tongue so more."

I dropped to my knees onto the dewy grass as Ray stepped out of his pants and tugged down those satin boxers to reveal that incredible cock, which to my dismay was not fully erect. That was a situation I was eager to change but Ray had other ideas as he revealed while lifting his cock away from me.

That was fine with me because I had sucked on his balls before, but after I ducked my head between his thighs and started to gobble on those soggy nuts he informed me that wasn't what he wanted.

Instead, Ray turned around away from me and bent over the picnic table, resting his palms on my raincoat. I didn't know what he wanted me to do so he explained.

"Come on you nasty girl," Ray said as he wiggled his ass while backing it up towards by face. "Need a little lovin' there too. Get on in their and toss my salad for me."

"Ray," I whined as he spread his thighs apart, and from my position on the ground I had a splendid view of the underside of his balls and cock, but that's not where my tongue was wanted.

"Come on girl. The clock is ticking," Ray complained after I put my hands on his rock hard ass-cheeks and hesitated. "You know you want it."

Did I want it that bad? Did I want to please him so much that I would so what he wanted? My face moved closer, so close that my breath was bouncing off the underside of his dangling scrotum, and then I put my tongue on the ridge that ran from the base of his balls and slid it upward.

"Oh yeah!" Ray howled as my tongue slipped upwards toward his anus, and even in the murky light I could see the pink puckered ring surrounded by the ebony skin while I pushed my face into his steamy ass crack before my eyes went past. "Lick that hole."

Thankfully he was clean but still and all this was an ass I was licking, and with it came the usual tastes and aromas associated with that orifice but I kept licking up and down that same path while Ray howled his approval.

"That's it Miss Provost!" Ray said as he brought his hands back to his ass to spread the cheeks wider for me. "Get the tongue in there! Way into my bowels, you nasty thing!"

I closed my eyes as I tried to do what he asked, pushing the tip of my tongue into his anal cavity while trying not to think about what I was doing, and I guess I was doing okay.

"Nasty lady with a tongue like a serpent," Ray announced as he implored me to get in deep. "Reach under there and jack me off while you rim me."

My hand went under, blinding reaching to find something that was very easy to find, and my hand grabbed a cock that was on the way to being erect. My fist seized his flesh and blood sword and started to pump it while squeezing his balls with a lot of force. 

I even started using both hands on that veiny monster, maniacally milking Ray while keeping my face buried as deep into his ass crack as I could, taking consolation in the fact that I didn't think Ray would be able to take a picture of this.

"Showtime Miss Provost," Ray declared while spinning around and reaching under my arms and picking me up like a rag doll, placing me gently on my back onto the raincoat while spreading my thighs.

"Tell me how bad you want it," Ray taunted while spitting into his palm and stroking his swaying erection, making his glans pop in and out of view.

"I want it," I mumbled, the feel of Ray's fingers sliding into me making me shudder, my legs up in the air shaking a little as the long digits corkscrewed deep into me.

"What do you want Miss Provost?" Ray persisted. "Can't hear you."

Ray took his fingers out of my pussy and began slapping my labia with his cock, almost as if he was trying to make them puffier than they already were, and then he dipped the log into me just a bit before going back to clubbing my pussy lips.

"I want it - want your big cock in me," I pleaded, and then he started to slap his cock into my fold even harder, repeating that he couldn't hear me until I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Put your big black cock into me, you motherfucker!" I heard myself rant, but while I was shocked at my mouth and my level of frustration, it apparently was just what he wanted to hear.

"Yeah!" Ray hissed as he pushed the tip of his cock into my sore pussy, and he kept telling me what a nasty slut I was while he forced more and more of that huge organ into me.

Ray was relentless, thrusting himself in and out of me so hard the picnic table I was on was inching away from him a little each time. From there he only got more animated and his efforts even got the legs at this end of the table lifting off the ground, all the while I was flailing around trying to claw his chest while I had a series of tiny orgasms that had me shaking and wanting more.

We sounded like animals, with me barking like a seal with every thrust and Ray growling and snorting like a bull while his sweat rained down on me like a monsoon.

"Ray!" I cried out after a few more minutes, although I don't know why, and his response was to grab me behind the neck to force me to look at his impaling me while I screamed, "Gonna c-c-cum!"

I felt my orgasm - a real one - rising up inside of me, seeming to start at my toes and as surging up through my body, and then as I began to cum Ray pulled out. I forced his cock out, he would tell me later - and then I remember seeing a wave of fluids gush out of me and onto Ray before my head slipped out of his grasp and slammed back onto the table.

The next 30 seconds or so I'm not sure about because I was having some kind of seizure. I had experienced an orgasm like this before once but that was decades earlier. Now I guess I just reclined there and convulsed while Ray pushed his cock back into me and went back to thrusting, albeit much more gently now.

The orgasm, so incredible in intensity and length, began to become painful when it would not stop. I remember begging Ray to stop as my legs quivered over his shoulders, and I was going through aftershocks with my body shaking uncontrollably as I told him I would finish him off with my mouth because I couldn't take it any more.

Ray pulled his cock out of me slowly, and after it was out I got into a fetal position as the little aftershocks continued to roll through me.

"I came already just before you did," Ray said as he came over and knelt on the bench, running his hand through my hair while asking me if I was alright.

"Think so," I said, the word "so" coming out in three syllables while my body went through what I hoped was the final spasm. "What was that? What did you do?"




Lick Me There - Everywhere



"Fucked you," Ray said with a smile as he looked at me like I was an alien or something. "You one crazy lady Miss Provost." 

"Can't argue with that," I agreed while trying to figure out if I could get up.

"Uh - I think we better get out of here," Ray suggested. "You got a little loud."

"Did I?" I asked as I felt the back of my neck for evidence of how I almost gave myself a concussion with the picnic table.

"Yeah, well first you were barking like a seal when I was banging into you," Ray explained as he waved back to the woods and the neighborhood that was out of sight but apparently within earshot. "And when you screamed I heard somebody way back there yelling they were going to call the cops."

"Omigod" I said as I squirmed off my raincoat which was as messy as I had feared, and as I put it back on I continued. "Hope I didn't scream anything bad. I don't remember much of that. The seal part I do. Hope I didn't say anything offensive." 

"Can't offend me Miss Provost," Ray said as he put his clothes on. "I heard it all before. Turns me on when ladies get all crazy on me. You raised the bar on crazy there though."

"Ooh - I guess you did cum," I said as I felt his seed ooze out of my ravaged pussy and down the insides of my thighs, but when I started walking I got really unsteady as putting my legs close to each other proved a bit painful. "Going to take us a while to get back to the parking lot at this rate. You better go ahead."

"Can't do that," Ray said as he reached down and scooped me up and carried me across the field.

It may not have been Richard Gere carrying Debra Winger out of the factory in "An Officer And a Gentlemen" but it was close enough for me. Whether it was done to help get us out of there faster in case the police arrived or just out of the goodness of Ray's heart, I didn't know and didn't really care. It was sweet and choked me up a little.

We made it to my car, and when Ray said good night and started walking away I asked him where his car was since the lot was empty.

"I get the bus," he informed me.

"Not tonight," I said, insisting he get in. 

Ray did, and after I pulled out of the lot and down the street I saw a police car in my rear-view mirror pulling into the school lot.

"That would have been interesting," I suggested as we laughed at our good fortune.

"You might have been embarrassed but that would have been better than what would have happened to me," Ray told me. "Especially if they caught us doing it. They don't like that - least not some of them, cops included. Brother humping a white lady? Uh-uh." 

"That's happened to you?"

"No, but I heard stories," Ray said, and I told him that I hoped that sort of thing was in the past because things seemed to be getting better these days.

"Better I guess, but the truth is that a lot of white folks don't like blacks," Ray said, pausing to give me directions to his house as we approached a very different part of town. "Also true that a lot of black folk don't like whites either."

"Well, maybe our children and our children's children will figure things out," I said as the neighborhood got worse until Ray said we were there.

"Thanks for the lift," Ray said as he looked around, maybe hoping that no friends were around to see him with an old white lady.

"We're even with the lifts. I'd still be walking across the field if you didn't carry me," I reminded Ray. "No fun getting old."

"You ain't so old," Ray said. "You must have been really wild when you were my age."

"Not really," I had to admit. 

"The stuff I had you do to me - I feel kind of guilty about it now. Couldn't believe you were doing it. Did you like doing that stuff - especially the places I had you lick - you know?"

"You didn't make me," I reminded Ray. "Most of that I would never have done on my own, that much I know. Maybe I just needed to get a lot out of my system, so don't feel guilty about it. Some of it I liked more than I should have maybe, so perhaps deep inside I really am a - what did you call me? A nasty lady?"

"Yeah."

"As long as bitch and ho weren't attached to the nasty I was good with that too," I said in explaining my loathing of those words,

and before Ray got out of my car I told him I had to make sure he understood something. 

"What I did tonight - and yesterday afternoon? I never did anything like that before. Nothing even remotely close. Those stories I wrote were all made up fantasies, I swear. You're the first man I've been with besides my husband in almost 40 years."

"I believe you," Ray told me as he opened the door. "I liked the stories though and I treated you the way it seemed you wanted your character to be treated. We were both like stereotypes in a way. I don't act that way all the time with females. I can be sweet and charming."

"I know," I said, and after we said goodnight - with my first ever fist-pump to boot - I drove home. Maybe I didn't feel good about myself yet, but I felt good. Good and sore. Very very sore.



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Lick Me There



Ren's fingers found my nipples, pinching them harder than I expected, softer than I wanted. Our mouths slid over one another. My shoulders twisted. We parted for a breath. One of us snarled.

We kissed again, but not for long. Soon Ren's mouth slipped from mine, her lips running over my neck, suckling as she moved. I knew where she was going and I arched my back, lifting my modest bosom to meet her advance.

"I love your little brown nipples," she whispered before taking the leftmost one between her lips.

I moved my hands from her ribs as she licked, cupping my palms to cradle her bosom. Her licking became a suckling. My caressing became a massaging. She nibbled. I groped.

We fell to the floor in a writhing pile of hands and lips. Somewhere in that pile, four of Ren's parallel fingers found my sex. My butt cheeks tightened. I felt her massage my mons, then slide her fingers down into my folds.

"Alright," Ren whispered. "I don't fancy even one hair in my mouth, and pubes like yours are where the term rug-munching came from. If we're really going to be pussy partners, you're going to start waxing."

I emitted a single audible exhale followed by a single audible syllable. "No."

Renee jerked her face back to look into mine. "What?"

"I'm not shaving unless I want to."

My friend's throat flexed. She tongued her lips. "Ok," she relented. "You don't have to."

I smiled. "In that case, I might want to."

Ren pursed her lips and looked at me sideways. "You're a wicked little minx, aren't you?"

I wrinkled my nose. "I'm learning from the best."

"So, I can do you?"

"What?"

"Wax you."

"Wax? Doesn't that hurt?"

"Yeah, but in a good way."

I smirked. "Good way?"

"You'll see."

"Now?"

Ren's smile broadened for an instant, then faded just as fast. "Nah. It can wait. Unless your ass is hairy too."

I giggled. "It might be."

"Really? Well, I guess I'll see for myself soon enough." Her hand again found my fur, and the folds therein. She stroked me but twice before I felt my nether lips part. My loins clenched twice in anticipation. Her mouth leapt to my neck, but she didn't kiss- she sucked. Hard.

"You're leaving a hickey," I squealed.

With a resounding smack, Renee pried her lips from my neck and brought the tip of her nose to mine. "Worried about what Pam will think if I mark you?"

"Not Pam," I gasped. "My parents."

She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "Them again?" Without awaiting reply, she stood and marched the few meters to the shower.

The spray of the water hissed against the tiled walls at the same moment the truth behind her question struck my soul. Rising, I kicked my panties from my feet. With a sigh, I joined Ren in the stall and closed the curtain behind me.

For a second we but looked at one another, the water darkening, then flattening our hair, before running in cascades over our bodies.

Ren moved forward, bringing our nipples adjacent to one another. Wiggling her torso, she snapped her excited nubs across mine. I shivered. We both smiled.

"I've always wanted to do that," she squealed. As if she needed to prove it, she did it again. I glanced down at her perky breasts and the perky nipples atop them. Seeming to read my thoughts, she arched her back and extended her chest toward me. I leaned to one side, bringing my face to her bosom. I stroked her nipples with my nose, examining their orange contours before my passion compelled my lips to action.

Ren's hands found my hair while I nursed, first combing my locks, but soon gripping them and pulling my face deeper into her feminine softness. My hands found her ass, groping her muscles in a rhythm that matched my suckling, each of us escalating our ferocity over the passing of a minute, maybe two.

"Oh, God," Renee gasped when we separated. "We better save some for later."

Her nipple fell from my mouth. I stood, panting through my still parted lips. "Yes, but not much later."

She shook her head. "No. Not much." For a few seconds, water dripped from her brow across a pair of wandering eyes. "We're really going to do this, aren't we?"

"We're already doing this," I reminded her.

She paused to swallow. "I've never been with a girl."

I smiled. "Neither have I."

Ren sniggered. "I know you haven't."

"Really?" I said. "How can you be so sure?" Before she could answer, I kissed her again, pushing her against the wall. She uttered a gasp when her back met the cold tiles. I continued my assault, mashing my mouth against hers, suckling each of her lips lengthwise in turn while she attempted to do the same with mine.

We continued until want of oxygen forced our mouths apart. "We better wash," she gasped between pants. "My hot water doesn't last long." With that she spun. Grabbing a towel bar for stability, she thrust her bottom toward me. She wiggled her ass and snapped her head to look over her shoulder. "Soap's on the shelf."

Reaching upward, I pressed the plunger on the dispenser twice before turning back to my friend. I gulped, then tongued my lips. What are you worried about? I wondered. Not as if you haven't washed yourself there plenty of times.

Still unsure of the answer, I moved forward. Using my body to block the water from Ren's, I began to lather her privates in the most delicate of motions.

"Go on," she urged. "I won't break."

With a brisk nod, I did so, massaging her bald sex with my fingers. At once, she began to squirm beneath my touch. I moved my free hand about her waist, steadying myself, pressing my chest against her back.

