1 comments/ 57157 views/ 9 favorites Anita By: Bronco Billy After my wonderful weekend with David in New York and then my surprise adventure with Jill and Randy in Dallas, I settled into my usual routine. Get the boys off to school and then head for the health club and another vigorous workout. Then I would return home, take a shower and settle down in front of the computer to enjoy reading sex stories on Literotica. After being thoroughly turned on by what I was reading I would then enjoy my daily masturbation session. It is Wednesday and I have just finished a demanding aerobic workout. As I walk from the exercise room I hear a call from behind. "Miss Betty! May I talk to you for a minute?" It is Anita the aerobic instructor. "Can we sit for a while? I need to ask a favor of you." "Why certainly." I replied. "What's on your mind?" I asked as we took a seat at a table in the lounge. Anita is a beautiful, vibrant girl with a fantastic athletic body. She is only about five feet tall with dark skin and short, raven hair. Anita is about 22 years of age. Every time I look at her I remember what Emily told me about her and my mouth waters. I would love to lick her little pussy. "Miss Betty. I am leaving town and going back to Pennsylvania. My boyfriend and I broke up and my father wants me to come home and go back to college." She blurted. "I'm sorry to hear that." I replied. "I certainly have enjoyed your classes the last couple of years." She smiled broadly and replied, "Thank you for the kind words. I have certainly enjoyed my time here." "What is the favor you needed?" I asked. "I have to be at the airport at five o'clock this afternoon and I need a ride. I was wondering that if you weren't busy if you could pick me up at my apartment and bring me there." She asked with a pleading look on her face. I looked at her for a moment and I immediately thought that I might have an opportunity to see if Emily was correct. "I am free for the rest of the day and I would love to give you a ride to the airport." "Oh, thank you so much Miss Betty." She gushed. "I am completely broke and could not have paid for a cab. You are a life saver." I could not believe my luck. Anita was leaving town for good and was also in need of money. This met all of my criteria for selecting sexual partners. I decided to take advantage of the situation. "Why don't we make an afternoon of it? I'll be at your place around two o'clock and we can go somewhere nice and eat before I drop you at the airport." "Oh Miss Betty! You are so nice. I would love to spend the afternoon with you. As you know I live just around the corner and I am almost finished packing. I'll see you at two." She said as she stood up, gave me a big hug and kissed me on the cheek. "I'll be there then." I stated. She gave me a big smile and almost skipped out of the club. I drove home in a state of euphoria knowing that this afternoon I was going to lick Anita's sweet little pussy. Emily told me that she was a cinch and, according to her, she had never made a mistake when selecting a sexual partner for her and Richard. Upon reaching home I went straight to my room and masturbated. All I could think of was sucking Anita's soaking wet cunt. With my feet up on my computer desk I experienced a mind-boggling climax as I pistoned my fingers in and out of my pussy and ass. Bucking my hips, I came with a profuse gushing of my love juice. I scooped up as much as I could and hungrily sucked it from my fingers and the palms of my hands. I wish that I could lick my own pussy. I know it sounds depraved but I love to eat cum. I showered, put on my makeup, and began to dress. I needed to wear something that I could easily remove. I decided to wear a short, pleated, light green skirt with a white, sleeveless blouse that buttoned up the front. I decided not to wear a bra and also considered not wearing panties. But I did not want to scare the girl so I decided to wear the panties that Jill gave to me. The full sized white cotton ones with the light green stripes. They matched the skirt. I only had three hundred dollars in cash, which I placed, in a plain envelope, in my purse. It would have to do. I also added a bra and Ann's blue panties. I would use the money, if needed, to proposition Anita and I would wear the fresh under garments to the airport. It was a short drive to Anita's apartment and I decided to get there early. If I arrived at one thirty she may not be quiet dressed and I may be able to speed up the process. She had to be at the airport at five. Damn, but I wanted her badly. I could hardly wait to get between those muscular legs. I parked the car and walked to her apartment. It was in a nice, modern complex and was located on the third floor. Apartment 363. I knocked on the door and after a few minutes Anita opened the door. "Oh, Miss Betty! You are a little early. I just got out of the shower." She was dressed in a white, terry cloth robe and had a towel wrapped around her head. Her little face, with out make-up, was beautiful. "I'm sorry. I am a little early, but I am anxious to get started." I apologized. "That's OK. We can visit while I put my make up on." She replied and then added. "You are so beautiful." "So are you." I smiled. I had known Anita for two years and had taken her aerobic class on numerous occasions. She was a demanding and skilled instructor and was my favorite. I liked her a lot. Over that time we had only spoken to each other briefly, but on several occasions. Her little body was very muscular in a sexy sort of way. Her legs, although muscular, were slender and well defined and her ass was firm and pronounced. Her tits did not appear to be large but would bounce in an inviting way as she performed her aerobic routine. Since Emily's assessment of Anita I wanted her badly but I had to suppress my urges until now. But now an opportunity presented itself and I felt that I had take advantage of it. Emily had said that Anita was a cinch. A cinch for a sexual conquest! I figured that we only had a couple of hours to play and I decided not to waste much time. Anita walked to the couch and sat down. " I taught eight aerobic classes yesterday and four this morning." She said. "My feet and legs are so sore and tired. I was trying to make a few extra bucks to help me get started at home." "They must be tired. Let me massage your feet." I offered. "Oh No! Miss Betty" She replied as she briskly dried her hair with the towel. "I didn't mean to suggest that. You are already being too generous to me." "Please, let me. It will be my pleasure. A good foot massage will feel good." I repeated the offer. She smiled and said. "Alright, but just for a few minutes. We have a lot to do." I kneeled on the floor in front of her and placed her feet on my lap. I took one in my hands and started to gently massage it. It was so small and dainty. Anita sighed and leaned back into the couch. Her head was back and her eyes were closed. "It feels good doesn't it" I asked. "Oh! Yes Maam. Does it ever." I massaged her feet vigorously and worked my fingers between each toe. I felt like taking them into my mouth and sucking. As I worked her feet she relaxed and spread her legs a bit. Her robe opened and I could see that she was wearing a pair of full white cotton panties. I could see the outline of her pussy. I was mesmerized by it. It was puffy and the lips were pronounced. Maybe little Anita was becoming aroused. I decided to massage her calf muscles and took one in each hand making long, slow, kneading strokes as I worked from her feet to her knees. "Ohhhh! That feels so good." She gasped. "Your hands feel wonderful. No one has ever massaged my legs before." I kept stroking her legs and kneading her muscular calves. Her flesh felt so good in my hands. As I reached her knees I lightly traced my fingers behind them. She relaxed even more and spread her legs wider. I couldn't take my eyes off of her panty-clad pussy. "Feeling better baby?" I managed to ask. "Am I? I have died and gone to heaven. Please don't quit," She pleaded. I had no intention of doing that. I thought about moving my hands up to her thighs but hesitated. I kept my eyes on her pussy and I saw a damp spot appear. Little Anita's pussy was getting wet. That was all the encouragement that I needed and I moved my massaging hands to her thighs. I worked them for a minute and Anita sighed. The wet spot in her panties had grown larger. Emboldened, I moved my hands to the inside of her thighs and I gently worked my fingers close to her panty line and then down again. Anita squirmed and gasped. " That feels so damn good. You better stop." I paid no heed and kept working her thighs with my hands. Her panties were now wet and I began to salivate. Saliva leaked from my mouth and I licked my lips. I was startled and surprised when Anita asked. "You want to lick my pussy don't you?" I looked up and her eyes were open. She was looking at me and had seen the lust in my eyes. Why...Yes! Yes... I do," I stammered. "No woman has ever licked my pussy." She stated and asked. " Has a woman ever licked yours?" "Yes. Yes they have." I replied as I experienced a small orgasm. I felt my panties getting wet. "Was it good?" Anita countered with a question. "Every time..... It's been good every time." Was my answer. "Have you licked pussy before?" She queried. "Anita I love to eat pussy. Do you want me to eat yours?" I said as I looked directly into her eyes and continued to gently stroke the inside of her thighs with my fingertips. "I've been curious about that for some time now. I thought of doing it but I never thought it would actually happen. I never thought that it could be with some one like you. You are so beautiful, older than I am, and have a handsome husband. You have a family and a nice home. You are an attractive and classy lady." She explained. "I know I look prim and proper but I can be nasty baby girl. Real nasty! I would like to do some very nasty things with you right now." "What would people think of me if we actually did that?" She asked with a perplexed look on her face. "There is no one else here but you and I. If we do it who will know? I reasoned. "I'm certainly not going to tell." "Your touch has me so turned on. I don't know if I want to stop. You are right. No one will know and we will probably never see each other again." She acknowledged. 'That's right, baby girl, no one will ever know." I reaffirmed. "Do it then, Miss Betty. Touch my pussy! Lick it!" She blurted. "Relax and open your legs a little more." I directed. She spread her legs wider and with the back of my hand I gently rubbed my knuckles over her cloth-covered slit. She jerked in response and her pussy gushed more juice into her already soaked panties. With both hands I slid the tips of my fingers under the edge of her panties and lifted the sopping material from her steaming cunt. I then leaned forward and sucked the wet material into my mouth while making a soft purring sound. Damn but she tasted good. I could smell the arousal rising from her slit as I sucked her juices from the cloth. "Oh sweet Jesus!" She exclaimed. "That's the most sensual thing I have ever seen. You are sucking the cum from my panties." This was going to be a wonderful afternoon I thought as I experienced another small orgasm. "Help me get your panties off." I directed as I reached for the waistband with both hands. Anita placed her heels on the couch and raised her ass as I easily slid her soaking panties down her legs. She slipped her left foot out but did not raise her right and her panties hung there. She was completely shaven. This would be my first shaved pussy. It was beautiful. The inner lips were prominent and hung down. Anita's clit was swollen and protruding. Her juices were seeping out of her slit and slowly running down to her ass hole. I had to have a taste. "Pull your legs back and spread wide pretty baby. I want to lick it all." I commanded. She grabbed both knees and spreading wide pulled them back to the couch where they rested on either side of her shoulders. Her cum soaked panties dangled from her right ankle. "I feel so nasty. So exposed. So fucking naughty." Anita confessed. "Yes you are and you have a