"Nice," she whispered in a long drone. "But inside. Clean me inside."

My four fingers maintaining their massage, I moved my thumb to her passage, running a few circuits of the entryway before I eased the digit within. The slick warmth reminded me at once of my own pussy. I swallowed. This morning, and the bed in which I had awoken, suddenly seemed so far away.

Renee continued to gyrate her hips in the same slow circular motion. I began to twirl my thumb within her, trying to match her rhythm. Instead, she matched mine. I noticed my modest bosom surging with each breath, an outward representation of a growing tempest within me. I began to rub my breasts along my lover's back while continuing the alleged bathing of her loins. My lips found her flesh, just below her shoulders.

It was just a kiss, and a short one at that, but Ren noticed at once. She snapped her head about, her face appearing over the shoulder I had just kissed. Her lips barely parted, she waited.

I stretched, but found in our position my lips but grazed hers. We both groaned our lament. I started to adjust my stance to reach that extra centimeter or two.

"Ok," Ren whispered, stopping my intended advance. "Wash the other inside."

I looked into her eyes, then nodded. Sliding my fingers from her sex I squeezed my hand into the cleft of her buttocks until the tips of my longest digits grazed her supple wrinkles. There I rubbed slow circles in the tender softness, my pressure growing with each circuit. Again, Ren's hips began to churn in a tempo that matched the motion of my hand.

"Inside," she gasped. "Wash me inside."

I stiffened my middle finger and pressed.

"Oh!" Renee chirped. "Slower! And careful with your nail!"

I held her tighter and pushed again, this time with a steady, gentle pressure. Her anus twitched, then relaxed, allowing the tip of my finger to slide within.

"Good," she whispered. "Push in another knuckle, then fuck me with it."

This I did. Within seconds, Ren's butt cheeks flexed, her ass grasping my invading digit. Thinking I had caused some discomfort, I stopped.

"No!" she admonished at once. "Keep going."

With a single brisk nod, I began to pump my finger again.

"And spin it," Renee directed. "Back and forth."

I followed these instructions also, but I had barely attained what I thought was a good rhythm when my friend spoke again.

"That's enough."

I paused, my finger still embedded in her ass.

"Pull it out," she directed. "It's your turn."

I eased my digit out then held it aloft under the spray of the shower. To my surprise the skin appeared spotless. Hearing a giggle, I shifted my focus to my companion.

Ren smiled, the water falling in rivulets over her face. "Expecting a little brown coating?"

I grinned back, more in embarrassment than anything else. "Yeah."

"Assholes are a lot cleaner than most people imagine. Let's have a look at yours." With that, she slid past me, offering me the position she had just occupied. I swallowed, then moved to grasp the horizontal bar, my legs spread to the edges of the stall beneath me.

"Ass out," Renee demanded.

Staring at the tiles, I complied.

Her right arm snaked about my body, her hand finding, then cupping my left breast. My gaze dropped to her kneading fingers as her other hand found my butt, groping the muscles of my cheek.

Ren moved her lips near my ear. "You've a nice ass," she whispered. "It deserves to be licked."

Before I could even think to reply, she was gone. I snapped my eyes over my shoulder to find her kneeling behind me. A second later, her thumbs invaded the cleft of my ass, separating my cheeks. The muscles in my buttocks flexed their surprise.

"Relax," Ren said. "I'm just going to clean you like you did me."

I stared again at the tiles and nodded.

"God," she gasped. "You are a little furball!"

My eyes widened and wandered. I inhaled a sharp breath. "So?"

"So nothing; you just are."

I was still trying to analyze my friend's words for signs of deceit when I felt her hands shift. Her left moved about my thigh. Her right slid to my loins, the thumb locating my anus while her fingers found my sex. The tips of these five digits began to massage me. Much like my friend only minutes before, I found my hips imitating the motion.

In spite of the movement of my ass, Ren's lips still found my left cheek. I inhaled a breath as I felt her unexpected kiss. After that second's shock, I again relaxed, savoring the feel of her mouth upon my butt.

"The water's getting colder," Renee noted, "I'll have to hurry."

Blinking, I forced my mind to concentrate on the water flowing over my back. "Ok," I muttered, realizing with much chagrin she was correct about the decline in temperature.

Ren's hands left my body. Only her finger returned, probing my pucker. At once, all the muscles of my ass tightened.

"Relax," she instructed. "When I push, pretend you're trying to shit."

"What?" I gasped.

"Just do it," she insisted with a snicker. "If you really do lose something, it'll be my problem, not yours."

With a nod, I stared again at the tiles before me. "Ok."

This time when I felt her finger touch me, I pushed in the manner she had directed. To my surprise, her finger slid in without the slightest resistance, or discomfort. My eyes widened. I swallowed. My sphincter contracted, gripping the invading digit. 

"Nice," Ren whispered. "Now let go."

I pushed again and my tiny circular muscles relaxed. Renee's finger moved again, pistoning and rotating in a slow, yet jagged motion. Of their own accord my ass cheeks began to contract and my rings with them. Each time I tried to relax as my lover continued to move her finger within me. The intensity of the sensations increased, as did the frequency of my involuntary spasms.

"What's it feel like?" she inquired.

I issued an abashed giggle. "A little like I'm going poo."

A cackle came from below, followed by, "Poo?! You're an adult. You can say shit."

"Fine," I snapped. "It feels like I'm going shit."

"Do you like it?"

"I don't know."

"That's good enough for me." With that Renee's finger left my body. At once, I knew the answer to her previous question; I had liked it- a lot. She bathed the exterior of my anus for another quarter minute, making no move to again penetrate me.

I caught myself frowning as I heard my friend stand behind me. Turning, I half-intended to ask her to finger-fuck my ass some more.

Renee pushed her hand toward my face, middle finger extended. "Sniff."

At first I recoiled a centimeter, but then I recovered to ease my twitching nose forward. "Nothing," I muttered.

"Yeah," Ren smiled. "You're clean as a whistle. Let's go!" With that, she spun and darted beyond the curtain.

I turned off the water and followed, walking straight into her outstretched hand and the towel therein. Accepting the cloth, I started to bring it to my body, but Ren's towel got there first.

I looked up. She grinned and continued to pat my flesh with her cloth. I smiled back and moved my towel to her shoulder. In a clumsy fashion, we each tried to dry the other, our skin sprouting goose pimples as the moisture evaporated from our bodies.

After a minute of this, Renee flipped her towel about the back of her neck. My hand stopped moving. Looking into her eyes, I awaited her next move.

With a subtle grin, she coaxed my towel from my grasp and dropped it. Never breaking eye contact, her hands found mine. "Care to dance?"

I couldn't contain a snicker as she proceeded to waltz me into her bedroom, humming some melody I vaguely recognized.

"Let me guess," Ren said, "you don't like to dance?"

"Don't know. Never have?"

"Why am I not surprised?" 

The sun ducked behind some clouds, lending the room a grayer tint. Renee stopped. She looked to the window, then back to me. "Ready?"

I felt my throat flex. "Sure. What do we do?"

My friend bounced her brow and flashed that innocent smile. "You know we're gonna do. The only question is, who goes first?"

I shrugged. "Guess we could flip a coin." 

I meant it to be a jest, but Ren seemed to take me literally. Her eyes shifted to gaze over my shoulder. "Don't look behind you," she instructed. "Call the last digit of the time on the DVD player. Odd or even."

With my head moving in a slow bob, I digested her words. "Even." I turned. The little green numerals read 4:07. Spinning back to Ren, I shrugged. "Guess you win."

"No," she said, bouncing of her brow a single time. "We both win. I just win first." With a smile and a shudder, she spun and leapt onto her bed, then crawled to the headboard. Dropping her towel, she tucked her arms across her chest and laid her head sideways on the pillow, leaving her spine to arch toward her exposed bottom.

"I'm ready," Renee squealed, rotating her chin to her shoulder so that I could see one of her eyes and half of her smile.

I glanced from her face to her upturned flank. There, above her bald vulva, in the valley of her cheeks, lay a carroty patch. At first, I thought it was hair, but looking closer I realized it was the hue of her flesh. With a sigh, I attempted to steady my resolve; sure, I'd just washed it, inside and out, but it was still an ass, and I had agreed to lick it.

"Please," Ren begged. "Don't keep me waiting."

With a second sigh, I crawled onto the bed. Approaching, I could smell her scent, subtle, yet alluring. Her nether lips lay exposed too. I couldn't resist giving them a lick first. Or maybe I was just stalling. Regardless, I leaned with my tongue extended, pushing as far between her thighs as I could reach.

I drew my spread appendage in a long, slow stroke across the folds of her sex, encountering more of her sharp flavor as I went. Her hips shimmied, either in anticipation, or as an invitation.

I heeded neither, continuing my slow lick until I'd come to the lowermost reaches of her labia. Prodding, I tasted the soft folds of her entry.

"This is something I usually have to tell guys," Ren announced. "Wrong hole!"

I removed my mouth. "You know how I hate being bossed."

"Please," she whined. "It was a request. Really. Please! Please lick my other hole."

"Ok," I relented. "Since you asked nicely."

In spite of my words, I brought my tongue back to her sex, giving her moist passage a final firm probe before drawing my tongue upward, over a sharp fold of her skin, onto the smooth trail that led to that other hole, the one peeking from within the orange shadows of her ass cheeks.

My tongue crept over her flesh. Renee whimpered, but I moved not one bit faster. Her rosebud dropped out of view beneath the tip of my nose. I paused. Sniffing and detected nothing unpleasant, I continued my extended lick. A dozen seconds later my tongue detected a different texture. First it was just rough. Then some ridges. The ridges turned to wrinkles. At last, the wrinkles converged.

"Oh, God." Ren pulled away, just a bit, as if I had hurt her. A moment later, her ass sprang back, pushing against my face.

"You like?" I asked.

"Yes," my friend moaned.

I smiled. "Well, don't move next time. I lost my place." Retreating to her vaginal aperture, I once again drew my tongue along her flesh. I could hear her raspy breathing, but nothing else. This time when my tongue reached her anus, she leaned into me. Her tiny circular muscles flexed as if they were trying to somehow kiss my tongue.

"There!" Ren squealed. "Lick me there!"

I drew my tongue once over her wrinkles, then reversed the direction, bathing her ass with the smoother bottom of my tongue.

Renee's body shuddered. Her ass wiggled. She issued two crisp whimpers, much like a dog begging to be let out of doors.

Emboldened, I ran my tongue back and forth across her anus. There wasn't any flavor, but there was a scent, the aroma of her arousal emanating from her adjacent pussy, increasing with every pass of my tongue. I began making each journey shorter than the last until I but waved my tongue back and forth across her asshole. For me, the taboo was gone. There was nothing unpleasant here; it was just another way to love my lover. I was happy to be an asslicker, happy to be Ren's asslicker.

I began to wonder what it would be like when she licked mine. Would my anus quiver and flex as hers did? I pressed my lips over the valley of her ass and pushed hard, driving my tongue into her wrinkles. Her sphincter spasmed beneath my onslaught, then relaxed, allowing me access to a centimeter within.

Ren began to buck, pushing against me while I forced my tongue farther into her. "Oh no!" she cried. "No! This isn't fair."

I took her words to be some kind of strange praise until she released a long moan and then a single word.

"Stop."

I did. Renee spun to sit near the edge of the bed. Her shoulders sagged. Her eyes narrowed. Her brow dropped. She closed her eyes. And then I heard it; the long, low, raspy sound of air escaping a snug valve.

With a shrug, she opened her eyes. I smiled. She pouted, her cheeks favoring a shade of pink. Then we shared a giggle.

The sounds of our laughter fading, my friend pouted again, an obvious fake one this time. "I'm afraid that happens a lot when I get excited. You?"

I shook my head. "No. Not that I can remember."

"It's not fair," she moaned. "That was so good!"

"I suppose we could go wash you again." 

Ren's eyes flitted to the washroom and for a second I worried she might accept. Then she shook her head. "Only if the same thing happens to you. But for now, it's your turn."

"Ok." With that and a nod, I started to crawl toward the headboard.

"No," Renee insisted, rolling to the floor. "Lay down over here, with your ass near the edge of the bed." She unfolded the towel along the side of the mattress, then patted it for emphasis.

With another bob of my head, I scooted, easing my loins closer to the edge, and my newfound lover.

"C'mon," she snapped. "You're not scared, are you?" She didn't wait for a reply, instead wrapping her forearms beneath my knees and tugging me into the desired position.

Seconds later, with Ren's eyes peering at me along the surface of my abdomen, she slid her nose forward into the folds of my womanhood. Her eyes widened. She bounced her brow once. Closing her eyes, she began to rub her face over my sex.




Lick Me There



Within seconds, I felt a warm moistness begin to explore my nether lips.

"Wrong hole!" I noted in a deliberate mock.

Renee ignored me and went right on licking my pussy. Within moments, I decided it was the right hole after all. My head fell to the mattress. My eyes closed. My thighs began to shudder. My ass cheeks again flexed. My hips pushed upward to meet her pressure.

But she was gone.

I'd barely time to moan my discontent before I felt the tip of her nose nuzzling the cleft of my ass.

"Doesn't smell at all," Ren noted. "Unless you count that cunt juice you're leaking."

I popped my head up. Her eyes barely peeked above the tufts of my pelt. I felt it; the same warm moistness that had teased my pussy now teased my ass, snaking along the curves of my butt cheeks, dancing about my anus, the muscles of which flexed their impatience.

My mouth fell. "Please," I begged. "Please lick me there."

"Where?" Ren quipped.

"My ass!" I clarified. "Please lick my ass!"

"Hold your legs up."

My knees and hands sprang to one another.

Ren bounced her brow once. "You want it bad, don't you?"

"Yes," I moaned. "Please. Please don't make me wait."

She didn't. The next second her tongue covered my ass, bathing my delicate rosebud in slow, wide licks.

My ass cheeks clenched, hard this time, starting a wave that rolled up my spine to wiggle my shoulders, then reversed course, running the length of my body until my suspended toes twitched. "Yes," I gasped. "That is so good."

"Told you!"

My teeth clenched as I thought to scold my lover for her pause, but her tongue was back where it belonged before mine had stirred to protest. "Please don't stop," I whispered, allowing my head to fall to the mattress.

My hips began to churn. The muscles of my ass, both large and small, contracted and relaxed in a sporadic sequence not of my choosing. Eyes closed, I savored the sensations. I heard an extended whimper, then another. On the third such resonance, it dawned on me that I was the source of the sounds.

I can't say if Renee took my moans of joy as a cue, but it certainly seemed that way. She pressed her face harder upon my exposed nether regions. The tip of her nose teased the uppermost of my two apertures while her tongue probed, rather than bathed, the lower one.

Minutes later, I had become lost in a happy delirium, a bliss where my lover's tongue would remain forever on my ass. But it didn't, of course. My eyes flew open as I felt the warm moistness vanish.

"I love the way your asshole wiggles when I lick it," Ren said, "almost like it's welcoming me."

"Uh huh," I grunted, hoping that would be the end of the conversation.

"Try to go poo."

My head popped upward. "Here?!"

Ren winked. "You heard me."

I grinned back. Somewhere inside, I felt she'd still get her kicks picking on me like that, but now it would be in private. "I'm a big girl," I reminded. "You can say shit."

Ren nodded. "Poo. Shit. Whatever. Just do it, just like in the shower."

"Ok," I muttered. Allowing my head to drop, I closed my eyes and pretended I was in the washroom, sitting, pushing. Just that easy it happened. My rings relaxed and my lover's tongue burrowed inside.

My muscles tightened. Renee mumbled something. I pushed again, with the same result, except this time I overcame the impulse to expel her tongue.

My anus still quivered, but my rings remained relaxed, allowing my lover's tongue free reign of the smooth texture within the circular muscles.

My breathing shifted at once into a crisp, ragged pattern, stifling my moans. My entire body rippled in subtle, almost agonizing spasms. For a moment, I felt an all but desperate urge to weep. I opened my eyes and found them moist. Then I realized the source of my anguish.

"I need to come," I moaned.

"And bad!" Ren agreed, in a tone I took to be far too jolly considering the seriousness of my distress. I expected her mouth to return to my body, but it did not. "Have you ever even came?"

"Sure."

"With a boy?"

"Well, no."

"What about with a toy?"

"Yes. Lots."

"Up your ass?"

"What?"

"How many times have you come with a toy up your ass?"

"I've never had a toy up my ass!"

Renee smiled. "Nice."

I started to ask what she meant, but I felt it before I could speak, something else where my lover's tongue has so recently been; a cool, slimy sensation followed by a soft pressure.

"Relax," she instructed. "Try and shit again."

This time, I trusted her completely. I could almost feel my eyes swell with my sphincter as I pushed, then bulge wider still as the tip of the toy expanded my ass. The next moment, the pressure was gone, and with it the toy.

"Good," Ren whispered. "Try again. Just like that one."

I did, and it was just like that one. And the next one as well. Only on the fourth push did my rings surrender a little more. I panicked at once, squeezing the toy out again.

"Ok," my friend encouraged. "This time you're going to let it in."

She pushed. I pushed. And the toy slid in; nice and snug. My novice asshole clenched upon the unfamiliar intruder. "Oh," I gasped through a lengthy exhale. "Nice."

Ren giggled. "You wait."

Eyes closed, I once again reclined, savoring the still novel sensations of having my ass played with. It was no longer some nasty place to be ashamed of; it was instead a source of almost divine pleasure. With my breathing deepening, my rings flexed, feeling the toy as my lover began to move it within me in a slow, steady motion.

"Doesn't hurt at all, does it?"

My head vibrated at once. "No."

"You're going to beg your next boyfriend to assfuck you, aren't you?"

"No," I snapped. "I want you to assfuck me!"

With a snicker, Renee brought the toy's movement to a halt. "Well, you know how I hate to be bossed. I guess you better ask nicely."

I clamped my eyes even tighter and caught my mouth in a pucker. The irony forced a grin to my face. "Please," I whispered. "Will you please fuck my ass?"

"That's better," she hissed.

Again sensing the phallus slide within my anus, I released a long sigh through my still parted lips. My rings clenched again, and my buttocks with them. Savoring the fullness, I began to rotate my hips in sync with the motion of my lover's wrist.

The next moment, I felt a presence at my other opening. With a gasp, my eyes flew wide, only to close again as I felt Ren's tongue begin to bathe my sex.

Long, slow strokes she took, matching the motion of the toy within my ass. My fingers groped the flesh near my knees, and external symptom of the tension mounting inside of me. How I wanted to move my hands to her head and pull her mouth to my clit!

"That's it," I moaned. "But higher. Harder. Please. I need it." I was right. Many times in my life I had wanted to come, but now I needed to come.

"I know," Renee whispered. "Don't worry. I'm not some guy. You'll get yours."

I expected her mouth to return to my body, but when I felt her presence again on my sex, it was a finger instead of a tongue. For an instant, I wanted to scream my disapproval, but in that instant her finger rushed inside me, then pulled up, rubbing the ceiling of my passage.

Instead of a reprimand, I issued a crisp, "Oh!"

"Nice, huh?" Ren said. "Now get ready for the ride of your life- and whatever happens, just let it."

Her tongue was still in motion a second later, but a different motion, bathing the upper reaches of my nether lips as her finger increased the pressure inside. All the while, her other hand eased the toy back and forth within my ass.

My thighs quivered, then sought to clamp Ren's head. Within my loins a strange tingling began. The next instant, it seemed, my bladder begged for release.

With lips already parted to protest, I recalled my lover's recent words, "whatever happens, let it." I closed my mouth and tried to relax. The sensation intensified. Clamping my eyes tight, I tried to pee, to no avail. I began to whimper, unsure what was happening.

Before the sounds of my whines had faded from my ears, Ren's tongue halted at the top of her stroke. She drew between her lips the entire upper union of my labia, clit included. The tingling exploded within my loins as she began to first roll, then suckle my tender nub within her mouth.

My eyes bolted open and my mouth with them. My brain intended to ask what she was doing, but my body had other ideas. Not a single word issued from my parted lips. Instead, I heard something much closer to a howl.

Trembling, my neck arched backward, mimicking a curve that ran the length of my spine. For a second, my body shuddered in that position. Eyelids fluttered over orbs I am certain must have been glazed. There was a moment, just a moment, of something close to pain- and then it was gone.

Muscles that had spasmed, now contracted. I felt my pussy grasp her finger, almost suckling it back while she continued to suckle my clit. My ass clamped down on the toy, bringing its movement to an instantaneous halt.

A half-second later, my muscles relaxed in unison. My body all but collapsed back onto the bed. Opening my mouth, I forced myself to inhale a much-needed breath.

Renee ceased sucking and resumed her gentle licking. Her finger began to move, this time petting rather than rubbing my aroused inner passage. The toy again slid within my ass. I lay there for several seconds, panting and staring at the ceiling. Then I felt it, a crisp spasm that jerked my thighs toward one another.

"More," I begged in a whisper.

My lover paused to utter a quick, "Of course," before her tongue returned to bathe my folds. Her finger began to rub me again inside, only better, harder, than before. Even faster the toy moved within my ass.

The apparent need to urinate again assaulted my brain. Beneath fluttering lids, my eyes rolled back in my head. This time, with hardly a thought, I relaxed, letting it go. Again, I felt my lover suck my clit, hood and all, into her mouth.

"Oh, God," I gasped at once, the intensity building faster than the before.

My knees quaked, then snapped toward one another. I heard my teeth clap together in the same instant. My body twisted. My muscles clenched. Ren tongued my clit. Again I bayed.

Seconds later, I opened my eyes. My gaze wandered. I was lying on my side, looking at the footboard, though I could not recall having rolled.

Renee's head peeked over my still bent knees. "Wow. That was a good one!"

My sphincter flexed, confirming the toy was still lodged within my ass. I leaned, toppling again onto my back. "What are you doing to me?"

"Showing you what you've been missing."

"Ok," I managed between pants. "Show me more."

Ren snickered. "You are a little minx, aren't you?"

With moistened eyes, I considered the poor girl I had been, the one that had wasted too many years of her life living the way she believed others wanted her to. I smiled. "If it means I get more then, yeah, I'm a minx."

Renee flashed her own smile, her upper teeth resting on her lower lip. It was anything but oh-so-innocent. "Ok. But you owe me."

A half-hour later, I could do little but lie within the warmth of my lover's arms. Occasionally I felt a shiver, or a spasm, but mostly I just lay there; and breathed.

Ren's fingers combed my hair back as she brought her lips to my forehead. "I want you to stay."

"The night?" I mumbled.

"Yes. And tomorrow night. And the next."

My eyes roamed the modest bedroom before they returned to my lover's face. Her jade irises seemed to pulse, shimmering like a mirage on a hot day. My chest heaved with a deliberate breath. I blinked once. My tongue pushed, parting my lips just before they passed a single whispered word. "Ok."

Renee giggled through a grin. "That's it? Just 'Ok'?"

My head moved a centimeter, maybe two, in the briefest of nods. "Yeah. Ok. That's what you wanted, right?"

"What about your parents?"

I issued a shrug. "What about them?"

Ren brought her lips again to my forehead. "Whadaya suppose Pam's gonna think?"

"We're friends. She'll understand."

"Best friends."

I shook my head. "Best friends are nice, but pussy partners are even better." I twisted and craned my neck, offering my parted lips to my lover.

Ren nodded her agreement, then moved her mouth to mine.

Deep inside, I knew the pixyish redhead was a little too temperamental for me, but I caught myself smiling through our kiss just the same. For now, she was what I wanted. And when it was over, no one would catch me looking back, much less with any regrets.

*

THE END

Copyright 2005 by Penelope Street

Posted with permission at Literotica.com

All other rights reserved.

Special thanks to Patricia for her editing expertise.

This is a work of fiction. To the best of the author's knowledge, none of the events depicted ever occurred. Renee, Nicole, and Pam are fictional characters. Their views, opinions, and experiences are invented as well and are not meant to promote anyone's personal beliefs or agenda. In no way should their behavior be construed as a recommendation that their activities are safe and/or desirable.



Lick My Ass...



When I was 19, I attended Boston University. Being almost 3000 miles from home was tough, but I enjoyed it. But not nearly as much as I enjoyed a particular trip back home for Christmas when I was a sophomore. That Christmas, something incredible happened. Something I hope will happen again, and again, and again.

My sister Emily had just turned 18 and entered college herself. As a freshman at Arizona State, she was having the time of her life. She had written to me about the fake ID her "big sister" in her sorority had given her and she was drinking and partying nearly every night of the week. I could imagine what ELSE she was doing every night of the week too. My sister is 5' 9'' with platinum blond hair, large but perky breasts, and an ass that would make your mouth water when it's hugged by her Abercrombie and Fitch jeans.

So this particular Christmas was her first time back home from college, and the first time I got to see her since we both left for our respective universities. When I got home from the airport, there she was, all 110 pounds of her, just the way I remembered. It was good to see her again, and we gave each other the obligatory, if not awkward, sibling hug. For the first few days back home we didn't talk much since we were unaccustomed to the home surroundings. Christmas came and went, as well as New Years, and then the family had a ski trip planned.

Our entire family headed up to ski at a mountain a few hours from our house. We spent the first day skiing and enjoyed a good nights sleep after the exhausting activities, but the next day we were snowed in, and the lifts on the mountain were closed. Stuck indoors, my sister and I hung out together upstairs at the cabin we had rented. There was a loft area that she and I were sharing with our other sister to sleep in, and we hung out in it for most of the day, playing cards and watching TV.

While we were playing a game of Go Fish, our conversation drifted to college life and the kind of stuff we did on weekends. She told me how much she enjoyed drinking and having fun with all the fraternity guys, and I admitted I enjoyed drinking too. Then my sister also told me about the times she'd smoked pot. I told her that I'd just gotten into it as well, and that I had enjoyed the few times I'd done it.

Soon enough, Emily suggested that we smoke together to see what we were like when we were high. When our parents had gone to bed, Emily and I snuck out of the house in our winter jackets and went under the deck to smoke together. I must admit it was a little weird smoking pot with my sister, but it was fun to watch her try and take the biggest hit she could. Eventually, we were both thoroughly blazed and pretty cold from the winter air, so we headed back inside, giggling at the smallest noises we made since we were still trying to keep our parents from knowing what we were doing. 

We made it inside without incident and crept down to the basement room of the rented cabin so we could talk a bit louder without being heard. We sat down on the bed and began to talk more about school and life and what was going on for each of us. Eventually it turned to our love lives and how we were each doing with our perspective mates. We giggled about a bad date Emily once had, and eventually she admitted she had been having some trouble in the bedroom with her last boyfriend. 

"He just wasn't adventurous enough." She said. "I wanted to try some new stuff and he freaked out on me. Too conservative."

I couldn't imagine what guy would shy away form some adventure in the sack so I had to ask, "Well what on earth did you ask him to do?"

Emily was silent for a moment. I could tell we had just crossed into a realm the two of us had never entered before. She finally sensed the awkward pause and said, "Well, I don't know. Just some stuff."

Hah, that was descriptive. The conversation continued briefly and we talked about how her boyfriend would sometimes force her to give him head when she didn't want to, but I sensed we never really reached the issue in question. Eventually Emily said, "OK, I just realized I'm still wearing snowpants and my jacket from being outside. I'm melting here!" I agreed, and we parted ways to change into our pajamas.

I went to my suitcase and got some gym shorts and a t-shirt, then changed in the bathroom. I looked at my red eyes in the mirror and smiled at how goofy the two of us were being since we'd smoked. Tossing my snow clothes back in my suitcase, I headed down the stairs to meet Emily in the basement again when I got there I saw a sight that made my jaw drop.