beautiful, wet pussy that I have to taste." I said as I leaned in and with a flat tongue licked from her ass hole to the bottom of her soaking pussy. Her thick cum had a delightful sweet, yet sour taste. It was ambrosia and I licked it all up. "Ooooh Shiit! This is so nasty." Anita managed to utter. I moved back down to her exposed ass hole and gently licked around the tight rim. She bucked her ass into my face and exclaimed. "Oh Jesus, honey...I love that...oh fuck, lick my ass...that feel's so fucking good. I love to have my ass licked. Lick my ass." I continued to lick around her puckered hole and then I rolled my tongue up and tried to plunge it as deep into her ass hole as I could. "Ahhhh! Oh god... I love that! Do my ass! Fuck my ass with your tongue." She exhorted. "That's it pretty baby. Talk nasty to me. I like nasty talk when I eat pussy. Tell me what you like." I directed. I continued to probe her ass with my tongue in a fucking motion for several strokes. Then with a flat tongue I moved up to her pussy and licked the entire slit all the way to her hard little clit. Her love juice was bubbling from her hole and I sucked it up with a loud slurping sound. "I can't believe that this is happening." She exclaimed. "Miss Betty is eating my pussy!" I flicked her engorged clit lightly, once, and stood up. "Ohh, Please don't stop now it feels so good." Anita pleaded. "My hair is in the way. I need to put it up. Don't move." I commanded. I reached back into my purse, pulled out a rubber band, and while standing over her pulled my hair back and gathered it into a ponytail. I unbuttoned my blouse and slipping it from my shoulders tossed it aside. I did the same with my skirt and then slipped off my, cum soaked panties. "Your body is so long and lean and beautiful." Anita exclaimed and then asked. "May I smell your wet panties?" I presented them to her upturned face and said. "Lick the crotch. It's thick with my cum." She released her legs, took the panties in her hands and sucked in my smell with a deep intake of air. Anita then licked the thick juice that had collected on the crotch of my underwear. "Suck my love sauce pretty baby." I directed. As she sucked my juices I dropped back down to my knees and wasting little time, slid my hands under her bottom and cupping her ass in both hands pulled it to the edge of the couch. I flat tongued her from her pretty little ass hole to her dripping cunt. I then raised my head and looked at her slit. The inner lips were swollen and hanging from her open hole. I took each one, in turn, between my teeth and gently sucked their length, slowly from top to bottom. I then worked my extended tongue as deep as I could in her hole and tried to dig out as much of her goodness as I could. When I reached her protruding clit I sucked it gently into my mouth. My panties fell from her mouth and she gasped. " Oh God! When I'm this turned on I squirt. I squirt when I cum." "Squirt for me baby! Fill my mouth with your cum." I encouraged as I resumed sucking her little nubbin. Anita started to buck her ass into my face and began to chant." Hunh, hunh hunh, I'm close. I'm sooo fuuccking close. I ... am... going..... to... cum.... All..... over.... Your.....pretty.... fucking.... Face. "Cum for me baby!... Squirt that pussy juice..... Fill my mouth." I managed as I continued to suck hard on her clit. "Unh, Unh, Unh, Unh, That's it, That's what I like. Suck...my...fucking....pussy.....Hard! Make.....me.....CUUUMMM!" She screamed as a thick wave of pussy juice splashed onto my chin and flowed down my neck. I opened my mouth and covered her hole just as her pussy squirted another copious amount of her love juice onto my tongue and down into the back of my throat. I swallowed as much as I could before she grunted and squirted again. I lifted my face a little and this burst hit me on the nose and covered a large area of my face. "I...have....never....cum.... this....hard.....before! She gasped as I rubbed my entire face in her sopping cunt. "You've got your whole face in my pussy. Your whole, beautiful, fucking face!" She exclaimed. "Spread wide baby. I want all of your cum. I love the taste of it. I love to eat it." I said as Anita spread wide and I voraciously licked and sucked and swallowed. All the while making loud slurping, sucking sounds with my mouth. I was in a cum eating frenzy. I raised my cum soaked face, caught my breath, and said. "I can't get enough....of your sauce....It is so thick....so tasty....I love to eat pussy....I am so nasty....I am a pussy eating whore.....I am going to work.....that hard little nub....I want to make you squirt....I want to make you cum again." Using my tongue I flicked her clit rapidly and then licked it several different ways. Anita rapidly bucked her sloppy, steaming pussy into my face, bruising my lips. I gave her clit one last lick and moved down to her sopping hole and fucked her deeply with my tongue. "Fuck me!" She exclaimed as she exploded again squirting a heavy volume of juice into my eager mouth. "This is so fucking good. Suck my pussy! Eat my sloppy cunt!" I slowed down as her spent body sagged into the couch. I continued to use my tongue running it easily up and down inside her nether lips. "Ummmmm," She breathed. "That's nice...sooo nice." I continued to work her pussy that way, maintaining a slow, gentle licking within the walls of her sweet little slot. Taking my time, I savored the delicious feeling of her warm slick cunt against the sides of my tongue, feeling the abundant moisture within her hole. Her pussy had a wonderful taste, musky and strong, but also sexy and feminine. I could eat Anita forever. "Nobody has ever made me feel this way. I can't believe that we are doing this." Anita exclaimed. Pausing for a moment, I looked up and asked. "Do you like it baby?" "Oh Yes! I like it." She gasped. "Please don't stop. I can cum often" I noticed that the nipples, on her lemon-sized tits, were hard and extended. I looked back down at her pussy and noticed that it was still soaked with her juices. I kissed it again and with my lips sucked the cum from her wet folds like a child eating an ice cream cone, making obscene smacking noises as I pulled away. Then, using my thumbs I spread her lips wide and begin a series of long, languorous strokes with the full width of my tongue, moving from her lovely, cum filled asshole all the way to her clit, then back down again, over and over. I licked up all of the cum that I could find. She begin to make soft keening sounds and her hands caressed my head as I continued to eat her out. "That feels...so...fucking...good," she breathed, and I felt absolutely fantastic. I moved my hands up to her breasts and cupped their fullness as I gently pinched her nipples with my fingers. Anita's tits felt so good in my hands, and her wet pussy tasted and felt so good on my tongue. These things and the sound of her voice as she responded to my lovemaking forced me over the edge and I experienced a massive orgasm. I let out a loud, drawn out moan into her pussy. I could feel cum flowing from my cunt and down the inside of my thighs as I continued to tongue fuck her. Anita started to shake all over and buck her pussy into my face. About to cum again she screamed. "Baby...Oh baby! You ...are...going...to ...make...me...cum...again. FUUCK YEES, I'MMM CUUMMING!" I covered her hole with my mouth as she rapidly bucked her ass into my face and squirted more of her goodness onto my probing tongue. I tried to hang on and rapidly suck and swallow, suck and swallow. Little Anita could really cum. I slowed down and kept licking the mess that I made between her legs as she continued to easily roll her hips in time with my licking. Anita "Mmmmmmmmmm," That was good." I looked up and said. "There's plenty more to come if you can handle it." "You are so damn good." Anita responded. "You made me cum at least three times. I am ready for anything else that you have in mind." "I want to kiss your pretty mouth." I said as I slowly moved up her body lightly licking her as I climbed. I trailed my tongue up her belly and between her pretty little tits until I reached her chin. Looking into her beautiful brown eyes I took her puffy bottom lip between my own and gently sucked it into my mouth. "Ohhhhh," Anita moaned as I gently sucked. I loved the way her lip felt in my mouth. I drew it in and sucked it hard knowing that I was bruising it. She gasped, "Owwww!" In pain. "Did I hurt you baby?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "A little, but it hurt so good. You can do anything with me that you like. I am so turned on that I will do anything that you ask. Anything!" She admitted. "Suck my tongue!" I commanded as I stuck it deep into her mouth. Doing as told Anita sucked my extended tongue. She was tentative at first and then sucked much, much harder and more urgently. Sucking it like a cock. I thought that she would suck it from my mouth before she released it and gasped for breath. "Lick my face. Lick your cum from my face." I directed. "Get it all. Get all of your sweet cum from my face." "Oh God, Yes! I want to lick my juices from your beautiful face." She managed as she lapped like a kitten as she tried to lick all of the juices that coated my face and neck. "I taste good. I love the way my pussy tastes." "I need to suck your beautiful nipples." I said as I moved down, opened my mouth and wrapped it around one of her firm, turgid nipples. I cupped her still sopping cunt with my hand and without wasting time stuck two fingers deep inside. "Oohhh Baby! That feels so good. Suck my titties. Finger fuck my pussy." I sucked softly and thinking about Jill, I almost expected to feel milk flow into my mouth. I ran my tongue over her nipple as I sucked. I pulled back a little, still sucking, letting my lips slide up her nipple making it harder and longer. Anita had a look of sheer amazement on her face. It was evidently the first time that a woman had sucked her tits. Her hard little nipple felt wonderful in my mouth. I sucked several times on that nipple and then I switched to the other one. I sucked sensuously and noisily as I cupped her tit and stroked it with my hand. "This feels so fucking good. So nasty---so damn sexy. Suck them, suck my fucking titties!" She said as she bucked her pussy against my probing fingers. "You are so sensual. You make me feel so fucking good." Anita closed her eyes, licked her swollen lips, and worked her sopping cunt hard against my hand. "You know how to suck my tits. I feel it in my pussy. You are fantastic lover." Turned on by her words, I increased the intensity and sucked, over and over, pulling back as I tongued her nipples. I was salivating profusely as I slid my lips along her large areolas and tried to draw milk like a nursing baby. Her nipple was long and hard and felt so erotic as I slid my sucking lips along its length. "Keep sucking. Keep sucking like that. You are going to make me cum again." Anita frantically uttered as she bucked her sloppy cunt against my probing fingers. I sucked harder on her tit and begin to rub her hard little clit with my thumb as I pumped my fingers in and out of her slit. She had her heels firmly planted on the couch and her muscular ass raised in the air as she worked it forcefully, piston like against my hand. Anita was working hard to cum and gasped, "Sweet Jesus! Shit honey, you are going to make me cum. Ohhhh, Fuck, yessss, Finger fuck me! Finger fuck my wet pussy! Hunh, Hunh, Hunh! I'm almost there. Ahhhhhh.... God Yeesss! I'mmmmm Cuummming, Now! She relaxed a little and dropped her ass back to the couch but I kept sawing my fingers in and out of her pussy. I loved how her hard nipples felt in my mouth and I kept noisily sucking and licking them. I wanted to make her cum again. In response Anita raised her ass and started to buck her hips in time with my probing fingers. I knew that she was working to cum again. Her pussy began to make squishy, sucking sounds as she bucked against my hand. I could feel copious amount of her juices running between my fingers and down my wrist. "Hunh, Hunh, Hunh." She grunted and then screamed "OOHHH FUUUCCK MEEE! I...CAN'T...BELIEVE...THAT...I...AM...CUMMING...AGAIN! Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! I am going to die." I released her nipple with a loud pop and said. "Please don't die before you eat my sloppy pussy, Baby Girl." Spent and with a dazed look on her pretty face she once again sagged back into the couch. As I pulled my fingers from her sloppy hole they made and audible slurpy sound. "Sit back a little and rest your head on the back of the couch." I instructed as I stood up and presented my cum soaked hand to her. "Lick your pussy juice from my hand." Doing as instructed she lapped her cum from the palm of my hand and then sucked each finger individually into her mouth. She noisily sucked and pulled on each one in turn savoring the juices gathered there. "Tastes good doesn't it little girl?" I asked as she busily slurped away at my digits. "Yes...Yes it does... My pussy... tastes good." She managed as she continued to suck. "It's time for you to eat mine." I said as I pulled my hand from her mouth, turned around and with my back to her stood up on the couch. I placed both of my hands on her well-developed thighs and as I squatted commanded. "Lick the cum from the inside of my legs." I looked back between my legs and saw her tongue tentatively lick some of the thick juice that had accumulated there. "Lick and suck. Lick and... suck a little. Let me hear your pretty mouth suck." Anita responded by licking harder with a broad, flat tongue mixed in with an occasional audible suck. "Am I doing it right?" She paused to ask. "You can't do it wrong. Just relax, lick harder and make sloppy sucking noises with that pretty mouth. Just lick the sauce from my legs. Don't touch my pussy yet." I answered. Anita picked up the pace and lapping with a flat tongue began to make the requested sounds as she audibly sucked and swallowed the nectar accumulated on the inside of my legs. Using my thumbs I reached back and spread my pussy lips wide. "Look at my wet pussy baby. See how you have me turned on. Suck my thick sauce." I commanded as I covered her entire face with my wide-open, swollen pussy. I sawed my cunt back and forth over her covered face in a languid motion. I heard it squish as it passed over her nose and chin and I could feel her lips and tongue as they sucked the juice from my gaping hole. I moved my hands from between my legs and again using them for support placed them on her thighs. I lifted my pussy from her mouth and she gasped for air and managed. "Your...cum... is... so... thick. So...tasty. This is...so...nasty and so...so...good. I think that I am going to like eating your pussy." She raised her pretty head and started to loudly lap at my slit, all the while making those wonderful sounds that people do when they enjoy eating pussy. I let her feed on my slit as she worked my lips, sucking the length of each in turn, and then lapping the inside walls of my hole as she sucked the nectar gathered there. I could hear her audibly swallow as she greedily ate the goodness from my cum filled hole. I now believe that all women are natural born pussy eaters. Anita certainly was. She was ravenous as she hungrily attacked my sexy bottom. "You...taste...so...fucking...good! She stuttered between licks. "I... like... to... eat... pussy." "Lick my asshole!" I directed as I leaned forward a little. Anita simply let her flat tongue drag the length of my pussy and down to my waiting asshole where she resumed lapping. "Chew it, baby, chew on my asshole. Nibble it with your teeth." She attacked my little puckered hole with a fast, gentle biting action. It felt wonderful having her gnaw at my star with her teeth. "Now tongue it! Stick that tongue as far as you can up my ass." She rolled it up and penetrated my butt hole as far as her extended tongue would allow and then started to work it rapidly in and out. "That's it, pretty girl! Tongue fuck my ass. I am about to cum. That's it! That's...it! SHIITT! I'MMMM CUUMMMIINNG! As I leaned forward and raised my ass from her face Anita took a deep breath and said. "I made you cum. I can't believe that I made you cum with my mouth. I licked your ass and made you cum." "Work...my...pussy...some...more. I...need...to...cum...again." I managed as I moved my slit back down to her mouth. She aggressively attacked my bubbling oasis with her sucking mouth, slurping and swallowing with an audible gusto. My sauce was thick and copious and according to Anita's actions probably quite tasty. "Lick my clit!" I directed and she immediately probed it with her tongue. "Work it baby! Work it with that little tongue!" Anita lapped my nub vigorously, up and down and side to side with her magical tongue. She was driving me crazy when she paused, long enough, to mumble. "It's so big! It's... like... a little cock." "Suck my cock! Suck my fucking cock with that pretty mouth! Make me cum again!" I urgently gasped. Without hesitation Anita took my engorged clit into her mouth and sucked it with abandon. I could feel her tongue lapping as she sucked. At the same time she reached around and stuck two fingers into my ass. "Ohhhh Shit!" I exclaimed as I started to hump my ass against her probing fingers. "That's it pretty baby. Do my ass. Fuck... my...ass...with...your...fingers! Suck...my...clit! Unh,Unh, Unh, Unh! I stuttered and then screamed. "I'MMM CUUMMMINNG! FUUCCK YEES! I'm cumming again!" Exhausted, I relaxed my legs and rolled to the side, slid down from the couch and lay on my back on the hard, wooden floor. Still breathing hard I directed. "Get down here baby and come fuck my cock with that wet pussy." Anita slowly moved from the couch and stood over me. With my legs spread wide I arched my back and raised my ass from the floor. "Scissor me pretty girl. Let's rub our pussies together." I said. She placed one foot between my legs and as she lowered her body hooked her right arm under my left leg and lifted it over her shoulder. This allowed our cunts to mash together perfectly with an audible squishy sound. "Ahhhh! Anita exclaimed. "This feels so fucking good. I can feel your pussy hair. I can feel your little cock in my pussy." "Lets rub baby. Lets rub our sloppy cunts together." I directed as we started to establish a well-coordinated, squishy rhythm as we vigorously sawed our slits together. I could feel our distended clits as they rubbed together "If I had a dick I'd fuck you like a man." Ohhh Miss Betty! I am about to cum again. Lets work! Let's...work...for...the...cum. This...is...so...fucking...nasty. Fuck me...baby. Our...cunts...feel...so...good...together. Fuck...me...with...that...hot...wet...pussy! Anita said deliberately. I bucked my ass and hips as hard as I could and our pussies slammed together with loud wet sounds as we worked for the cum. I knew that we would have some very sore bottoms for the next few days. "I'm close...baby. I'm...close ...to...the...cum. Let's...cum...together. "Right fucking now. I'm...going...to...cum...right...fucking...NOW! She screamed as we both exploded. "AHHHHH! SO GOOD! SO...FUCKING...GOOD! I emphatically countered. Exhaustedly, we both lay on our backs on the floor. "I never knew that sex could be so good." Anita breathlessly volunteered. "I mean, I've always liked to fuck but this is something else. You are a fantastic lover. I would have never thought that I would have sex with Miss Betty." "You are pretty good yourself baby girl. You are a totally uninhibited lover. What an afternoon. It was a most welcome surprise. Totally unexpected, spontaneous sex is the best sex of all. I am so exhausted. I don't know if I will be able to get up from this floor." I added. "Ohhh, that disappoints me." Anita glumly said. "I have a strap-on cock and I was hoping that you would use it and fuck me with it. Like a man." "You do. Where is it?" I asked. "It's in a box in that shopping bag over there by my luggage." She replied. "I was going to throw it away after we left the apartment. I didn't want anyone around here to find it." "Well, go get it. Maybe we can manage another round." I smiled. I watched her fine ass wiggle as she walked across the floor and returned with the bag. She kneeled down next to me and removed the box and pulled out the strap on. It was a perfectly shaped rubber dick with huge veins and a distinctive head. "Why do you have this?" I asked. Anita hesitated for second and answered. "My boyfriend liked for me to fuck him in the ass. Isn't that kind of weird?" "Did you like doing it? I countered. "A lot, I liked it a lot." She admitted. "Then you both enjoyed it so that makes it fine and not a bit weird. What people enjoy doing sexually is no one else business. Show me how to put this thing on." I directed. I stood up and Anita said. "Step into the straps." I did and she worked them around my hips and added. "It has a little insert that fits into your pussy. It has a ribbed surface that rubs against your clit as you use it. She paused, inhaled deeply and said. "I love the smell of your pussy." Then as she rubbed her cheek against my thick, brown bush continued. "I love the feel of your pussy hair." I gasped as she inserted my part of the fake cock and tightened the straps. "How's it feel to have a cock? Anita asked. "Strange but wonderful." Was my answer as I looked at the new addition sticking out of my brown bush. It wasn't a real big cock but it was a good one, thick, and well veined with a nice head. "It has a vibrator, want me to turn it on? Anita queried. "Yes, please do." I responded. With the tips of her fingers she turned a little dial located near its base and I quivered as the vibrations thrilled my clit. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Anita said just before she slid her swollen lips over the head of my toy and swallowed the whole thing. Her nose was buried in my pussy hair and the sight of it combined with the vibrations set me off and I experienced another little orgasmn. "Ohhh, Fuck me! I,mmm...cummminng...again!" Anita pulled back and my cock slipped from her mouth with a loud, squishy pop. A long line of saliva connected her mouth to the toy. She looked up at me and said. "I love to make you cum. You cum so easily....and so hard. Now...come fuck me...come fuck me with your big dick." She lay on her back and I kneeled between her lewdly spread knees. Anita grasped the cock with both hands and guided it to her hole. As she raised her hips from the floor I plunged in with one long stroke. Her wet slit welcomed the invasion with a loud fart as air was forced from her hole. "Ohhhh...make my pussy talk. Do it again. Make...my...pussy...talk." Anita demanded I pulled back until the head of my phony cock almost left her gaping hole and then I forcefully plunged back in with the desired results. Another loud, wet fart escaped her gash. "That's it baby! That's what I like. Now lets fuck. Little Anita loves to fuck" She exclaimed as she arched her back and slammed her pussy into my cock. Only the bottom of her feet and the back of her shoulders remained on the floor. I felt so powerful as I plunged my fake cock into her hole. I bucked my hips and ass as hard as I could as we soon established a fluid fucking motion. The ribbed insert was doing its job and I discovered that the harder I stroked the better it felt. "Fuck me hard baby! I like it hard. Fuck...my...pussy...hard!" Anita directed as she slammed her muscular ass into the invading rubber dick. "Fuck me with your big cock. Fuck me deep and hard. I want to feel it in my throat." Our fucking was violent and our sweaty bodies made loud slapping sounds as we forcefully collided on each stroke. This was fucking at its primitive best. I loved it. It was like two wrestlers involved in a match to see who would prevail. Only this time there would be two winners. "Hunh...Hunh...Hunh...Hunh...Hunh...Hunh!" We both grunted as we worked to climax. "AAIIEEEEEEEE!" Anita let loose with a primitive scream as she climaxed. "SOOO...FUCKING...GOOD!" As I felt her pussy squirt her goodness around my cock and into my thick brown bush I came with an equally audible. "JESUS...FUCKING...CHRIST!" We collapsed into the floor and lay there as we tried to catch our breath. I pushed up with my arms and looked down at her. Sweat covered her beautiful