Emily was standing with her back to me, surrounded by her suitcase and piles of clothes, wearing only a thermal top and a small, cotton thong. Her little, apple-shaped ass was the most perfect thing I had ever seen. The string of the thong disappeared into her crack, and her cheeks spilled down hanging perfectly over her thighs. As I drank the sight in, I noted that both cheeks were tinged light pink with the cold. Clearly she had been standing in the chilly air with no pants on for some time. Looking in her suitcase once more for something, she bent over offering her ass up in a lewd display in which her pussy clearly bulged through the material of the cotton panties. I was about to make a joke to let her know I was standing there when she suddenly shouted, "Eric! I can't find my pajamas!" With that she turned and caught me standing there.

For a moment we both stood there, speechless. Then we both broke out laughing at the situation. She hit the floor and was rolling on the ground with laughter. I watched, stifling my own giggles, as she rolled on the ground, giving me increasingly interesting angles of her ass. She must have realized she was rolling on the cold floor and jumped up with her hands clutching her butt cheeks. "Shit," she said, "I can't find my pajamas." 

I thought for a moment and said, "Here, you can wear these." I quickly slipped my gym shorts down my legs and tossed them over to her, leaving myself in my boxer briefs and t-shirt. Normally I would have felt exposed in front of my sister, but under the circumstances I didn't even think twice about it. Emily seemed to be under the same effects, as she grabbed my shorts and slid them on. Now that we were both modestly covered, we collapsed on two beanbag chairs and giggled a bit more. Then Emily said, "So what were we talking about?"

I reminded her that we were talking about her exploits with her ex boyfriend and how they were less than fulfilling. "Ugh!" she exclaimed, suddenly very frustrated. "I can't believe he called me a slut just because I wanted to explore with a little anal play!"

"What?" I said, catching myself.

"Our sex life needed a little spicing up, so I asked him if he would play with my ass a little and he freaked out!"

Silence. 

I think I was waiting for her to continue, not exactly sure how to move the conversation forward myself. I did, however, find myself flashing back to the view I had just captured of my sister's tight, round ass when I had walked into the room. The guy had dumped her because she WANTED him to play with her ass? What the hell... "What do you mean?" I asked stupidly.

"You know," she stammered. "Like... lick it, finger it, stuff like that I guess... I don't know I've never tried it." 

Now it was my turn to be silent. Then I dared to ask, "You wanted your boyfriend to do that to you?" 

"Yeah," she said. "Why not? Some friends have told me they've done it and really enjoyed it. I figured it couldn't hurt to try... Oh god! You must think I'm so weird Eric!"

"Of course I don't Em!" I said quickly. "Come on, relax. It's not that big a deal. I mean, I'm a guy, you think I've never fantasized about doing that to a girl?"

"You have?" She asked hesitantly.

"Of course. I mean, it's a turn on for MOST guys. I don't know what the hell was wrong with your boyfriend. Who the hell wouldn't want to mess around with your ass!?"

For a moment I thought I had gone to far. But Emily looked at me straight faced and said, "Really?"

"Well... yeah." I said. "Guys like tight, round asses. And that's exactly what you've got."

Emily turned red in the face and looked away. "Eric..." she said.

Suddenly afraid I had embarrassed my baby sister I quickly scanned my brain for a way to make her feel comfortable. The only way I could think of was to offer up something that would potentially make me embarrass myself. Without completely thinking it through, I blurted out. "And if you're really worried that you're weird because you want it, you should know that a lot of guys actually like their asses played with too." She looked up at me incredulously and I added quietly, "I mean, I've even thought about it..."

"You've thought about a girl playing with your ass?" Emily asked me, wide eyed.

Not feeling completely secure with the admission, but realizing I owed it to my sister since she had risked feeling embarrassed in front of me I said, "Yeah, from time to time. But I've never had the guts to ask any girl I've been with, so I've never really explored a girls ass, or let one do things to mine." Emily opened her mouth, as if she were going to speak, but then slowly closed it again. We seemed to be at a standstill in the conversation, and we both stared at each other through a haze of pot that had clouded our minds. 

Neither of us knowing what to say next, Emily said dumbly, "Well I really wanted my boyfriend to do it to me. I want to know what it's like."

"Me too." I admitted, more than a little turned on by the thought of some guy licking my little sister's pink asshole.

I looked at my sister again and saw her gaze had drifted downward. Unsure of what she was looking at, I glanced down as well and was shocked to find that I was sporting a raging hardon! The pot had completely desensitized my mind so I hadn't even felt myself becoming hard. "Woah" I heard Emily say.

"Shit, I'm sorry Em." I said as I stood up and turned to go. But she stopped me by saying, "Wait, it's ok. Just cover it up with these." And with that she slid my gym shorts back down her legs and held them out to me. Accepting the offer, I grabbed the shorts and bent to put them on once again, but as I bent over, my eyes locked onto Emily's panty clad crotch. I wasn't the only one that had been getting aroused... I could tell from the wet spot on the front of my sister's underwear that she had been turned on by our admissions just as I had. I looked up to find my sister still staring at my hard dick covered by my boxer briefs, as if she didn't want to see it go.

I straightened back up, allowing my cock to jut out obscenely through my underwear. I looked my sister up and down. I knew what I wanted, but the question was: Did she want the same thing? I dropped the gym shorts and subconsciously brushed my dick with the back of my hand through my underwear. I watched as one of Emily's hands traveled to her own crotch and gave it he softest scratch. Looking in each other's eyes, neither knew who would be the first to suggest it.

Emily broke the silence with, "You know, I'm really high right now, but we could both try things on each other, just to see what it felt like. I know it would be really weird, but I've got to admit I'm fucking horny right now."

"You're suggesting that we play with each others asses right now?" I said with a huge grin on my face. 

Spotting my grin and knowing she was in safe territory she replied, "Yeah, we'll both just try the same things on each other and figure out what we like and don't like. Then we'll both have tried it."

"So, if I lick your asshole, you'll lick my asshole?" I asked, trying to clarify things. 

"I'll do to you whatever you do to me, Eric. That way neither of us feels like the weird one, and we both get to experience it. I won't think it's weird if you like it. I'm actually getting a little excited at the idea of touching you there. I never thought about doing it to a guy..."

"Well," I said taking a deep breath, "You can see from my dick that I'm pretty fucking excited too. If you're serious, then I'm totally game." 

"Holy shit," she said. "You're really going to lick my ass for me?" 

"Only if you do it for me." I reminded her.

"Of course." She said. "Ummm..." – Exactly, I thought. Where the hell do we start? Then she offered, "Well, let's do it right and both be perfectly clean and freshly showered so we can really enjoy both giving and receiving. I'll run up and take a shower first, then come down here and wait for you while you shower, then we'll... get started..." A perfect idea, I thought. So she started up the stairs, but halfway up she turned and said, "Are you really serious?" 

"Absolutely." I said.

"Prove it," she said. "Show me your dick right now. 

"Alright, but you have to show me your pussy at the same time Emily. We're gonna see each other anyway."

"Fine," she said. "Ready, go." And with that I yanked my underwear down to my thighs as I watched her tug her thong down around her knees. I couldn't believe that I was staring at my little sister's shaved cunt and I immediately grabbed my dick and started pumping. 

"Finger yourself." I commanded her. And without hesitating she sucked two of her fingers into her mouth, then inserted them directly into her pussy, frigging herself wildly. Clearly we were both horny as fuck and ready to get off in a way we never had before. "I'm gonna lick your ass Em." I declared.

"I'm gonna want you to finger it to." She reminded me. No problem I thought! As I stood there beating my meat to the glorious sight in front of me she said, "OK fuck I can't wait any longer." And she bolted up the stairs. I heard the shower turn on and I imagined Emily soaping up her ass, cleaning it for me to enjoy. My cock was throbbing, and I knew that the moment I touched my tongue, lips, or fingers to Emily's little asshole I would explode and it might ruin whatever we were doing. And even if I managed to hold back then, surely I would shoot a load when she started doing things to ME. Fearing the worst, I decided I needed to shoot off a warning round. 

Looking around the room I saw Emily's piles of clothes, and on top of one I spotted a red, satin pair of panties. They were full backed – to cover that delicious ass – and I immediately grabbed them and wrapped them around my dick without thinking. I began jerking my cock quickly as visions of myself buried nose deep in my sister's ass filled my head. I shot a load in record time and stuffed the panties down in her suitcase.

My cock never even went limp. 

When Emily came hopping down the stairs a minute later, I still at full mast. I walked by her on my way to the shower and she said, "Can I just touch your dick real quick?" Not one to disappoint her, I turned on the stairs and presented it to her. She wrapped her fist, still warm from the shower, around my cock and squeezed as tightly as she could. She gave it too quick jerks and then let go. "Hurry up, I almost started playing with my own ass in there I'm so excited."

I turned and ran up the stairs, dick leading all the way. In the shower, I turned the water on and jumped in. I grabbed the liquid soap and started lathering myself up furiously, wanting to finish this task and get to the fun downstairs. I did a cursory cleansing of my torso and stomach, then I lathered up my cock and balls and stroked them clean. Finally I covered my hands with soap and reached back behind me. I had never washed my body with the expectations I certainly had now and I noted the extra sensations I felt as I cleaned myself for my sister. Lingering only briefly on my backside, I jumped out of the shower and began toweling off so I was completely dry for this experience. Satisfied, I tucked my dick up to my stomach and wrapped the towel around myself, nearly tripping over it as I rushed back down the stairs to my sister.

She was waiting on a couch, covered demurely with a blanket, yet I assumed she was naked beneath it. With both our bodies covered again, we hesitated at what we were about to jump into, and I worried she was going to lose her nerve, but finally she said, "OK, I know this is supposed to be all about asses, but I figure you're going to see my tits too anyway, so here you go." And she lowered the blanket to her waist. I could not have dreamed up a better pair. Full, without any sag, her 18 year old breasts were incredible. Each had tan lines in the shape of small triangles from her bathing suit. Even though it was winter, she'd gotten plenty of sun in Arizona. Each pale triangle was topped of with a tiny, pert, young nipple. 

"They're fuckin perfect Em." I said. "But what I really want is my tongue buried in that perfect ass." Her eyes lit up and I knew she was really excited. She stood up with the blanket wrapped around her waist and she said, "Same deal as with the underwear... Ready, go." And we both dropped our covers, standing completely nude in front of one another. Looking at her tiny, toned body, I wanted to fuck her badly, but I knew I'd get off one way or another, and I wasn't going to pass up this chance of such a kinky evening. 

"How do we start?" She asked. 

"Well, I want to see what I'm dealing with." I said, suddenly in charge. "Lie down on your stomach on the couch." I think she enjoyed my command, and she smiled and laid down, "Spread your legs so I can see you Em." I was just above a whisper now – I was about to have my face shoved into my sister's ass. 

I stepped over to the end of the couch, leaned over the armrest with my torso, and lowered my face into heaven itself. Two inches away I stopped to survey what was mine. First I noticed her pussy lips, which jutted out between her ass cheeks, just begging to be licked, sucked, and fucked. They were perfect. Pink and pouty. My sister must have just shaved in the shower, because there was not a trace of hair on them. Her slit glistened with her own wetness, and I turned my attention to her ass. That ass... 

I wanted to divebomb face first into it, but I had to enjoy this. Her cheeks were rosy from the hot shower, but her skin was goosebumped in the cold night air, making the flesh taught across her ass. Ready to finally see my prize I said, "Pull your ass open for me Emily." Moaning at the taboo situation we were sharing, she reached back and grabbed a full cheek in each hand. Then she slowly spread her cheeks wide open and held them there. 

I nearly came again.

Spread taught, wide open was the prettiest, pinkest, tightest, hottest looking little asshole I had ever laid eyes on. It was wrinkled perfectly, and the skin just surrounding it was a shade darker than the rest of her ass. I leaned in another inch. She had to have felt my proximity because she was panting and moaning quietly. "This was such a fucking good idea Em." I said happily. "Your asshole looks delicious, and I'm going to do whatever you want me to do to it." She groaned again. "But first," I said, "I want to see you flex it. Do you think you can open your asshole a little bit without touching it?" 

"I think" She replied, and I hardened even more as I watched her exert some pressure on her anus, making it expand ever so slightly. As she relaxed again, it tightened once more. "Fuck Em," I said, "That was hot!" 

"You like that?" She asked, and she proceeded to flex and release her asshole right in front of my eyes. I was amazing at the immediate control she had over her anus. I wanted my tongue in that little sphincter. I leaned in and breathed a hot breath across her exposed hole. She screamed in delight and said, "Holy shit Eric, you're gonna make me cum if you do that!" I hadn't even touched her! Smiling, I said, "Then you'll really like this!" And I leaned in to lick her rosebud.

But before I could make contact with my tongue, she released her hold of her butt cheeks and pushed my face away. "Hang on!" She said. "You saw mine, now I get to see yours! We decided that whatever someone does, the other has to do it back. Ever since you told me you wanted me to touch your ass too, I've been thinking more and more about it and I'm really excited to do it! Now bend over." 




Lick My Ass...



I was a little nervous, but a lot more excited. I stood up and turned my back to my sister, who remained sitting on the couch. In this position, her face was level with my ass and she said, "OK this is perfect, you've got a cute butt. Now spread em." I looked back over my shoulder at Emily whose eyes were locked on my cheeks. I reached back and grabbed my ass as she had done, arched my back a little to stick my ass out, and spread my cheeks. I felt the cold air rush across my asshole and let out a gasp. My sister did too. "Fuck Eric, I didn't think a guy's asshole would turn me on, but right now I want nothing more than to shove my tongue up your ass. It looks hot. Will you do that flexing thing?" I focused on my anus and flexed it in and out. "Wow, you're right, this was a good idea." She said. "Will you remember to do that while my tongue is pushed inside there? 

"Of course Em." I said, weak in the knees. "But when are you gonna do that?" She laughed and said, "Don't worry, we'll get there, We have all night..." With that she pushed my hands aside and grabbed my cheeks herself. It was the first real contact we'd had since coming out of the shower and my dick throbbed accordingly. She said, "This was a very.... Good... idea..." and I suddenly opened my mouth in a silent scream of pleasure. I felt something pressing right against my asshole. It wasn't wet or warm enough to be a tongue, so I looked back and I saw that Emily had pressed her cold little nose against my anus. This was a sight for the ages, and I didn't say a word as she nuzzled her nose deeper against my asshole. "You smell really good, like soap." She said, and I nearly passed out as I felt her breath on my balls. My legs shook and she asked, "What was that?"

"When you talk, your breath blows right on my balls and it feels amazing Em." 

"I see." She said mischievously, and began blowing up and down my crack and across my balls. I shoved my ass back into her face and said, "Touch it again Em, it's amazing." 

"What do you want me to touch it with?" She asked. "Tell me."

"Stick your tongue in my ass Emily. Lick it, suck it, kiss it and make me cum." I had clearly lost all inhibitions already, and I was desperate for the real kinky fun to begin. 

"You asked for it." She said. I had expected her to start by licking me around my hole and working her way toward the center, or at least licking me up down, but instead my sister surprised me by sticking her tongue out needle-sharp and placing the little pink tip right into my asshole. With no hesitation whatsoever she began applying pressure and wheedled her way slowly into my ass. Her tongue slid straight past my sphincter, and in a moment I could feel her wiggle her tongue deep inside me. I was on the edge, and all I could manage was, "Oh shit, oh shit." Emily responded by pushing deeper still, and I looked over my shoulder to see her face smashed in between my ass cheeks. Remembering her earlier request, I flexed my asshole, which allowed her to slide her tongue even deeper, and then I tightened up and clamped down on the intruding muscle. She seemed to laugh and kept her tongue in there. I continued to flex and release, and eventually she pulled away slightly and said, "You have no idea how fucking sexy it is to feel your asshole close around my tongue." 

I looked at her and said, "Probably about as sexy as it is to hear you say it. Now keep licking my ass, but get more creative, and if you feel OK with it, play with my cock and balls while you're doing it." She obliged perfectly.

Planting kisses all over my ass she literally started sucking on my asshole, a new intense pleasure in and of itself. She didn't forget my request, and as she tongue fucked my butt, she reached between my legs and with one hand started pumping my dick up and down. With the other hand she firmly massaged my balls and I was beside myself with pleasure. Not knowing what to do I said, "Em, this is the best thing I've ever felt. I'm only going to stop you if I feel like I'm going to cum." She didn't stop for a moment and continued her manipulations for several more minutes. 

I could have let her done that all night, but eventually she said, "OK my mouth is a little tired from being open so wide, you want to lick mine now?" Of course I did.

I walked over to the couch and laid down on my back along its length. I told Emily to move over to where my head rested on the low arm rest and I said, "Come her, turn around, and sit on my face. I want that asshole just resting in my mouth."

"Oo, good idea." She giggled. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. It was the sheer fact that we were already comfortable enough to ask anything of each other. She backed over my face and I got an unimaginable look at her asshole and cunt once more. I said to my sister, "Emily, do you realize you have the most perfect looking pussy I have ever seen?"

She looked down and asked, "You like it?" When I nodded she brought her hands to her cunt and started sliding them up and down. In this position her twat was just inches from my face, and I was watching my little sister finger herself like crazy. Then she said, "Eric, lick my fucking asshole! I have to know what it feels like!" 

"OK Em," I said, "Get ready for heaven. Just lower your little hole into my mouth." She did as she was told and in a moment I had my entire mouth clamped over the center of her asshole. It was to die for. I couldn't get enough and I tossed any teasing out the window and just started licking and sucking as fast as I could. My hands were full of Emily's ass, and we were both enjoying the hell out of the situation. Emily, for her part, rode my face for all she was worth, forcing my tongue deeper and deeper inside her. When I felt like my tongue couldn't get any further into her ass, I felt her anus tighten suddenly. Her little hole clamped down on my tongue and I realized she was tightening it on purpose. "I told you," she said. "Isn't that fucking sexy?" I had to admit that it was. It was like when you're French kissing someone and they suck your tongue into their mouth – except my little sister was doing it to me with her asshole. I simply could not get my tongue deep enough in her ass, and she was grinding her little rosebud down onto my face hard.

My sister looked down at me and said, "I know exactly what you're feeling right now, my asshole is squeezing tight around your tongue." It was such a turnon to hear my sister use the word asshole is such a dirty way. 

Suddenly she lifted herself off and turned around. "Do you want more than just a tongue in your ass?" She asked me seductively. 

"What do you have in mind?" I asked curiously.

"Hang on and I'll show you." With that she bolted up the stairs. For a minute I thought she had freaked out and the fun was over, but then I heard her footsteps once more and she came back down, her tits bouncing as she flew down the stairs. "Bend over again," she said. I was more than happy to comply and this time and I got on my hands and knees on the couch. Ready to feel her warm tongue back on my asshole, I was surprised when she licked me again and it felt a bit cooler than before... 

She swirled her tongue over my asshole and I shivered in pleasure. I was near the bursting point already! I suddenly cried out as something freezing cold pushed up against my asshole. I looked back and saw that Emily had put an ice cube in her mouth, and was now using her tongue to push it up against my anus. "Shit Em, I wasn't expecting that!" She smiled and kept pushing. I could feel the ice cube actually start to force itself inside my ass. The pressure and the cold was intense. Emily had to keep pushing with her tongue to keep the ice cube focused on my ass, and through her efforts I was alternately pleased by the warmth of her tongue, and then the sudden cold of the ice. 

As the ice melted, the cold water dripped and ran down my balls, creating an excruciatingly pleasurable feeling. Soon the ice was gone and I was only feeling Emily's tongue probing in and out of my ass. I was gasping for air, and I nearly came when I suddenly heard Emily say, "Eric I can't take it anymore, I'm fucking horny and I need something bigger in my ass." 

"Alright Em," I said, "I'll run and get an ice cube!"

"No." I stopped in my tracks. "Screw this 'you-do-me-I-do-you' crap, I want your dick in my ass right now." I was absolutely speechless, but she spurred me into action by saying, "Quick, I'll suck on your dick and you suck on my asshole and we'll lube each other up at the same time." I quickly laid down on the couch and Emily plopped herself down over my face in a 69 position. She engulfed my cock with her mouth and I wanted nothing more than to cum hard down my sister's throat, but I was distracted as her little pink asshole was suddenly spread wide open to my mouth once again. 

Wasting no time, I jammed my tongue as deep as I could into my little sister's asshole. At the same time, she deep throated my dick. She was really lubing me up, and I could feel her saliva everywhere, dripping down my balls and running into the crack of my ass. She gripped the base of my cock with one hand and I could feel her fingers begin to probe lower, to the opening of my ass. As her fingertips brushed over my asshole I wanted nothing more than for her to slide a finger inside, but I didn't want to get sidetracked from what she had begged me to do: put my dick in HER ass.

Without warning I shoved Emily off of me and onto the floor. Although she was surprised, I could tell she enjoyed being handled roughly like that. I slapped her hard once on her right butt cheek and commanded her, "Reach back and spread your ass open for me." She moaned with pleasure and did as she was told. I continued, "Now tell me what you want." She moaned back at me, "Put it inside." But I wanted to hear it... "NO," I said, "tell me specifically what you want." 

"I want my brother to slide his rock hard dick into my tight little asshole. Then I want him to fuck me in the ass, and cum inside me so that when he finally pulls out he can watch his cum drip out of my asshole and run down my puffy little pussylips."

Even I wasn't ready to hear all that!

But I was happy to oblige. I said to her, "Prove it. Stick a finger up your own ass." Emily looked back at me and protested, "Eric... Just put it in!" But I wanted to have some fun so I commanded, "I know what you want, but here's what I want: I want to watch my sister finger fuck her own little ass." She sighed, but she immediately slid her middle finger up into her dripping pussy, then reached back and stuck the tip into her ass. I have never seen a more beautiful sight. She began to slowly fingerfuck her ass, delving deeper and deeper with each stroke. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I needed my dick to be inside her. But it had dried off in the cold night air. I quickly saw a solution.

"Don't stop," I commanded my sister. She groaned, but dipped her finger even deeper into her butt. As she did so, I got down on the floor behind her and lined my cock up with her sweet little pussy. Her lips WERE puffy, and I couldn't wait to see my cum dripping down onto them from her asshole. But right now, I needed lube, and her pussy was the place. The instant the head of my dick touched Emily's pussylips, she ground herself straight back into me. She wanted it bad. This move forced her pussy to swallow my cock in one quick stroke and Emily exclaimed, "Oh god this is so fucking dirty!" I looked down and saw that she was still fingering her asshole, and she was much more into it now! I said, "It's just going to get dirtier Em. Stick that middle finger as deep in your ass as you can, your brother wants to see it while he fucks you." She did as she was told, and as I slowly slid my dick in and out of her sopping pussy she buried her finger into her ass. After a few of the most delicious strokes of my life, I was ready to cum, so I asked Emily, "OK, are you ready Em?" All she could reply with was, "Fuck my ass Eric!"

I pulled out of her pussy, and as she held her butt open with her hands, I lined the tip of my dick up with that perfect little crinkled hole and started pushing my way in. The pressure was exquisite! Slowly I forced myself in. As the head of my dick finally popped past her sphincter I heard Emily moan, "Yess..." I couldn't have agreed more. I slowly pulled the head back out, and then forced it in once again, over and over, forcing her little anus to spread time and time again. Emily was pounding the carpet with her fists in pleasure.

"OK Eric, more, I want more of it inside me." I smiled and grabbed her hips. Slowly I slid deeper inside her than I had been thus far. I was going to stop, but as I thought of doing so Emily shoved her hips back into me, forcing my cock deeper into her ass. With her butt cheeks pushed back all the way against my stomach I was about to lose it. Her asshole was clamped down on the base of my dick and I said, "Emily, are you ready for me to cum in your ass?" But she said, "Not yet."

I wanted this to last forever myself, but I didn't know how much longer I could hold out! I asked, "What more do you want?!?" And she simply said, "This." To my delight, she reached down between her legs, and between my own, to cup my balls with her hand. "God that's good." I said. And then without warning she slid one of her fingers right up into my ass. There are no words to describe the feeling... With my dick buried in my sister's ass, and her finger up my own, there was simply too much pleasure for me to handle, and I nearly passed out. I grabbed Emily's hips and pulled her back into me, and at the same time she dug her finger as deep as possible into my ass. With a cry of pleasure, I shot a load of cum deep into her ass, my entire body spasming as I did so. Emily continued to push her ass back into me, and slid her finger firmly in and out of my ass, make it the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. 

When I finally came back down to earth, and my vision returned, I gently slipped myself out of my sister's ass and collapsed back onto the carpet. Emily maintained her position, however, with her ass high in the air. "Watch Eric." She said. I looked over and watched as my cum slid slowly out of her ass and made its way down to her pussy, where it slowly covered both lips. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the vision, and was only pulled away when my sister said, "Man, I've heard of having the munchies from smoking pot, but that was the best thing I've ever eaten!"

All I could do was smile and say, "Em, I'll smoke with you anytime, anyplace – so long as I can stick my tongue up your ass."

"Deal."

The End.



Lick My Feet and Suck My Toes



I had sex with my ex-Stepmom, Carol, on Christmas Eve and again on Christmas morning. Then, after Christmas dinner, I had sex with not only my ex-Stepmom but also with her bi-sexual lesbian lover, Debbie. Okay? I freely admit it and I'm glad I did it.

Oh, and I nearly forgot, I received a gum job from Carol's deceased mother, Estelle. Don't ask. It's a long story. Now that it's all out in the open, now that the sexual relationship that I had with my ex-Stepmom is over, it's my ex-Stepmom's daughter who I want. I know, I'm depraved aren't I? Let's hope my ex-Stepmom doesn't have any other female relatives, cousins or sisters or aunts.

I'm not related to my ex-Stepmom's daughter. We both have different mothers and fathers, but it is exciting to imagine that she's my sister or stepsister, even though she's just a stranger to me, really, especially having just met her only a few hours ago. It makes my cock harder thinking that I'm about to have incestuous sex with a relative, by having sex with my ex-Stepmom's daughter, in the way that I had sex with my ex-Stepmom.

Honey, that's her name, surprised her mother at the door on Christmas Day and as soon as I saw her, I was in love. Who wouldn't be? She's stunning.

"Johnny," said Carol to me. "I'd like you to meet my daughter, Honey."

The perfect name for her by her skin tone. Honey is a black beauty, a Nubian princess, but is oh so difficult to read. After you've finished reading this story, you'll see that she's full of surprises, too. I think she likes me as much as I like her. Actually, I fear that I like her, love her, more than she likes me. I know she doesn't love me, yet, but she will. 

Against my ex-Stepmom's wishes, Honey invited me to sleep with her in her room, the guest bedroom. Only, she said that I had to sleep in my clothes and on the floor, while she slept in the bed. Hey, I'd sleep in my hat, coat, gloves, and boots, so long as I was sleeping in the same room and breathing the same air as Honey.

Then, once we were situated in the guest bedroom, with me getting comfy on the floor, I couldn't believe it when she started undressing in front of me. Looking up at her with my pulse rate racing, my heart beating faster, and my cock hardening to the stiffest it's been, I couldn't take my eyes of her, while watching her slow striptease. It was the most erotic thing I've ever seen.

I watched as she unbuttoned and removed her wool sweater. I could tell from how her big bra puffed out her blouse that she had big tits. Never thinking that she'd continue removing any other article of clothing, except for, perhaps, her shoes, figuring she'd finish undressing for bed in the bathroom, fortunately, I was so wrong. I couldn't believe my eyes when she reached around herself, unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor, before kicking off her shoes.

Now, standing before me in her blouse, with her blouse tails barely concealing her white panties, I was really getting aroused, an understatement wondering how far she'd go with this little strip show. Then, I watched her unbutton and remove her blouse exposing her white 36C bra to me. Now, dressed only in her bra and bikini panty, with a slender waistline, shapely thighs, and a round black, bubble ass, she had the body of an Olympic athlete, a runner or a swimmer.

With light brown skin that looked so creamy soft, I couldn't wait to touch her, to hold her, and to kiss her. There's something so erotic about seeing a woman in her panty and bra. I'd rather see a woman parading around in her underwear than naked, that is, of course, unless she was naked and in bed with me.