face and a long stream of saliva drooled over my bottom lip and dripped into her open mouth. I leaned forward and with my mouth wide open kissed her. She sucked the saliva from my lips and swallowed with an audible gurgle. Anita then swallowed my extended tongue and sucked it hard for several strokes, much like you would suck a cock. When she released my tongue I raised my head and she said. "Look at us in the mirror." A large mirror covered one wall from the floor to the ceiling. You could see us completely. "Aren't we beautiful joined like this?" She asked. "Yes we are. Two beautiful women enjoying each others bodies." I replied. "Get on all fours over me and keep your eyes on the mirror." She directed. "I am going to make love to you. Let me do all the work. Just keep your eyes on the mirror." I rose up on all fours and we remained joined as Anita dug her heels into the small of my back and jammed her cock filled pussy against my body. Her shoulders remained on the floor and she had a crazed look in her face as she said. "Watch me. Watch a fucking love machine work." "Umph! I uttered as she slammed her muscular ass into my groin and begin to work her pussy in a pump like fashion by pulling up with her legs. Her legs were very strong and her actions provided quiet a show in the mirror. My back hurt a little from the pressure of her heels and I knew that I would be bruised there tomorrow. But I didn't care. It was worth the fuck. "I love to fuck. God...yes...I love to fuck. Watch me work... my nasty little snatch... on your cock." She said as she pounded her bottom into mine. "Just ...straight...fucking...stroking! I ...could...fuck...all. day! As I watched our erotic reflection in the mirror I realized that Anita was, indeed, a fucking machine. Her strong legs kept repeatedly pulling her ass; piston-like, as hard as she possible could into my rubber cock, armed pussy. On some strokes the rubber cock would almost leave her pussy, but not quiet, and her pussy would make those squishy farting sounds as she forced the air out. "Pussy music. My pussy... is making... music." She chanted The ribbed surface of the strap-on thrilled my clit on each repetitive stroke and I knew that I would cum again...soon. "You are beautiful baby girl. Nobody has ever fucked me like this. Keep working I am going to cum soon." I said. Anita's face was contorted and her eyes were glazed as she worked for the cum. She had that strained, almost pained look, on her sweaty face that people do as they near orgasm. "Ohhh... Fuck! Oohhh..Fuck...me! I AM...GOING...TO CUM...BABY! CUM...WITH...ME! NNOOOWW!" She wailed. "ME...TOOO! ME...TOO...BABY!" was my shrill answer. We collapsed from exhaustion and I rolled off of her and onto my back on the floor. "Good God! That was fantastic. You are definitely a fucking machine and I love you baby girl." "Miss Betty! This has been the best day of my entire life. So erotic, so sensual. You have to be the best lover in the entire world. I can't believe that we just did all of those naughty, fantastic things. I love you too. I really do. Now I wish that I didn't have to leave." Anita Just then there was a knock on the door. Startled, Anita jumped to her feet and put her robe back on. She hurriedly walked to the door and asked, "Who is it?" "Its Carl from next door. Is everything all right? We heard screaming and are concerned about you." Anita opened the door a little bit and said. "Thank you for your concern Carl. I am sorry. We were watching a horror movie and we had the sound to high. I'll turn it down. Thanks again." She closed the door and turned to me smiled and giggled. "I no longer have a television. Do you think they know what we were doing? "Probably so. We were pretty vocal." I replied. "I'm leaving town so it won't effect me. What will you do?" She asked. "Let them think what they like. Those people don't know me. I'll be all right. Let's get cleaned up and go enjoy that meal that I promised. Its only three o'clock." "I'd like that." She replied. "I was kind of hoping that you would fuck me in the ass like you used to do your boy friend. I've never been fucked in the ass. But I don't think we'll have time" I added. "Let's make time. I don't care if I miss the flight. Lets do it. I want to fuck your fine ass." Anita replied as she knelt down and undid the straps on the fake cock. I took it from her and sucked our combined juices that had accumulated at its base. Damn, but we tasted good. "Damn! You are one nasty bitch." Anita said as she hastily strapped on the dildo as it bobbed from her middle. "Bend over the arm of the couch and spread those long legs as wide as you can." She instructed. "Watch the mirror. I want you to see me work." Following instructions I bent over the couch and turned my face to the mirror. Anita kneeled down behind me and said. "You have a beautiful pussy. I love your thick pussy hair." She turned and sat on the floor between my legs and turning her face up sucked the juices that had accumulated in my bush. "I'm going to let mine grow. I love a hairy cunt." She announced and then noisily sucked my clit. I gasped with pleasure and said. "You are a wonderful lover. You know just what to do to me." Anita got back on her knees and languidly and thoroughly lapped at my gash with her magical tongue, all the while sucking and slurping with her mouth. When she reached my ass hole she tongued it deeply and I could hear a sloppy, gurgling sound. She raised her cum covered face and looked at me in the mirror. "I think that your ass is sufficiently lubricated." She acknowledged as she stood with her cock bobbing from her snatch. She nudged my hole with the tip of the dildo and I felt her press it against my tight ring. Not uncomfortably, I felt it slip inside. Anita wasted little time as she shoved it into my tight ass. It was just the right size as it filled my anus. "How's it feel Miss Betty? Are you ready to have that fantastic ass fucked." Anita asked. "Just take a few easy strokes and let me get used to it." was my response. She pulled back and slowly slid it all the way back in. After doing that a few times she picked up the pace for a few strokes and then after almost pulling the dick all the way out slammed it home with her muscular ass. My ass checks rippled and I omitted a loud, "OOMPH," "I'm going to fuck that ass hard now baby. I'm going to show you what that bastard boy friend of mine is missing. He used to love for me to plow his ass." With that said she grabbed my hips in her hands and pulled me toward her as she begin to pummel my ass hole with long powerful stokes. God! I loved it. I loved being fucked in the ass. But I already knew that I would. "That's it baby1 Fuck my ass! Pound my fucking asshole. Work your big cock in my butt hole. Hard, baby, hard! Pound...my...ass! Fuck the shiit...out...of...ITT!" I chanted as I forcefully bucked my ass back into her powerful thrusts. I tried to reach my clit but the arm of the couch was in the way. I didn't think that it would matter for I was about to experience another massive orgasm. With that sexually crazed look on her face Anita looked at me and asked. "How does it feel to get it in the ass from the best ass fucker in the whole fucking world?" "I love it baby girl. I...love...it. Just keep pounding my ass. Hard...baby...hard. POUND...MY...FUCKING...ASS!" I screamed. Saliva was dripping from her mouth in a long stream that connected to my back. She was pounding my ass so hard that her thrusts were actually sliding the couch across the floor. I was working hard for the cum and I tried to meet every one of her strokes. I bodies were making loud slapping sounds when we met. If the neighbors didn't know what we were doing earlier they certainly did now. 'I'm going to...cum...baby. I'M...GOING TO CUM...NOOW! Anita shouted. I joined in with, "FUCK...YES! This ...is so...fucking...good! as I experienced yet another massive cum. Anita stepped back and the cock slid out of my ass with and audible slurp, sucking sound. She than lay on my back and played with my nipples and we both giggled. "They know we aren't watching a horror movie." Anita laughed. 'That's for sure." I echoed. "Whew baby! That was the best ass fuck I ever had." "You said it was your first." "It was my first but it was still the best. It's three fifteen now. We better get moving." We showered and put on our make-up. I took the strap-on and put it back in the box and in the shopping bag. We went to eat at a nice restaurant. It was my treat, as I had promised. We had a nice conversation and I told her of my recent sexual adventures. She was enthralled with my experiences and vowed to have some of her own soon. When we arrived at the airport we drew many attentive looks from both men and women. After all we are two very attractive women. But I bet not a one who looked could have imagined the nasty, naughty, delightful things that we had done to each other just a few hours ago. We exchanged telephone numbers and managed to share a passionate good by kiss in a rest room stall. As I walked her to the gate her last words to me were. "Miss Betty, come meet me in Pennsylvania some time. Maybe we can get together and double team some young stud." "I would like that pretty girl. I would like that a lot." Oh, by the way, I kept the strap-on and I gave Anita the three hundred dollars as an additional going away present. Anita: A Week Of Awakenings Chapter 1 Some days are better than others. Today was NOT one of those days. Today, Friday, was so far, one of the worst I had had for a long time. A cunt of a day to be precise! I had had a fight with my new friend Bob (over nothing - my fault, not his, and I longed to talk to him to apologize), and I now found myself in a terrible traffic-jam, over an hour late for work. And it was only 8.45 in the morning! In the short time I had known Bob, I already liked him. We had talked a bit about our pasts, and I knew all about his marriage problems. I also knew about his love of the job, and how he had used it as an escape, not going home until he had to, or even coming in on his days off, to avoid being with her. I enjoyed being with him. Today's argument was a simple one - I was running late, and rang him to cover for me. "Yes," he said he would, "no problem, but he had to supervise an exam at 9.30". He could only cover my class for an hour! That's when the frustration of the morning got to me. His "But" was valid I knew that, so I had no right to call him every vile name I could think off. I was just venting my frustrations at the delays. I think he knew that though, because he didn't "bite" back. He just sighed, and hung up. I hate it when I am wrong! I would now have to think of some way to make it up to him. Mind you, making up to him would be a joy, if he was interested, lol. I just didn't like being seen to be so fucking immature! I hate driving to work. I fucking hate it, lol. A long, slow snake of cars, perpetually stopping. It never matters which road I take; they all grind to a halt eventually. But today, if possible, was even worse. I had been on the road for nearly 95 minutes, and had only traveled about 12 miles. I would normally drive that part of the distance in under 35 minutes - but not today. The radio was no use. The non-existent traffic reports were telling about some mythical roll over miles from here, not even bothering to report any delays on this side of town. I started teaching at the college several months ago. I had been teaching for several years but only recently moved to this town. At 28, I was young at heart, and sexually adventurous. I was bored sitting around home doing nothing. The opportunity came up for me to take this job, and here I was - teaching at a local college. Bob was also there, and we instantly hit it off. I didn't waste any time, and I told Bob that first afternoon we met that a) I didn't want to ever get married, b) I wouldn't say no to his cock, if he asked (which he hasn't, yet!), and c) he could have me anytime. After I helped him stand up, and took care of the large bump he now had on his head (there really wasn't too much blood, really!), he just looked at me and started to cry. Oh poor babe. I asked why the tears, and he then told me enough about his cunt of a wife for me to know he had been through hell for the past years. And here he was, being offered a plate of me - no strings, no conditions, no rules, no head-games, lol. It was too much for the poor man, and he literally fainted. He had still not accepted my proposition, but I was always hopeful. I craved seeing his smile every day, and always made sure we spent time together whenever possible. I admit, I loved the way he always gave me his total attention. He never stopped wanting to talk to me, or looking at my tits (38DD's have been known to do that to men, lol). He never tired of being so willing to please me. I never tired of his jokes. We both needed the freedom we permitted each other. He needed the trust to be himself, and I needed the trust of a true friend to be free with - sexually, naughtily free. However, we had still not had the time or opportunity to get together, alone, and sexually! The dammed traffic. Now it was 9.00 and still no closer to work. I was beginning to think I should just turn around and go home! The day was hot, and I was dressed professionally. A suit, a business style blouse and dammed underclothes. I hate wearing underclothes - preferring to never wear bras (or panties) for a more relaxed feeling - I only had them on because it was a work day. I was also wearing panty-hose (also work rules) and they were beginning to make my legs itch. This day was just getting worse. I could feel my nipples scratching against the fabric of the dammed bra, and my cunt was starting to itch too! [Yes, I have a cunt. It isn't a vagina, or a pussy. It's a cunt, and a fucking good one. Cunt it is so vulgar, yet so precise! I love that word. If the word cunt offends you, grow up, then fuck off!] Eventually, I saw the college ahead. Finally. Frustratingly, I was only 2 hours late - and a shit day was in the wind. 9.25 (damn, I felt even worse when I made it to class before Bob would leave, and I felt doubly sorry for chewing him out unnecessarily). I rushed to class, as he was packing his books. "Hi" I smiled my best smile. "Hi" he responded quietly. "They were good, reading chapter 7, as requested. No problems today, all here." He said, and left. Oh man, I was hurting. He was angry (as he had every right to be), and I was definitely the biggest cunt I knew. The morning dragged by as I finished the first class, then took a second, and it was lunch time before I could see him. "Hi Nita" he smiled at me. "How did that class go?" He seemed chirpy, which was good. "Hi H," I said back, smiling broadly. "Thanks, oh . . . and Bob," I said, as I pressed close to him, making sure my tits rubbed his arm, "I really am sorry I yelled this morning. I offer no excuses. Please forgive me. It was just a shitty drive." He looked at me, winked, and said, "It's ok. I knew you were stressed. I wasn't upset. No apologies needed. Honest" and he eased away from me, and started to leave the room. I raced after him, grabbed his arm, and whispered in his ear, "My cunt, or mouth?" and stared at him. Why not flirt? Flirting is a wonderful tool to break the ice. I was sincere, and naughty. I wanted him. And more importantly, I was genuine. I made the offer hoping he would accept. I was not teasing him. I did want him. He was cute to look at, strong, yet vulnerable. He looked me right in the eye, and smiled. "Both, or none" he said, then he winked and left the room. Oh wow, I was excited, and the day started to look much better. After lunch I was called into my supervisor's office. Bob was there too. I looked, paused, and then sat. "Nita, I need a favor from you," Sue said. "I know it's short notice, a last minute panic all round. I have already talked to Bob, and he understands the problem, and he has said yes, but I need your help too. I confess I had not thought about using you, but Bob recommended you." I looked at Bob, who was smiling quietly. This was sounding mysterious. "What help, Sue? If I can help you I will, you know that. Ask." She then explained that a major corporate client had recently set up a regional office and needed some on-site training. [We had been doing corporate training for several months as a way to increase our funds.] Would I be interested in travelling up to their regional office for a week? Next week? She asked. Sue also explained that Bob would be going too, and that together the two of us would be responsible for the total training of the new office. They, of course, had not given any notice of needing us, hence the panic. We were due there in two days time. Inwardly, I felt several things. This was going to be a bitch job - the two of us - one week - lots of work. But, I was also going to be with Bob, alone for the same week. But, I was also going to be fucking tired every night from the work load. Shit! I didn't think I would have a way out of this though, and gracefully accepted. It was agreed that we would fly up together the following Sunday, getting there in the early afternoon, pick up a rental car, settle into the hotel, rest and start at 8.00 Monday morning, fresh. Our equipment would be freighted up before we went - later today! We would be expected to spend a few hours late Sunday setting that up too. The rest of the day was spent organizing our trip. What a workload? Bob was very helpful, and we didn't have a lot of time to speak casually as we raced around. I did manage to thank him, and he just smiled and said nothing. Eventually all was packed, classes reorganized, tickets booked and we had just the hotel to finalize. I left it all to Sue to organize, and she got the lot done. Just in time, but with one hitch. She called us both to her office at 7.00 that night - what a way to spend a Friday night? Not! "Guys," she almost cried, "I managed to get everything arranged, but I hit one snag, and took a chance that you wouldn't mind." She said. Bob and I looked at each other, shrugged, and he asked "What problem?" "I could only get one room for the two of you. It has two king-size beds in the bedroom, and a separate living room, but I couldn't get separate bedrooms. Oh I am so sorry." She said. "I know I can't demand you two to share a room, and I am at my wits end to find a solution. I was hoping you might . . . well, . . . I hoped the two of you could understand my plight? I can't resolve this problem without your help." I looked at Bob, then said to Sue, "Sue, we are both adults, and we are also friends, and professionals. I have no problem, if Bob doesn't." Bob looked white. I don't know what was going on in his mind, and I wasn't about to push him for an answer. He thought for a moment, paused and turned to Sue and said, "Sure, Sue. I don't think there will be any problem, As long as no one else needs to know . . . please?" Sue replied, "Bob, if you aren't comfortable, I can ask another staff member to go. I don't want you to have to compromise yourself, no one does. I can't force this onto you, and I am not sure this is even a good idea. But I am out of other ideas." I looked at Bob, and asked him outright, "Would you have a problem with us sharing a room?" He looked thoughtful, blushed a little, then turned to us both. "I usually don't admit my personal problems to anyone, and I don't want to now, but my wife could never know, please. I can tell a good lie to hide the fact, but if this ever slipped out . . . I would be . . . well, lets just say, as long as it is a secret . . . I think I can cope." He also said he didn't plan on telling anyone, and asked if we did. Everyone was in agreement not to tell, and we were going to go off together, with our boss knowing! I gave Bob my phone number and address. Bob agreed to pick me up on Sunday morning, and we could then go to the airport together. I never got a chance to talk to him before he left for he day. I knew he had a bad wife, and I wanted to pull him aside and ask him what his wife would say? Sunday arrived soon enough, I had made arrangements for my little dog to be looked after for a week (Sue to the rescue there too), and promptly at 8.00 Bob arrived to take us away. He was quiet on the drive, and I didn't push him. We checked our bags in, sat for a coffee, and still he said little more than casual pleasantries. I didn't want to push him, though. I knew him well enough now to know he had things on his mind, and I didn't think I should intrude further. Finally, we heard our boarding call, and we both got our bags, passed through the check-in counter, made our way down the ramp, and got to our seats. At the precise moment Bob sat, he let out a huge sigh. And seemed to settle his whole body. "Nita," he turned to me. "Sorry, but I was shit scared that bitch I am married to would either come to the airport, follow me here, to see me off. I had a huge argument on Friday night when I told her I had to go away." "Oh, Bob," I said compassionately, as I took his hand. "Are you ok, please. Did she hit the roof when you told her I was coming?" He laughed; the sort of sad nervous laugh you sometimes hear. "Nita, I would have had my cock cut off if she even sniffed you were coming, or any other woman. I lied to her and told her I was going alone and told her I was not able to say no. I feel so weak and ashamed," and he started to cry quietly. I took his hand and stroked it gently, holding him close to me (as close as fucking airline seats permit), making sure my tits touched him. Fairly quickly we took off, and the attendant was soon offering drinks. The flight was only an hour, so there was no meal service, but drinks were offered. Bob immediately ordered two double-scotches, and downed them without breathing. I ordered a wine, and Bob ordered another double double. Slowly, he started to calm down, and relax. And we soon arrived. The weather was a few degrees warmer and I knew this would be the case, so I had dressed comfortably. A loose T-shirt and shorts (yes, no cunt sweating panties, or tit groping bra, lol). Bob was more conservatively dressed, jeans and shirt. He got our luggage, got a cart, and we soon had our rental car. The drive to the resort was only about 10 miles, and all in all we were making good time. The directions from the rental agency were precise, and the roads were still quiet. By noon, we had arrived at the resort. The book-in clerk didn't blink when we asked for our room, accepting Bob's name on the registration form, without even asking who I was. Bob carried our bags up to the room and we were finally able to kick back and relax. Bob needed to relax more than I – not just from the weather, although the weather was getting very hot, even with the air conditioning in the car – but from the stress of the morning too, and he had developed a sweat. I suggested he have a quick shower and I would put the bags away. He headed to the bathroom. I heard the door shut, but he didn't click the lock. I had already told Bob I never unpacked my cases, preferring to hang up my dresses and just retrieving anything else direct from the case. He said he hung his pants and shirts but did likewise with everything else. While he showered I got his shirts and pants stowed on hangers in the closet, along with my dresses, and then I positioned our bags against the wall in the bedroom. I knew I was relaxed about the next 5 nights, but was Bob? I decided to test the waters by stripping and walking around naked. As he was coming out of the bathroom, freshly dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, I hd already stripped off naked, and was now laying back on the bed. I am proud of my body. Not skinny, a little cuddly (fuck, nice and cuddly in fact, just the way I like me, lol), and nice big round tits – 38DD's (oops, I mentioned my tit size already, lol). I also had been shaving my cunt for years, but had grown lazy lately. I now sported a thick shag of hair between my legs. I admit I though it looked sexy, and was willing to let it grow, for now. I especially liked the way my cunt lips peaked out from amongst the thick growth, hinting at more. Bob stopped dead in his tracks and stared – my milk-white body, round mounds, and dark fuzz stared defiantly back. He just stood and stared, open mouthed. No words