Pinch me I'm dreaming. It was beyond my wildest imaginings to see her reach around behind her back and unhook her bra. Watching her, as if watching her in slow motion, suddenly, everything seemed so surreal instead of so real. I was swooning with her every movement. 

As if I wasn't even in the room with her, she stared straight ahead, while her bra straps fell from her shoulders, first one and then the other. Then, in one fluid motion, she peeled her bra from her breasts.

I was stunned. I was excited. I was so very happy. I couldn't believe my eyes. There before me was Honey unabashedly topless.

Natural and not having those silicone, plastic, phony boobs, she had the most shapely and prettiest tits I've ever seen. Looking so much like Naomi Campbell, only prettier, but not as tall and not as skinny, more shapelier, she stood before me topless in just her white bikini panty. My black Goddess was a vision to behold. I was in the perfect position on the floor to bow before my black beauty.

Looking more closely, actually, leering without blinking my eyes for fear that I'd miss something, I saw a few of her curly, black pubes peeking out from her panty, along with the perfect outline of her camel toe. I couldn't wait to bury my face in her black pussy and lick her to an orgasmic conclusion. Never having been with a black woman before, now I understood the statement, once you go black, you never go back...to a white woman, that is. 

"Stand up and kiss me," she said. 

Obediently, I stood. She wanted to see what kind of kisser I was. I was more than happy to oblige her every wish, to accommodate even her most meaningless whim, and indulge whatever her desire.

Finally, with the third kiss, I passed her kissing test. Only, along the way, she melted my heart with her kisses. She was the best kisser I have ever experienced. Swooning and weak kneed, I was hers for the taking. With her lips so full and so soft and her tongue so teasingly delightful, she made me say something that I shouldn't have said, but don't regret saying it.

"I love you, Honey."

I couldn't believe I said it. I just blurted it. I spoke how I truly felt, at the time, after she kissed me so deeply and so lovingly. No one has ever kissed me like that before. Yet, I had just met this woman on Christmas Day, not more than a mere few hours ago. How could I possibly be in love with her? Yet, I was.

Call it fate, call it kismet, call it love at first sight but I was in love with Honey. She was my dream woman come true. Never have I ever thought I'd be attracted to a woman of another race, indeed, I was.

"You love me?" She looked at me like only a black woman can look, while looking at a dumb ass fool of a white man. She looked at me, as if I was crazy, and I was. I was crazy about her.

"I do. I love you, Honey," I said again to not only reinforce how I felt about her to her but also to make me realize that I truly did love her, and I did.

I love Honey. I wanted to scream her name from the rooftops. Such a perfect name for such a perfect woman. If honey is sweet, my Honey is sweeter. Honey, Honey, Honey, I loved the sound of her name.

"How can you love me? You just met me," she said taking a step away from me. "You don't even know me. The idea that you love me is dumb. You're just a dumb ass fool," she said putting a hand to her hip and tilting her head at an angle, as if to get a better look at me. "You act like you've never seen a beautiful, topless, black woman before."

"Actually, you're right. You are the first beautiful, topless, black woman I've ever seen. Only, the way you look has nothing to do with how I feel about you," I said. Even I couldn't say that with a straight face and she shot me a look of disbelief. "Okay, the way you look has everything to do with how I feel about you. Look at you. You're gorgeous, but--"

"Shut up! Just shut your white ass up," she said putting her hand up in my face, as if it was a mini stop sign. "You aren't making any sense and are ruining my mood."

Not wanting to ruin her mood, whichever mood she meant, good mood or hopefully, a sexual mood, I thought about apologizing, but for what? For telling her that I love her? You can't apologizing to someone for loving them and I did love her. I really did. Love at first sight, never have I felt the way that I do about anyone, as I do about her now.

"I do love you, Honey. I'm not going to apologize for how I feel. Call it fate, kismet or love at first sight. Whatever you want to call it," I said, "as a reason for how I feel. I love you."

"Hush up, now, sugar," she said.

In the way she said, hush up, now, sugar, I imagined her saying that to our seven children, Honey, named after her, Carol, named after her mother, my ex-Stepmom, John, Jr. named after me, Paul, George, Ringo, named after the Beatles, and Tyrone, named after her father. 

"Okay," I said content for her to tell me what to do and when to do it.

I assumed my position on the floor with my back to her, ready for her to evict me from her room and from her heart or while waiting for her to turn off the light and for us to go to sleep. Only, even though I was tired, exhausted really from having sex with my ex-Stepmom, Carol, her lesbian lover, Debbie, and Carol's dead mother, Estelle, I could never sleep, not with this beautiful woman in the room with me.

"What are you doing, fool?"

Fool? What happened to sugar?

"Nothing, just sitting here on the floor waiting for you to kick me out of the room or turn off the light. It's your call."

"Why would I do that? Why would I kick you out of the room," she said. "I like you, too. I don't love you, but we can work on that in time."

I turned to face her. There was hope for love, in time. She made me crumble. She was just so drop dead beautiful. When I looked in her eyes, she melted me. If she told me to jump out a window, I would. I'd do anything to please Honey.

"Okay, sure, one step at a time," I said giving her a smile and looking at her, as if I was a new puppy rescued and taken home on the first day.

"Just stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm the last, cold, bottle of beer on the planet."

"I'm sorry if I want to drink all that you are up in one big gulp, but that's what you do to me."

"Make yourself useful and go and fetch me a basin of warm water. I need to soak my feet. My feet hurt," she said squeezing one of them with her hand.

Soak her feet? Talk about ruining a mood. My grandmother used to soak her feet. Yet, if it would make Honey happy to soak her feet, so be it.

Never have I been subservient to a woman before. Okay, there were those times when I was spying on my Stepmom, trying to peek up her skirt and down her blouse, that I was willing to do anything she asked of me, just to hang around her longer to see whatever I could of her. Seeing her panty and bra constantly and continually, I saw plenty with that obedient behavior and subservient arrangement. 

"Okay, sure," I said getting up and grabbing a basin from the bathroom and filling it halfway with warm water. Carefully, without spilling a drop, I set it in front of her. "Try that. See if it's not too hot."

"Perfect," she said. "Oh, that feels so good. I've been on my feet all day traveling to get here. I need a washcloth and a towel, too, baby."

Baby? She called me baby instead of fool and dumb ass. I must have scored some points with the water temperature of her foot bath. Definitely, I preferred being called baby and sugar to fool and dumb ass.

"Sure, no problem. I'll get you one." Hurriedly, I grabbed both from the linen closet and handed them to her. "Here you go," I said handing her the washcloth and towel.

"Here you go," she said with attitude and handing me back the washcloth and towel. "Wash my feet."

Wash her feet? She could have said, wash my feet, please, baby. That would have been a better way to ask, to ask nicely.

"Okay," I said getting down on my knees, wetting the facecloth with warm water, and washing her feet, first one and then the other, making sure that I washed in between every toe, even her little pinky toe. Only, instead of giggling with me touching her feet and toes, she was cooing.

A first time for everything, I guess, I never washed anyone's feet before, not even my own. I mean, I wash my feet, but when I'm in the shower. I've never had a foot bath.

"Oh, baby, that feels so good. You have no idea."

I'm back to being called baby again. That's good, only, I did a double take. She was cooing. I couldn't believe it. You'd think I was fingering her pussy, licking her clit, and sucking her nipples in the way she was acting, swooning, actually, with her head tilted back and her eyes closed.

I never would have guessed that a foot bath could be so erotically and sexually pleasurable. Who knew? Had I known this before about women, I would have carried a portable foot bath with me to all the bars and nightclubs that I went when trying to pick up women.

"Free foot baths," I imagined myself saying to all the available women in the bar. "Free foot baths, for beautiful, single women only." 

"Oh, I'll take a free foot bath," I imagined a beautiful, buxom, blonde wearing a short mini skirt saying. When she turned to face me in her chair and lifted her feet in my foot bath, I ogled her panties. 

"How's that feel, pretty lady?"

"I've been walking around in my high heels all day and you have no idea how good a foot bath feels right about now. It makes me want to do anything, anything and everything, to the man who bathes my feet," I imagined her saying, while running her tongue over her lips. "Do me a favor and let me suck your cock, while my feet are soaking."

Oh, my God! It was then that I realized giving a woman a foot bath was a better job than even a shoe salesmen. Who knew? There should be an instruction book, a manual for guys on how to really give a woman what she wants and what she needs, a foot bath.

I imagined having foot bath stands, like shoeshine stands all across America. I imagined writing a book on foot baths and Spielberg making a movie, called Foot Bath, from my book. Suddenly, the image of giving Oprah a foot bath on live TV filled me with lustful desire to bed the black woman that I was with now. 

"Do you get off on me washing your feet, Honey?"

As soon as I asked the question, I couldn't believe I asked the question. What if she did get off on me washing her feet? So what? Shut the fuck up? When will I ever learn.

Maybe she doesn't want to be confronted with the idea that she has a foot fetish. Maybe she's embarrassed that she has a foot fetish. Maybe, it was as simple as she just wanted a foot bath because her feet where tired and swollen.

Sometimes, I wish I'd just shut up and not ruin things by opening my stupid mouth. Maybe this was what she was talking about when she mentioned my ruining her mood. I am such a fool and a dumb ass.

"You have no idea," she said looking down and smiling at me with a look of love and sexual satisfaction on her face, as if she just had an orgasm. 

"I'm glad I could make you happy, Honey."

"I love my feet being touched, caressed, and massaged," she said, so relaxed as if she had just received a full body massage. "Oh, yeah, baby, massage my feet," she said as soon as I lifted her foot from the water, wiped it with the towel, and massaged it. 

"How's that feel, I said gently caressing her feet."

"Your big hands feel so good on my little feet," she said, as I towel dried her other foot and massaged it, too. "My feet are my nipples, my G spot," she said lifting her freshly cleaned and dried left foot to my face. 

"What? What are you doing," I said leaning away from her foot. Eww. Gross.

"Suck my toes, baby. Lick them real good. I want to feel your tongue between my toes. Suck my toes real good. Go ahead, baby. Don't be shy, sugar. Take each one in your mouth and give Mama's feet a good saliva bath."

Suddenly, I felt so used and abused, but I liked it, loved it, actually. I've never sucked a woman's toes before. At first I was turned off by the thoughts of sticking her foot in my mouth, but I've had my foot in my mouth plenty of times. What difference would it make whose foot I had in my mouth, hers or mine?

Then, I was a little nauseous thinking about sticking my tongue between her toes, but her feet were clean. I just washed them. What the Hell? If this is what my Honey wants, if this is what gets my Honey off, I'm all for it. Maybe when I'm done with her feet, she'll allow me to explore her pussy. Who knows, maybe she'll return the favor by giving me a cock bath, if there is such a thing?

"Oh, yeah, Honey, wash my cock real good," I imagined saying to her before holding it out by her mouth. "Now suck it. Suck it real good. Let me feel your tongue. Give my cock and my balls a good saliva bath."

Putting some passion behind it, making it more sexual than hygienic, I sucked her toes, as if I was licking her pussy and sucking her nipples. The more she squirmed with delight, the more I licked and sucked to make her move with desire, hopefully for me. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was just glad my football buddies weren't here to see me doing this.

How embarrassing would that be? I'd never live down them calling me foot licker and toe sucker. They'd be wanting me to give them a foot massage, too, no doubt.

Only, I couldn't believe that I was making her hot by caressing her feet and sucking on her toes. I've heard of plenty of guys having a foot fetish, like that Tanner guy from the Bachelorette, when he wanted to suck Jillian's toes, but I never heard of a woman having a foot fetish, so much so that she was becoming aroused by me sucking her toes. Weird. When I looked up to see what she was doing, she had one hand down her panties and her other hand was fingering her nipple.

"Hey, let me do that for you," I so wanted to say, but didn't. Instead I kept my mouth shut for fear of ruining her mood. Only, I so wanted to say, "I've had quite enough of toe and foot duty. Give me one of your better body parts, your tits and/or your pussy. And what about your ass? Want me to lick your ass? I wouldn't mind tossing your salad, Honey."

Only, I was content helping to bring Honey to an orgasm any way that I could, even if I was at the opposite end of her body, her feet instead of her mouth. If sucking her toes, while she played with her pussy and fingered her nipples, made her cum, then who am I to question what gets her to where she needs to go?

Never have I experienced someone getting off on toe sucking and foot licking. Never have I sucked anyone's toes and licked anyone's feet. Never have I given anyone a foot bath. To be quite honest, she did have nice feet. Her feet were just as perfect as was the rest of her.

Suddenly, had I not ducked out of the way, Honey would have kicked me in the mouth. I thought she was having an epileptic fit. I thought she was convulsing. I thought I'd have to give her chest compression and mouth-to-mouth, but, she was just having a massive orgasm. Oh, my God. I'm the man. I'm the toe sucker, foot licker, and pedicure massager, who can get my Honey to where she wants and needs to go.

"Oh, baby, that was unbelievable," she gushed. "You made me cum so hard," she said breathlessly. "My pussy is soaking wet. I'm so horny," she said looking at me, as if I was a red tag at a Bloomingdale sale. "Is there anything that I can do for you?"

Oh, Honey, you have no idea what I have in mind that you can do for me. 



Lick My Feet - Lick My Ass



Picture me if you can, wearing nothing but a vest and boxers, handcuffed by my wrists and ankles to all four corners of Salima's luxurious 5 star hotel room bed, and blindfolded with precisely 3 pairs of her unwashed stockings. Needless to say, I've certainly looked better. At this point, I was starting to have real reservations about the woman's sanity because just who brings 2 pairs of handcuffs along with them on a business trip? The bitch didn't even let me check into my room to unpack or clean up the mess I made from what she did to me in the car on the way down.

She said she wanted me to worship every inch of her but to be honest, I really couldn't be bothered. We had a long day ahead of us tomorrow, it was quarter to midnight, I was shattered from the drive down and honestly just wanted to get some sleep. Still there I was handcuffed, blindfolded and spread eagled on her bed so there must have been some part of me that wanted to be there. It was at that moment when I heard Salima speak.

'When I said that you were going to worship every inch of me, I wasn't joking.' 