were exchanged. In my best slut fashion, I parted my legs further, so that my cunt lips were now exposed, and open, and smiled. I also started stroking my tits, and pulling my nipples. I hadn't planned to be so slutty and seduce him immediately, but I always was spontaneous, lol. Bob blushed a bright red, turned and ran back to the bathroom. I heard the door shut, and this time the lock clicked. Oh shit. I grabbed my clothes, dressed, and ran to the door. I listened and heard him sobbing. I knocked gently and asked if he was ok. "Bob, are you ok please?" I asked as I knocked a second time. "Bob, I am sorry if I offended you. Please let me in, or you come out. Let's just talk, please. I am not angry." After several minutes of silence, apart from the water running, he slowly opened the door. "Nita," he said, quietly. "I am sorry. Please don't apologize. I sorta hoped we would be intimate, but was also fearing it more and more. I also sorta thought we might not get physical till tonight, or later, and was getting up the courage to talk to you before tonight." "Why, Bob? What's wrong? Is it me?" I wasn't angry, but I knew he wanted me – hell, every fiber in his body demonstrated that to me. What was wrong? "Nita," he stuttered, "I am . . . I . . . oh fuck, I . . . look, I have trouble with sex, ok?" and he just sagged down onto the bed, defeated. I sat next to him, careful not to encroach on his personal space, and asked him gently to talk to me. I told him I was here to listen to his problems, and hopefully I could help, if he wanted me too. I took his hand and slowly, gently held it, as he started to tell me about his wife. "Nita," he started slowly, "I have been married for many years now, but I am . . . well, I have . . . look don't laugh please, but in all those years, I haven't . . . well, I am . . . I was . . . still technically a virgin for the first 8 years of my marriage! And, in all the years I have been married – over 20 – I have only cum several times " He went on to explain that his wife was a tyrant who used sex as a weapon. She had been loose before they married, oral sex and fondling being more than permitted, they were almost demanded by her. But she wanted to be a virgin bride! Before he married he would eat her out daily, and finger fuck her at any time. She always begged for more, except fucking, but after marriage she claimed he hurt her with his cock. He said that no matter how often he tried, how gentle, or how caring he was, she never changed in her condemnation of him. Oh sure, he said, he flirted with the best of them – heck, he wasn't about to let anyone at work know his "small problem" – but today was different. He didn't have the confidence to do anything, and felt fear at the thought. He went on to say that he had tried to fuck his wife often, always with the same disastrous results. She would scream and yell at him for hurting her. "How," he cried" Could I hurt her with my puny 6 inch cock, when I used to finger fuck her cunt with three fingers as she thrashed and bucked and pushed her cunt into my hand?" I gently laid his head on my breast and soothingly calmed him. He lay there doing nothing, saying nothing, breathing quietly. "Nita," he quietly said, after several minutes. "I am now totally scared of sexual contact. I wouldn't even know what to do first, even if I could do anything, if I had the courage to even try. I feel so stupid, and weak. Sorry, I never used to be like this. When I was younger – even a few years ago, I did it all, but I am now so scared – I don't even get an erection anymore! My wife has made me so scared." I didn't really know what to say. I wanted to comfort him, and yet I didn't want to force myself on him. I didn't even know if my insatiable sex drive would be too much for him to cope with. "Nita, I love sex," he said. "Or I used to. But I am just so worried." He then went on to explain about his wife. The torture she endured on him. How he couldn't please her, how even if he didn't try to have sex, she would still complain. He said he was dammed if he did, and dammed if he didn't. He went on to say that all he managed to do now was jerk off – in shame. I decided it would be better if we got on with the work we had to do, and maybe we could return to this later. I wanted him, but I wasn't about to upset, or scare him. "Come on, old buddy," I said casually, "Lets get this work crap out of the way, then have a nice drink or four, and a quiet evening. Then we'll worry about you." I looked at him, and said, "Bob, please relax. We can fix this. I am willing to try, if you are. Later, maybe?" The rest of the afternoon was a haze. We got our directions to the offices of our client. Arrived, and the security guard let us in. Our equipment was there and we unpacked set up the training room, and got everything ready. It was a bitch of a day though. The dammed air conditioning was not on, and we were both sweating like pigs. I cursed Bob many times because he had slipped his T-shirt off and I couldn't. (Well, I could have, but the guard kept coming by to check on us, and I had no bra on – I wonder what he would think of my 38DD's swinging loose? Heck, what would Bob think lol?). I was sweating below my tits, sweating down the crack of my ass, and, my cunt was sopping wet too. We finally finished and made it back into the car for the 15 minutes back to the resort. We were both exhausted, and we were both drenched in sweat. Anita: A Week Of Awakenings When we got back to the hotel, Bob gracefully asked me if I wanted to shower first, and I gratefully accepted. Ten minutes, and a cool nightgown later, I finally felt clean, and cool. I said I would order some dinner for us while he showered, and he was gone. The bathroom was large, and had a marble façade. Sitting in the center of the bathroom was a large two person hot tub, and I was momentarily considering offering we both share the tub, but remember our earlier conversations. If we were going to use the tub, let it be later in the week, if the opportunity (and Bob's cock, lol) arose. Yes, I am slutty sometimes, don't you just love me? I do, lol. But I resolved to do two things tonight – one was to (try to) behave myself (it would be hard, lol – I do love to flash my cunt, but I was determined), and the second was to encourage Bob to be himself. I chose to wear a thin, but not too revealing, black silk nightgown (a full body, but with a lacy bodice, my nipples rubbing against the fine transparent lace, and yes, no panties) and had already shared this thought with Bob in the car. (Well partly, I forgot to tell Bob about the no panties, or the see through bodice, mmm.) He said ok, and actually smiled. He said he probably would slip on a pair of silk boxers, would I mind? So there we were, he in the cutest boxers, and me in my black silkie. He didn't blink twice when he saw my tits through the lace, lol. We were waiting for our dinner – I had ordered something light – a cheese platter, and two bottles of wine – and Bob was sipping a cold beer from the bar. Sue had already told us that as long as we didn't order the $100 top shelf wines, there wouldn't be a problem with any of the bill, drinks included. I chose an orange juice, partly to replenish some of my fluids, partly to wait for the wine. As we sat there, Bob selected some soft music from the TV service, and he closed the blinds to create a cool soothing atmosphere. He turned on one small lamp, and the ambience was soothing. He sat opposite me, and we were making small talk waiting for the room service. There was nothing like now to get him to open up to me. Why wait? "Bob" I started, "What could I do to make you more relaxed?" I hoped I could encourage him to talk some more, and not feel pressured. "I am here to listen to you, and help in any way if I can." He said, simply "Nita, I have been in a mess at home for years. The best I could offer you, or anyone, is to jerk off for you. I am scared of being held tightly, and scared of being trapped. I . . . oh fuck." "Hon," I replied, "There is nothing wrong with masturbating. I do it all the time. It can be healthy, and fun. Talk to me – tell me anything you want to. Tell me all, please" "Are you sure? Can I tell you all? Would you let me? I have need to talk for a long, long time, but been too scared to, in case someone laughed at me." "Bob, I listen good, and sometimes even give good advice. We are here together for 5 nights. Tell me all, yes. I will listen and help too. And, I will not laugh at you." I know it's healthy and fun, usually," he said, softly, "But it's all I can do. I can stand over you, look at your cunt, and get hard, and pull my cock. But if you touch me I feel like a 1,000 needles are stabbing in at me. I feel like I can't breath. I shudder . . . waiting for the abuse to start . . . I cringe and feel like I am going to have a heart attack. It doesn't matter who I'm with. It started bout three years ago. I used to be a sex demon before, lol, can you believe that?" He slumped back. At that, the door bell rang. Food. I was starving, but only wanted a light snack, and Bob agreed. And we spend the next twenty minutes eating some soft cheeses and drinking the first bottle of wine. Conversation waned while the food was consumed. We reverted back to small talk, and just sat there enjoying the quiet of the end of the day. "Bob," I said, finally, after I wiped any loose crumbs away. "I have an idea." "What?" he asked suspiciously. "Why don't we undress, and sit naked? No touching. No demands. You can look at me, and I can look at you. I won't pressure you into anything, and you can do whatever you feel like. Please?" "Why, Nita?" he asked, slightly confused. "I will probably get a hard on, and pull my cock in front of you, then feel ashamed. Is that what you want me to do? Get more upset? I don't think so." "Bob," I said calmly, "Yes, pull that cock of yours. Cum all over me if you like. Shoot your load into the floor, cum on the drapes. Anywhere! Fuck, do it. Pull it twice, or more. Hell, I might stroke my cunt too. Bu not to shame you. Fuck, I won't be ashamed or embarrassed. I only want to show you trust. I want you to know I ain't that cunt you married. And yes, I am willing to do that for you, before you ask, because I care for you so much." At that, I stood and disrobed. Letting the black silkie slip to the floor. I stood there naked. I sat back down, put one leg up on the arm of the chair, and opened my legs. "Bob," I said, "come over here and stand in front of me. I won't touch you. Take your shorts off. Let your cock grow if you want to. Look at my cunt and enjoy yourself." "Oh, Nita, I can't do that." He said. "Why hurt me like that. I will only be ashamed. Please." "Bob, my cunt is there for you to look at, and touch if you want. Open it, play with it, even. I won't touch you, and I will not laugh or be ashamed, and I definitely won't think you are shameful. I am offering you a chance to undo the torment with no pressure. Take it." "I can't. I can't" "You can, and I think you want to. I am offering you an open look, and an open book. Let's put the demons behind you. Do it." He stood, and slowly dropped his shorts. His cock was still small, but cute looking. He had shaved his cock too, mmm. His cock was uncircumcised, and of moderate length. As he walked towards me, his cock started to spring into life, and the first thing I noticed was the foreskin retract, to reveal his purple knob. By the time he reached me his cock was nearly erect, pulsing blood flowed through his cock, and he was hard within minutes. "Bob," I said, seductively, "Look at my cunt, and it is a cunt Bob. It isn't a vagina, you aren't my doctor. I want that cock of yours to know I have a sex organ, a cunt, for your pleasure. Take it." He stood in front of me, inches away, and took his six inch cock in his right hand. Slowly, he started to rub and pull. As he pulled I watched his foreskin move back and forward over his cock knob. He started to pull harder, and his cock seemed to get stiffer. "Go on, Bob." I said. "Take control. My cunt wants that seed. You can blow anytime. You can cum in my cunt, or on my cunt, or on my tits. Anywhere you want to. Do you want me to open my mouth? Do you want to shoot that load into my open mouth? I can open my mouth and let you shoot without my lips touching you, if you want me to?" He was pulling hard now, and I knew it wouldn't be long until he came. Would he be strong and try for my mouth? Would he opt out for my tits? I didn't care. I knew more and more that I wanted him, and I wanted to help him too. "Oh Nita," he strained to speak, "I want to cum so much. Please don't laugh at me." He said still pounding his meat hard. "Bob, I will never laugh at you. I want that seed in my hole, any one of my holes. I want you to cum, NOW!" At that, he shot his load of sticky white cum, straight at my face. I was quick, and got a lot of it in my mouth, but some dribbled onto my chin. I reached a finger up, and using my finger, licked the rest up. I made a show of licking up, and swallowing all of his cum. Bob sagged onto his knees, and cried. I resisted the temptation to reach for him. I understood his torment, and knew I might cause him to jump if I reached for him now. I sat there, cunt still open in invite, and said, "Bob, that was great. I don't know about you, but if you do that to me every night, I won't complain. Look up at me, please." I knew my cunt was at his eye level. He raised his eyes to me, and looked straight into my cunt. "Oh Nita," he whispered, "I feel so inferior, so ashamed." I parted my cunt lips with my fingers. "Look, Bob, look at my cunt." I said, as I inserted a finger deep into my fuck hole, then sucked my cunt juices from the finger. "I finger my cunt every day. I suck that juice every day too. I love it, and never feel ashamed. Ever!" His eyes followed my finger. "Bob, I want you to know you can jerk off anytime. You can wake in the middle of the night and pull your cock. You can walk in on me in the shower and I will open my mouth for you. I will finger my cunt for you. I want you to be you." At that he stood, and went back to his seat. He didn't dress, and neither did I. In fact, as he sat, I made sure he could see me completely, and I started to finger my hot wet cunt. I wanted him to see me fuck myself. "Bob, in a few days I know you will trust me, and you too. Let's spend this time together to get you sorted. Yes?" I knew he only needed some tender loving care, rather than abuse, and in no time he would be filling my holes with his throbbing cock. I wanted him to trust me. Fully, and completely. I arched back and finger fucked my cunt in his view. I wanted his eyes to see ME jerk off, and for him to know it was ok to do it, and more importantly, I want him to know I felt no shame, no shame for me, or for him. I plunged one, then two fingers deep into my hole, feeling my whole body tremble as I kept up the assault. I was wet, I was on fire, and I was insatiable. I watched him as I finger fucked my hot cunt. His eyes never left my hand. He kept looking, but never spoke. I was beyond care, and so happy for this freedom. I now pushed three fingers into my sopping hole and kept up the rhythm. Faster, still I plunged. I felt my body tighten, I felt my snatch push against my fingers, then I shuddered into a frenzied orgasm. My hot cunt screaming in pleasure at the attack I had given it. The waves and ripples of orgasm kept coming and I kept finger fucking my velvet cunt. I felt my clitoris bursting at my touch. I went on and on – in and out, feeling a second orgasm built on top of the first. Still I didn't stop. Sheer electricity now flowed through my body. My tits screamed, and still I didn't stop, or couldn't stop, now. I wanted to explode in delirium. I knew I could actually "ejaculate" a liquid, as strong as any mans, if I kept masturbating long enough. This only occurred occasionally, but tonight I was determined to keep going until I shot my own load for Bob to see. It took a lot of effort, and concentration, and usually a strong encouragement (Bob watching was more than enough encouragement, lol), but it was possible for me to shoot a load, too. This ejaculation was usually large – as much as half a cup, of fuck knows what, but it would gush out of my cunt up to 12 inches and soak me completely. It never tasted any different to my normal cunt juices, but it only occurred when I was totally, sexually free. Like tonight. Tonight was not going to be a disappointment. I felt it rise, I felt my own cum come, lol. I shot my own cum high above my cunt, and Bob just sat and stared. I couldn't move. My whole body was in a spasm, but my heart was happy, and so was I. The intensity of the orgasm always left me weak, and tonight was no different. Eventually I managed to sit up and I looked at Bob. He hadn't moved or spoken. His cock was hard but he wasn't stroking it. He was almost in a daze. "Wow, Nita. That was awesome," he smiled broadly. "I never knew women could cum – wow, that was . . . oh man, what a sight. Thank you." I needed to clean myself up and slipped off to the bathroom. When I returned Bob was drinking another beer, still naked, but his cock had gone down. I was happy to sit around naked, and let him learn to relax with me. I was also still naked, and had decided we would be naked all week, whenever we were alone. I wanted him to watch my tits jiggle, and I wanted him to sneak peaks at my cunt. Hell, I wanted him to stroke that cock anytime, and my mouth was gonna be there for it. "Gee, Nita," he said, "what the fuck was all that? I couldn't believe it." "Bob, I honestly don't know." I said, as I stroked my tit, "but I do know it is a great feeling. It doesn't happen often, though. I have tried to get that sort of orgasm regularly, but it seems to only happen when I am totally relaxed. Like I am sitting here with you. Naked." "What?" he said, surprised. "You're relaxed sitting here with me? Even after I jerked off all over you? Nita, you are something special. My shit wife wouldn't have even waited for my cock to get hard, without her screeching at how perverted I was." "Bob, I am not your cunt of a wife." I said, "but, I would like to be YOUR cunt, lol" I laughed. "You can even call me your cunt if you like to, I think it's sexy, lol. I want you to use my body and treat me as your sex toy. Be as perverted as your evil thoughts permit. I will be equally perverted back. We will be perverted all week. Anything you want to do, and I mean ANYTHING, we will do. I can be extreme, and I will fulfil any dream you have." "Anything?" "Yes. No rules. No excuses. I never say no. I do anything sexual you could ever think off. All you have to do is ask, and I will do it all. I have done it all, and would love to do it with you. I would love to teach you what I have learned. Have you ever had any fantasies?" "Sure," he said, "I have had lot's. I have never acted them out though, lol" "Well, I will do anything, with you, to you, by you, that you ever dreamed in your wildest fantasies. Do you want that?" "Fuck, yes. Anything?" "Yes, anything, lol. All you have to do is suggest, and I'll do it. What have you fantasized about?" He started to blush. "I have had lots of dreams and fantasies, lol. I don't think you could do them to me, lol" he nervously laughed. "One I do like is to play with my own nipples. I pull them and twist them while I pull my cock." I called him over. "Come here please. My tit is jealous of the action my cunt got. Suck it for me." He stood, and walked over. "Nita, if I suck that tit, the other is gonna get jealous. We can't have that. I have to suck them both, I think, yes?" and he leant forward to take one tit in his mouth as his hand reached for the other. "Bob, jerk off if you like. I want you to feel free. Jerk off and I will mouth fuck your cock seed. Use my mouth as a cunt." He had already gotten hard as he sucked and was soon jerking his tool again. "I want to watch you pull your tits for me too, if you like." "Nita, would you suck my tits please." He asked softly. "Are you sure, Bob? I don't want to get too close till you are relaxed." "I want you to try please," he said, and I reached up and started pulling his nipples. "I love my tits getting worked on, and my wife used to do that for me. Fuck it was she who started doing it to me. I never knew about anything like that, until she did it. Then one day she stopped. She just refused to do it anymore. Like she had teased me awake, then punished me. Suck them, pull them, twist them, hurt them please. I love it all. I love tit sex." I pulled vigorously on his tits, and he sighed. "Aahhh, don't stop, please my cunt" he said. I pulled harder, twisting his tits as I pulled. "If you call me your cunt, my little cocksucker, I will have to be dominant to you. Is that your wish? Is it, cocksucker? You will do as I command, as your Mistress Cunt commands, no questions asked, under fear of punishment?" "Yes Mistress Cunt, oh yes please" he said as I tugged sharply on his tits. "Ok, cocksucker. It is time for your first lesson." I barked at him. "Look at me." I sat forward and took his face in my hands. "Starting now, no clothes anywhere we are alone. Starting now, if you need to piss, the door stays open. Starting now, if I ask you too, you will do anything I ask without hesitation. Do you agree?" "Yes Nita . . . oh, sorry . . . Mistress Cunt, yes I agree." "And Bob, if I ask, I don't ask twice. Punishment will be severe. I also ask extreme things too. This is your one chance to undo your wish. Stop now, or begin your journey to hell. I earned the title Mistress Cunt and I'll be fucked if I will relinquish it easily." Chapter 2 He walked over to me, and took my hand. "Nita," he started, as he sat at my feet. "I want what you are offering so much, but I also know my limits. I want to tell you a story please. It might help you understand my problems, and maybe, if you are willing, you can help me. May I intrude?" "Sure, Bob. I want you to tell me anything. I care very much for you, and I want you to trust me completely I hope I can help you, and . . . I promise not to laugh at you." I added, honestly. "Phew," he said, "I wasn't sure if you wanted to hear my story, or not, and I never like to bother anyone, but I do think you could help me. I don't want to burden you though. Maybe it might be best to let it go, huh?" "Tell me, Bob, tell me, please. I will listen and I will help you." "My life is a fuck up. I'm 45 years old, and my life is a total fuck up." he started bluntly. "Oh, don't feel sorry for me. I made my bed, and I am prepared to lie in it, but some times I don't cope well. I never seek pity or help, I just make the most of it. You, know," he stared into space, "I know how bad my life is, and yet, I accept it, too. I know I told you some of this earlier, but may I tell it all, fully, now, please?" Over the next three hours he talked at length about his problems, his past and his dreams. I sat quietly, not interjecting, listening encouragingly. He got distracted a few times, and talked about many different topics, but always returned to the story at hand. We laughed a little as he talked, and yes, we cried too. He had several beers as he talked, and I drank the second bottle of wine. Quiet music played in the background, and it was a relief to hear his full story finally. I had known, from little things he had hinted, that all was not well at home, and I was proud he trusted me enough to share this story. He described how his wife had manipulated, and abused him for years. He told me about some of his earlier life, how free and fun he used to be. But since meeting his wife he had become more and more depressed. He spoke quietly, almost like reciting a monologue, and I sat silently listening. He had been a healthy, sexual adventurous kid, having many girlfriends, but he admitted that in Australia, in the early 70's sex was not discussed, or even known about, as it is these days. He laughed quietly, but was earnest in admitting that he didn't even know what masturbation was, let alone how to do it, until he was 16. He confided that his (future) wife taught him. She taught him much more too, apparently. He admitted he had had several girlfriends before her, and it was always only touching and feeling, until her. Even oral sex was unknown in Australia. [It seems that Australia in those