Wow. If there was one thing I had to give that woman it was that she had a voice that was as soft as silk, smooth as chocolate, and simply oozed sensuality with every word and that was only made more potent by the fact that I couldn't see a thing and had to focus on her words. I found myself paying close attention to what she was saying.

'Before the night is through, you are going to worship me in all of my beauty and you are going to submit to the overwhelming power that I have over you.'

'Is that so?'

'Yes, that is so. We're going to play a little game, you and I, and it's going to work like this. I know that I own you, and I know that I can have you moaning, spasming, screaming my name, and shooting hot cum all over yourself at a moment's notice. All it would take is for me to press this sweaty foot against that dick of yours and rub it all the way up, and all the way back down again slowly and deliberately for precisely 1 minute and you'd be ruined.'

'Pretty arrogant, aren't we, Salima?' I replied, not at all liking this notion of her being so superior to me.

'Oh no darling,' she said, 'arrogance has nothing to do with it. This confidence and experience speaking.'

With that, a familiar scent slowly wafted into against my nose. It was the scent of leather, sweat and roses that I'd come to adore in the car drive on the way down here. It was the scent of Salima's foot which she was obviously resting right by my face. My God what a kinky tease this woman was. I turned my head towards it but sadly felt her pull it away. 

'No darling, you don't get to enjoy my foot just yet. I've not finished instructing you on the terms of our engagement.'

'So what are your terms?'

It's quite simple. I'm going to make you cum harder than any woman you've ever been with and I'm going to do it without touching your dick even once.'

'That's all?'

'That's all.'

'I've got to say I'm sceptical about your ability to pull that off. It would be next to impossible at the best of times, but you do remember that I've already cummed tod-'

At that moment she brought her foot back and pressed it against my cheek while running her delicate fingers along the inside of my thigh. Her foot was still in the silk stocking that she'd been wearing all day at work and was damp at the sole. The sweat leaked through the nylon onto my cheek and nose and she rubbed it slowly, but deliberately along the length of my face. I turned around to face it but yet again she pulled it away, this time hovering it less than an inch away from my lips.

'The time for talk has ended, darling. Now is time for you to concentrate your energies on holding out for as long as you possibly can.'

She pressed the silky toes of her left foot firmly against my lips until they parted and told me to taste them. The woman was a natural born tease, there was just no denying that. Hell, even if I had the cheek to try, my quickly stiffening cock would have completely betrayed me. She kept rubbing the inside of my thigh in slow and sensual circles, moving closer and closer, inch by inch towards my cock which was growing along the length of my boxer shorts to meet them. 

'I'm sure she said she wasn't going to touch my cock?' I thought. 'Oh well, I'm definitely not complaining.'

Between having her gorgeous, sweaty, salty, nylon toes in my mouth and her fingers dancing their way towards my hard cock, I was starting to really enjoy my current predicament. The fact that I was completely in the dark and couldn't see a thing made the whole encounter dangerous, scary, and intensely erotic. She traced her fingers until they felt like they were millimetres away from my swollen dick and just left them there, refusing to go any further and rubbing deeply against the muscles on the inside of my thigh. I was starting to get worked up and felt slightly frustrated. All I wanted was for her to touch my dick but she just wouldn't and completely refused to give me what I wanted. Those annoyingly seductive fingers of her glided over the muscular contours of my inner thighs but always stopped short of my swollen member. I shifted my position on the bed, trying to do the job that she wouldn't and create some contact, any form of contact between her hands and the bloated organ between my legs. You won't be surprised to hear that when I tried this, she laughed and quickly pulled her fingers away.

'Come on now darling, please don't tell me that you're getting desperate already. I know that I'm too much for you but I thought that you'd at least put up some semblance of resistance before submitting to me.'

I didn't say anything. Her words and attitude were starting to piss me off and I wasn't going to give this bitch the satisfaction of verbalising my frustration. She pulled her foot out of my mouth and kicked my face a few times, lightly but deliberately as if to reinforce a point.

'Say something.'

'Say what?'

'Admit to the fact that you're already losing control over yourself.'

'Fuck you bit-'

She slid her fingers deep into the confines of my boxers, grabbed my left testicle and completely took me by surprise. At that moment, jolts of electricity burst through my groin as I felt a wave of pleasure that was completely out of this world. The skin on my balls became very, very sensitive, and everything was heightened. Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around my left testicle and rubbed it firmly with her thumb bringing just as much pain as she brought pleasure. she was exploring every last inch of it and the feeling had me trapped somewhere in-between indescribable pain and totally immense pleasure. I didn't know whether to scream with agony or delight so all I could do was let out a confused moan at the sensation of what this bitch was doing to me. Then she started to tug on my ball, slowly pulling it away from my groin, slowly stretching the cord that connects it to my body. I'd never had anything remotely similar happen to me before.

'Oh my God. Oh my God.'

'You mean, Goddess.'

'Oh don't stop, please don't stop.'

She sat there with her fingers firmly wrapped around my left nut repeatedly tugging it like some sort of testicular hand job giggling to herself at the effect she was having on me. 'How long had we even been at this? One minute? Two? It certainly wasn't very long but I was already losing control.

'You see, I could quite easily milk the cum your balls this way and give you the most explosive orgasm you've ever known.'

I could feel the burning heat building in my nuts and radiating into her fingers. My heart was beating so frantically that I could feel it pulsing both in my forehead and through the veins in my testicles. All I could think was 'What the fuck is she doing to me? What the fuck is she doing?' as beads of sweat started to form in my brow and slowly roll down my forehead onto the worn stockings she used to blindfold me.

'Do you want to cum now?'

There was no denying it. I did want to cum, I wanted nothing more than to cum buckets of sticky wet cum for this bitch and she exquisite pleasure and agony she was giving to my balls. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't fucking believe it. She was actually going to make me shoot just from teasing my balls! It was fucking incredible!

'Tell me, you want to cum!'

'I want to cum.'

She started tugging my testicle harder and faster pulling it further back with each tug than any man would have been comfortable with as her sensual feet once again found their way to my face.

'Say it like you fucking mean it.'

' I want to cum!'

'I want to cum, who?'

'Salima, I want to cum, Salima!'

'Beg me!'

'Please!'

'Beg me!'

'I'm begging you!'

My balls twitched and pulsed at the manipulation of her delicate fingers and I felt a deep burning sensation growing in my groin. It was like a wave of energy swelling inside of me, raising my body temperature by about fifty degrees, taking over my mind and transporting me to a realm of intense pleasure that few people, if any had ever been to before. This was it, I was going to cum! There was no doubt about it, I was going to cum and cum hard! My body started to shake and spasm on her bed and I let out a deep moan as she laughed, released my balls and pulled her foot away from my quivering mouth. I bucked and rocked wildly on the bed as she did nothing but laugh at my predicament.

'Where are you?! Where have you gone?! Don't stop! Please don't stop!'

'Come now, darling, you can't expect me to make it that easy for you.'

'Please, please don't stop!'

'You're begging me not to stop but you see, I've already stopped, so what you should be begging me is to please, please continue, but I'm afraid that's not going to happen.'

'Why?! Why, for fuck's sake, why?!'

'Because I'm not yet finished torturing you.'

'Oh God, oh my fucking God.'

'Goddess.'

There was a long silence in which she was clearly waiting for me to give in and call her a Goddess. I wasn't willing to say it but between you and me, I was starting to buy into her world view.

'Still got a bit of that pride swimming through our system, do we? You should think about overcoming it, remember Marcellus Wallace from Pulp Fiction? Pride only hurts, my friend.'

With that she got up and sat her soft, round, and bulbous ass directly on top of my crotch. My straining cock denied it's ultimate goal by the layers of fabric in my boxer shorts and her thong. Once again I rubbed myself against her, desperate enough to get enough friction to give myself the release I so sorely needed and once again she kicked me in the face. She had removed the stocking from her left foot so I felt it's smooth, soft, and sweaty skin glide against my cheeks as she kicked me. The right foot was still encased in nylon and as she alternated between feet, the sensation of rough and smooth against my face was really starting to drive me crazy. I was starting to not care any more. She was winning and I was losing. She was simply too much for me to handle and there was just nothing I could do about that.

'Do not, do that again, your cock isn't going to get any of me tonight.'

'Please, Salima.'

'No, now shut the fuck up and tell me how lucky you are to have my feet on your face.'

'It feels amazing.'

'More.'

'The feeling of them is exquisite. I want them so badly, Salima. I have them here on my face but I still want them more than anything in the world.'

'This is what you dreamed about during all those months you spent watching my feet in the office, isn't it?'

'Yes.'

'All the times you spent watching me dangle and dip my heels, run a pen along the sole of my stockinged foot, or in-between my toes. You wanted to smell them, didn't you?'

'Yes.'

'You wanted to taste them, didn't you?'

'Yes.'

'You wanted to deeply inhale the scent of my shoes, didn't you?'

'I did, I actually did, I sniffed the shoes you left in the office.'

'Of course, you did, why do you think I left them there?'

She got up off my crotch and slid up against me on the bed, her knee pressed hard against my balls, her breasts pressed tightly against my chest and her lips inches away from my right ear. I could smell the sweetness of her Chanel perfume as she spoke and it was nothing less than intoxicating.

'Oh my God.' I mumbled, weak and paralysed with lust before she drove her knee into my swollen balls no less than 3 times. I screamed out in pain as my rock solid dick slapped hard against her thigh with each strike

'What did I tell you?'

'Goddess, you're a Goddess, Salima. You're the most sensual woman I've ever met and I'm hopeless against you. Please, just please let me cum.'

And with that statement I completely gave in to my predicament and accepted my place as the loser in our relationship and how long did that take? Three minutes? Four?

'No, you're not cumming just yet.'

She got up and stood over me on the bed. I couldn't see a thing through my blindfold of worn stockings but in my mind I could clearly picture the way she looked. Her gorgeous golden skin and toned abs, ample breasts and curves glowing in the dimmed lighting of the hotel room. She'd have been looking down on me with a smile that said that she owned me in mind, body and soul and that there wasn't a damn thing that I could do about it. A smile that said no matter how much pleasure she was going to give me and how hard she would make me cum, I'd forever have to live with the humiliation of knowing just how badly and how easily she'd dominated me. Whenever we were at work or out with friends that knowledge would always be there between us and our relationship would never ever be the same,

I felt the toes of her bare foot pressing into my balls, pulling them down onto the mattress of the bed and causing my hard dick to stand vertically on it's own like some sort of leaning tower in the wind. She pumped up and down exactly 10 times, digging her toes deep Into my swollen testicles and causing my dick to sing wildly in the air while its owner moaned sounding more like a zombie than a man.

'OK here's the deal. So far you've been having all of the fun. I've been teasing and toying with your body and taking you to cloud nine but you've not been doing the same to me and I don't think that's fair. I deserve to get some excitement too. See my ass? See this gorgeous ass of mine?'

'I can't see a thing, Salima.'

'Thats right, of course you can't, you're as blind as the proverbial bat. Well this delicious, round, sculpted, and meaty derrière of mine is headed straight for your face.' she said, still pumping my aching balls with those exquisite toes of hers and leaving me to wonder just how much longer I could hold on before I lost it completely.

'Once my ass is smothering your face, I'm afraid to tell you that it won't be getting off until its owner has an orgasm. That said, if I were you I'd hope that your tongue is ready for what's about to happen, because if not there's a strong possibility of you passing out within the next two minutes.'

'Please, Salima, plea-'

There was just no talking to this woman. Before I could even finish my sentence she sat that gorgeous, full, oiled and completely naked butt of hers right onto my face completely cutting off my oxygen. I bucked and rocked underneath her, desperate to position myself in a manner that would let me get the tiniest amount of air into my lungs but all I succeeded in doing was driving my nose into her ass crack and my lips into her wet pussy. She slowly grinded all over me, the oil making her ass slide gracefully over every inch of my face. I was intoxicated by everything about this woman and what she was doing to me. The smell of her ass, the taste of her dripping pussy, and the sound of her voice commanding me to make her come were all too much and the fact that I couldn't breathe was more than I could take.

I licked her pussy with everything I had as she danced on top of me and as my lungs quickly ran out of air, her moans grew more and more intense and so did mine. I moaned and groaned deep into the dripping pussy that was filling my mouth with its sweet juices, desperate to get some words out and beg the bitch to just let me get at least one second's worth of oxygen. All she did was scream with ecstasy and order me to shut up and make her cum. As time went on, my lungs used up all of their air and were frantically trying to take in more. I convulsed under her, my chest, lungs and mouth spasming as my body fought with everything it had to satisfy the urge to breathe. This simply spurred the sadistic bitch on even more and I could feel her finger nails digging deep into the sweaty skin on my chest and her screams get louder and louder.

'Please! Please!' I moaned, desperate for her to get off me.

'You don't need to breath! You don't need to breath in any air that doesn't come from asshole! That's all the oxygen you need!'

I was starting to panic, my head felt light. I could feel my heartbeat pounding like a jackhammer in my chest and my whole body going into convulsions. I started to see stars and feel dizzy. 

'YEAHH!! MAKE ME CUM!! MAKE ME FUCKING CUM!!! OHHH YEAH!'

The bitch was actually going to make me pass out! She wasn't going to get off me until I lost consciousness and I felt a burst of real fear slice through the insides of my stomach as I lay there shaking on the bed with the ass of that Asian Goddess covering every entire inch of my face. She was going to kill me. That was what was happening, she was going to kill me right there on that bed and despite that my dick was straining in my boxers, harder that it had ever been before, desperate and begging for her to touch it.

'WHY WON'T YOU JUST FUCKING TOUCH MY DICK SALIMA? WHY?! IF YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME THEN FUCKING KILL ME BUT PLEASE JUST LET ME FUCKING CUM, PLEASE! PLEEEEASE!'

'ARGGGH!!! MMMMMMHHH!!! MMMMH! FUCK!!! YESSSSS!!!!'

As I started to lose consciousness I felt her stretch her long and smooth legs out across my body and start kicking my balls furiously!

'MAKE ME FUCKING CUM MAKE ME FUCKING CUM! THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!!'

This was is it, I just couldn't do it any more, between the lack of oxygen in my body and the relentless pounding of her feet against my balls, I felt myself losing my grip on reality. My heart rate doubled, tripled and quadrupled and my ears started to ring. I felt a searing pain spread from my balls and ricochet across my entire body and my wrists and ankles went limp in their shackles. My vision went from jet black to bright white just as Salima let out a scream so primal that it had to have been heard the entire hotel, our colleagues included. Just as I'd given up and accepted my fate, Salima's ass finally left my face and for the first time in what felt like years, I felt the sweet sensation of oxygen rushing into my lungs. She pulled my blindfold off, exposing my confused eyes to light for the first time in what felt like an age and kneeled to the side of me smiling like the cat that got the cream. I gasped and panted like a man who barely escaped drowning and thanked Jehovah, Allah, Shiva and Budda that she took pity on me and decided to end that insane torture session. Still, as the sanity slowly returned to my mind I realised that I hadn't cummed and had no idea why she was feeling so damn pleased with herself. Despite how close I came to shooting I didn't go all the way so per the terms of her arrangement she'd failed. 

'Why are you smiling?'

'Admiring my handiwork.'

'Why? You didn't make me cum. I made you cum so I won.'

She laughed.

'Are you sure about that?'

'Yes I'm sure. You came but I didn't.'

'Well if that's what you think, you need to have a good look, honey.'

Wondering just what the fuck this bitch was talking about, I looked down at my stomach and was blown away by what I saw. Every inch of me, and I do mean every fucking inch, down from my rib cage to my boxers was covered in thick, gloopy cum and my still hard dick was poking out of my boxers with cum leaking from the head. I'd honestly never seen so much semen in all my life and had no idea that my balls could even carry such a load. I looked up at her in complete shock, disbelief and awe at what she'd done to me and she just looked back with a knowing smile.




Lick My Feet - Lick My Ass



'You came at the same time I did. I kicked the cum out of your balls while robbing you of air. That's why you came so hard but because you were suffocating at the same time, you didn't realise it was happening. It's kind of a shame really, the best orgasm of your life was a ruined one so you didn't even feel it.'

'You're a bitch.'

'Aren't I just?'

'Anyway you've had your fun now so let me out of these handcuffs. We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow and I need my sleep.'

'You must be joking.'

'Why?'

'Because I'm not done with you yet. Not even by a long shot. The night is young my dear and we've only just gotten started.'

And with that she turned around, sat that amazing ass of hers once again onto my sweat ridden face and moaned like a woman possessed as she slowly grinded on my nose with her asshole. As I once again felt the oxygen start to evaporate from my lungs I simply couldn't begin to believe the situation that I was in. Just who the fuck was this woman? And what else did she have in store for me?



END



Lick My Luscious Low Hanging Balls!



John,

My big, furry nuts have been stewing in their own funky, musky sweat all day while I worked on a construction site. My underpants are completely damp as it has been a scorcher of a day. 

I'm heading straight to see you. I know how much you love it when my balls are all sweat coated and ripe. I can't wait to see your pretty face with those luscious lips and your sexy brown eyes. If anyone ever wanted to see what hunger and desire looked like they only have to look in your eyes. It's making me hard just thinking about you standing there with your snake hips and snug jeans. Your body is smooth and lean and slender, so very in contrast to mine; but I know that you love the difference as much as I do.

I'm already hard and my precum is gluing my cock to the front of my underpants. I know you will have a cold beer waiting for me, and believe me I need it on a hot day like today. But I have a feeling I might have to wait for it. You will be waiting for me at the front door and will kiss me full on the lips as soon as I arrive. You don't give a shit about what the neighbours might think, and your hand will already be making its way down the back of my shorts and between my cheeks.

I have to hussle you indoors before you make an exhibition of us both. I watch you withdraw your hand and sniff your fingers approvingly. I can see and feel that you are hard now and you just about drag me into the bedroom and start ripping my clothes off. Soon I'm butt naked and kneeling on the bed with my furry ass in the air. You start stroking my hairy thighs because you know this gets to me each and every time. Soon I am writhing around on the bed and then you take my fat balls in your hands and start snuffling around, inhaling my scent. You tongue starts to lick my salty balls and soon little happy gurgling sounds escape your lips as you busy yourself nuzzling my fun bags while tugging on my hard dick. Neither one of us will ever know why this gets you so hot, but gets you hot it does.

You pull my hard dick right back and take it into your mouth but this position is uncomfortable for me and I struggle away. You let go of my dick but grab hold of my thighs and force your face into my crack. I always feel a little embarrassed about this, the way you greedily eat my ass but I have a hard on that won't quite, and I know you have too. Your hands have gone back to stroking my balls and I feel like I could erupt in a jizz spew at any moment. Your hot tongue teases around my sensitive ring and forces its way into my hidden depths. My cock is leaking long strings of excitement juice. Man I want you so bad; I rock back and forth on the bed, forcing my puckered asshole past your lips and tongue.

I moan softly when at last your wet finger probes my asshole. You withdraw your finger and work a little more spit into me. This time it slides in with ease and I start jacking myself off. The pleasure in my ass is so intense, but I need more. I stroke my hard shaft, hoping you will hurry up and slide that long, beautiful cock of yours into me. My chocolate starfish, my winking brown eye, the centre of my being desires you. You take your time, working a dollop of lube into my ass. I hear you pant and know that at last you will give me what I desire.

You enter me in one long, slow push, filling me to completion. I shiver at the intense thrill of having your manhood fill me up so beautifully. Your hands stroke my back as you gently start stroking into me. My ass responds to your gentle fucking and soon I am completely relaxed and ready to take the pounding I know will come. You slap my ass. A loud thwack echoes through the room. I gasp and you pull you eight glorious inches all the way out of me and slam back in. The power of your forceful fucking just about takes my breath away. My hand is going crazy on my cock now as I writhe about on the bed.

You fuck like a madman, like I'm your plastic blowup doll, and I love it. Each stroke triggers a mini wave of pleasure to pulse through me. My balls are drawn up tight and each tug on my cock takes me closer and closer to the edge. Your sweat drips onto my back. I hear you murmur, and then you start to pant; this is followed by your bellow. My hand goes into overdrive. Tingles shoot up and down my inner thighs, my cock is so sensitive now it can barely stand my own touch. You grunt and flood my ass with your warm ball juice as my own cock explodes in my hand, pumping out a massive load onto your sheets.

Later, I get to have that beer while you tell me all your news. You parade that tight little bubble butt of yours around in front of me and I look forward to giving you a deep drilling later that night.

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Ed,

I always used to be embarrassed by the size of my balls. They just started growing one day and never seemed to stop. Whenever I'm in a locker room or shower or something I always sneak a quick look at the other guys, just to see how big their balls are, and somehow I always seem to have the largest pair.

It used to make me feel like a freak or something, that is until I met Dave. He is totally crazy about my balls and I know that he loves them more than he loves me, but I don't care. What Dave loves most is to lie on his back and have me kneel over him. Then he goes to town, playing with my smooth orbs and licking them. By the time his tongue is sore my cock is so hard that it has to have some relief.

Fortunately for me Dave loves it in the ass. He quickly turns over onto his stomach, presenting me with his firm, smooth ass. I lube him up quick cause I'm such a hurry to blow my load. Dave's a real pro at getting nailed; he doesn't seem to need much more than a moment or two of finger fucking. I lower myself into position and let my beefy cock into his ass. I wish I had more than five inches to give him, but he says it is more than plenty and what he loves more than length is girth, and that I do have.

Sometimes I don't know who is fucking who, the way he moves that ass of his about on the bed. It is like his ass is milking my shaft; it is just the most delicious thing in the world. All too soon I can feel my orgasm building. All I can do now is try and get as many strokes in as I can. You can only hold back the flood so long and my cock is just too sensitive. I take my last stroke and then world stops turning. I let out a loud grunt and my balls start to gush their creamy load. Dave wriggles about on the bed and drains the last drops out of me.

He turns over and I quickly jerk him off. Usually it take no more than twenty strokes, and he is there, sending up a jet of joy juice high into the air. It falls back on his belly and chest and I rub it into his skin before we snuggle up and go to sleep.

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Vince,

Sometimes I get a little irritated with my low hangers, like when I crush them by mistake or they slip out of my shorts. Sometimes I wish I could tie them up so they hung a little higher up and closer to my body. But there is one time I just love them.

There's this hotel I stay in from time to time when I travel on business. The rooms have just the best shower in the world. I usually hurry back from my meetings and turn down any offers of drinks or meals as I have a hot date with my shower head. I go into my room and pour myself a cold beer while I strip off. Just the thought of the pleasure I'm about to experience has got my cock half hard. I pace up and down the room as I finish my beer. Then its time to hit the shower.

I get the temperature just right and set the jet on pulse. I lather up and clean out my crack, wash my hair and do all the usual shower routines. Then I take the head off the hook, turn the jet to fine and aim it at my balls. I can't tell you the pleasure this gives me. These little teeth nibble away at my balls, making me feel quite weak at the knees. For once I am pleased to have such low hangers, the extra skin provides more surface area to be pleasured by the warm water. My cock is fully hard without me having to touch it and bobs about in the spray. Steam swirls all around the shower room and the smell of tea tree shampoo fills my nostrils.

I tease my little rosebud with the warm needle of spay and feel seconds away from shooting my bolt. I ease the water away from my balls and put the shower head back on the hook while I lather up again. My hand glides easily up and down my crack and over my throbbing shaft. I'm torn between giving myself a nice slow, soapy wank or letting the shower head do it all for me. I take the shower head off the wall again and aim it at my sensitive cock head. I shudder as the pleasure courses through my body.

I aim the fine spray at my asshole once more; it is like having a hundred pairs of lips all gently nuzzling at my sensitive pucker. Then its time to spray my low hangers once more. The roil around in the warm spray and start to draw up close to my body. I pinch my nipples and that little action is enough to trip me over the edge. I grunt out loud as I watch a rope of spunk blasting out of my cock, followed by a second and third. I slide down onto the floor and let the warm water wash over me as I recover from the most amazing session.

Copyright 2005 Daniel Blue



Lick My Pussy, Mom



Hey guys this is my first story so comments are greatly appreciated.

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It was a very stormy night and Allie and her mom Sarah were cleaning dishes. Allie was a very beautiful girl for her age of 18. She had awesome long blonde hair and big blue eyes. However, her most noticeable features were her butt and boobs. She had a very nice small round ass that all the guys drooled over and her boobs, a very nice size 34b, were a thing of amazement. Her mom only in her mid-forties was also very beautiful. Allie had clearly inherited her nice ass and tits from her mother. "Mom?"

"Yes, honey?" Sarah said while drying some dishes.

"Have you ever... well have you ever been with or thought being with um... another girl"

"Oh, baby!" Sarah had not seen that question coming!

"Well, in college um... I did have a roommate who um... I experimented with."

"Really? What was it like? Was it great? My friend has been with another girl and said it was the best thing ever!"

Sarah didn't know what to say. She had never thought she would have to talk about this with her daughter! She looked at Allie. She was gazing up at her with an incredible amount of anticipation. Sarah had only noticed a little in recent months that her daughter had grown so beautiful and voluptuous. Sarah was amazed by Allie's breast and wanted to just reach out and grab them. Then, she had an idea.

"Well honey why don't tomorrow you stay home and fake sick and when your father leaves for work ill show you?"

"Really Mom?"

"Really" Sarah said.

So, the next day all pretended that her head was killing her and she had a cough. Sarah told her father that she should stay home and get a little rest. Finally her dad gave up and let her stay home.

"Now listen Allie. I got to go run to the store and stuff real fast and then ill be back ok?"

"Ok Mom" Allie said with a big grin on her face.

Sarah ran out and left Allie home all alone. Allie was so excited! She reached down to her panties and was amazed how wet she was. She climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom and turned the shower on. She waited till it heated up and then stripped down and went in. The water felt so good. Her hand moved over every inch of her body. She finally reached her pussy and slipped a finger in. Then she decided to wait and tease her self till her mom got home and got out of the shower and dried off. She heard her mom coming up the stairs and ran to her.

"Mom mom! Are you ready?"

"Yeah baby just let me put some stuff down. You go into my room and lay on the bed."

"Ok mommy!"

Allie went into her parent's room and laid down on the bed. Her mom came in the room and sat next to her.

"Ok baby are you sure you want to do this?"

"Heck yeah mom!"

"Ha ha ok baby. Now lay back."

Allie laid back on the bed and Sarah leaned in and started kissing her. Sarah's lips where very soft and Allie immediately became the horniest she had ever been. After a few moments of kissing Sarah got up and started to undress. So, Allie did the same. After both where completely nude Sarah made a comment on her daughters nice pussy.

"Honey! Your pussy is so nice!"

"Oh my God! Thanks Mom"

Sarah laughed and leaned in on Allie again. This time she started kissing her daughters neck. Allie through her head back in complete ecstasy.

"Oh Mom that feels so good!"

"Well if you like this then you'll love this." Sarah smiled.

Sarah went down in between Allie's legs and stuck two fingers in her pussy. Then she started sucking on her clit. 

"Oh! Mom! Oh my God!"

Allie taste so good Sarah thought. She couldn't believe she was sucking on her daughter's clit! Allie arched her back and started grabbing her boobs and moaning loudly. 

"Suck me Mom! Suck me!"

Allie was in heaven. She had never felt anything like this. Her mom's fingers felt so good in her wet hot pussy. But, her mom sucking on her clit felt even better. Soon Allie was getting very close to her climax.

" Mom! I'm going to cum! Mom! Mom! Fuck!"

Sarah started licking and finger fucking faster.

"I'm cumming! Oh my God! I'm cumming!"

Sarah felt Allies pussy juices burst into her mouth. She tasted so good. After Allie calmed down Sarah cleaned up her daughters juices from her pussy. 

"Ok baby did you like that?"

"Oh my God Mom yes! That felt so good. Can we do that more often?"

"Of course baby! But for now I think you know what to do."

Allie understood exactly what her mom was talking about. Sarah laid back spread her legs and then spread her pussy lips. And Allie dove right in.