days didn't have the media exposure we all take for granted now, and kids only learned (slowly) from each other.] His sex drive was normal for a kid (well, maybe a bit high, lol) and he was keen and eager to explore any sexuality offered. His future wife was initially far more experienced and, as she was two years older, she took control of sex quickly. She had had an older boyfriend (who was 21 to her 17), prior to Bob, and it was that boyfriend who had taught her well. Her only demand to Bob, which he accepted, was that she remain a "virgin" until marriage. Bob acquiesced to her request, especially as she offered her body to him for any other pleasures. She taught him about masturbation, initially how to masturbate himself, then how to do her. She taught him about oral sex, and performed it on him regularly (although she never swallowed, lol). He also learned (from her) about her oral needs, and she willingly opened her legs at any time, anywhere. He learned how to tit fuck her generous tits, and how to finger her wet, and hairy cunt. It was during this time that she used to play with his nipples, and he played with hers. Both of them experiencing intense joy from tit action. She never complained, she never refused him, and at 18 to his 16, she was definitely the dominant one in the partnership, sexually. Anita: A Week Of Awakenings He further told me that he had no reason to worry. Hell, she was more sexual than he, and they used to do it everyday they could. Sure, he admitted, there were times when wondered why she was so sexual, and still refused to fuck, but those times were few and far apart. He also mentioned that he had the occasional flirt on the side, and life was looking good as a teenager. On more than one occasion his (future) wife's friends had invited them over, and while no couple swapping had occurred, these friends regularly stripped off and everyone sat around naked. Bob knew David was interested in his wife, because of her large tits, and he thought Jenny was keen too, but his wife never accepted the casual offers. His wife did however, flirt heavily with David, and on one occasion Bob sat and watched as David fingered his wife's cunt with his thumb, and she sat defiantly looking at Bob with a smile on her face. They were playing cards and were all naked sitting on the floor, when she dropped a card between her legs. She asked David to get the card, and as he picked up the card, he put his thumb up into her cunt, and fingered her. She sat there smiling, and then redropped the card, asking he again retrieve it, which he willingly did. But, his (future) wife started changing a few months before they married. He said he couldn't put his finger on when, and how, the changes occurred, but he was very aware of her change the week before the wedding. They had bought a house several months earlier, and had then decided to marry. The week before the wedding she announced that they should "practice" fucking - it was close enough to the wedding now - she said! He admitted to me, without hesitation, or shame, that he was less than gentle that first time. Not that he was rough, or abusive, but the excitement of finally doing it got his blood up, and he was poking and pushing furtively, lol. And, she was no help. She didn't try to encourage, or seduce. She didn't try to guide his cock, or even try to position herself properly - she abused his failings, and then blamed him. Right from that first time, she was critical of his performance. He said that the next might she told him "to try again, and this time don't hurt me". Yes, he hurt her (so she said). No matter how gentle he was, it wasn't good enough. The third night he tried yet again, and was even gentler than before. Still she claimed he was hopeless. Her retort to him was basically, "look, you're the one that wants to do this, I couldn't care less, I don't even know what all the fuss is all about, I couldn't care less if we never fuck, and you expect me to put up with your uselessness? I don't think so! Just grow up! God, your sick! You pervert! I haven't got a problem, you're the one with the problem!" Before the wedding had even taken place she had established a new and damaging rule. We paused while he went to the bathroom, and I sat there in stunned silence. I didn't know what to say to him, and I was now beginning to understand some if his fears. When he returned, he smiled softly, and quietly asked me if I wanted to hear more. He said he didn't want to just keep going if I didn't want to hear it "Bob," I answered, truthfully. "Hon, I may not be an expert, but I think just you talking about this to someone, finally, might be a good thing, for you. I would be honored if you tell me more, please." He settled back at my feet, and no, this time I wasn't being slutty, but I parted my legs so that my cunt was again in full view. This time I did it to show him trust. I wanted to show him I was totally trusting him, and by opening my legs I was demonstrating I had nothing to hide. He resumed his story. He admitted that he was confused, hurt and totally bewildered. He said that prior to their marriage, his wife was very sexual, often, and at times aggressive in her demands. He told me how she would demand he finger her wet cunt as he licked her out. He was nearly in tears as he explained how he would often put one, two, and even three fingers into her cunt as she pushed her hips down to embrace his fingers. She did this regularly, he said, adding that he was literally fisting her and she was demanding more, and now she said his 6 inch cock "hurt her"??? From then, he said, his marriage just went further down hill. Initially, she would abuse him if he tried to fuck her, so he stopped trying, then she would abuse him if he didn't try! He was totally hurting by then, he said. Masturbation was his only relief, and he sought that relief discreetly. He was frightened to go to bed, not knowing whether his wife would demand sex, and abuse him, or refuse sex and then abuse him. She also started to play mind games. Coming up with chores he had to perform in order to be granted sex. "Her majesty" (my sarcasm) would issue orders for him to carry out, but the closer the deadline appeared, the more ridiculous the demands would get. He said it was humiliating to think that he would have to "behave" for a total week, only to have his hopes dashed at the last minute because he forgot some small mundane matter, that she usually didn't even mention. He continued by adding that on the infrequent times he did do all of the chores she would only consent to permitting him to masturbate, as she pulled his tits sadistically. And, he was never allowed to cum on her, or near her. He was further humiliated by her abusing him for being "weak" and a "wanker" [Aust. Term for masturbation]. She spat her insults to him with a venom unmatched by any thing he could describe. Life at home was hell, he said, and he knew no way out. In desperation, he consulted some friends at work, finally. He said his family was no help as they didn't want to know, and in desperation he turned to two work friends for some help. But the "help" didn't help, it further hurt him. The first person he talked to was Sue, a BBW, but sexy lady. She was sympathetic and wanted to help him. Her help was to suck his cock, and then fuck him silly one night after the Christmas party. He loved it, he said, but it didn't really help. All it did was reinforce the fact that his wife was the problem. He knew he was never the problem, and everything he did with Sue was what he would do with the wife, anyway. Sue loved his care and gentle attention, his wife didn't! Not only was Sue a willing sex partner, but she came back for more, and he started a three month affair with her. He only stopped fucking Sue because life at home was so bad, he couldn't cope with Sue's caring ways, when he returned to home to his wife and her abuses. His next foray into sexual freedom was different, and a bit extreme. He had a brief homosexual affair with a second work friend. Why? He asked, and then answered, because he was curious, and because he was so lonely for sexual comfort that a small matter of gender wasn't going to be a hindrance to his needs. His name was Travis, and they only did oral, but in fact, only Bob sucked Travis. Travis refused to suck Bob because Bob had an uncircumcised cock. That added Bob, was a further worry, and the beginning of a new hang-up. Did all people dislike uncircumcised cock? I asked him if he enjoyed cock sucking, and he answered, "Yes. Why not? It was a different type of sex, and I had been curious since I was a kid, so why not? I did like the way his cock grew from small to large as I sucked and licked it. And he was big, lol" he ended. I admired his honesty, and I confess, I found the thought of watching two men suck each other's cocks very stimulating, but I didn't say anything to Bob just then, but my mind did start to form a thought for later on, lol. Bob did admit that Travis had not cum in his mouth, but that they had planned another session, which never occurred. All in all, he said, he sucked Travis twice. The first was in a bathroom at work, when Bob watched Travis piss, then took Travis's cock into his mouth after the piss finished. He had sucked for several minutes but was worried about getting caught, so stopped. The second, and last time, was after Bob, his wife and Travis had gone for a swim in Bob's backyard pool. He went on to say that that was one of those nights his wife was particularly polite and nice, but with a barbed edge. She had asked Travis over for dinner and then suggested they go for a swim after. Travis had said he hadn't brought any swim suit, and his wife casually said that "nude was fine, but don't expect Bob to drop his shorts - he is too shy," she added. So Bob was embarrassed into stripping and the two guys were soon naked as the wife sat dressed, watching Travis's cock grow. Travis had a large cock - over 8 inches, cut, and shaved. His wife was not bashful in looking straight at Travis, who had become semi-erect and was proudly displaying his cock. After they swam, Travis sat in the family room, still naked, still semi-erect and the wife then said she was off to bed. Bob said he waited about ten minutes then walked over, knelt and took Travis's cock into his mouth. No words were exchanged, and Travis became fully erect. But he hadn't cum, although he did ask to fuck Bob, or for Bob to fuck him. Bob declined both, due to his wife being so close. So within three months Bob had seen life as it could be, and yet still returned to the hell his life was. He then admitted that rather than become sexually free, he retreated into his marriage, allowing his wife more domination, and control. "Why?" I asked with concern. Because, he answered, he didn't want to hurt her. He continued by saying that he took his marriage vows seriously, and at that age (23) was determined not to fail. He added that looking back with hindsight, it was also clear (now) that his family probably expected him to fail and he was determined not to give them that satisfaction. Here he went off on one of his many digressions and told how his family, who were from a simple working class background constantly made fun of Bob (especially his father) because he wasn't good with manual tasks, and was always making mistakes. His father (in disgust) told Bob one day close to his 15th birthday that the only hope for Bob was teaching, because he was useless with his hands. Bob admitted he had had self-esteem problems for some time. He paused, drank a cold ale, paused again, then slowly continued. After about six years he knew his marriage was a mess, and that his dignity was under threat. Finally, after a disastrous vacation overseas, he finally left his wife. He walked out one morning, after a bad argument the night before. He had told his wife he was leaving in the morning. And in the morning he did . . . but . . . during the night his wife had risen, dead-locked the front door, and hidden the key. In the morning, short of violence, he lost the last of his dignity, and self-esteem, by walking out the back door . . . to freedom. He started to cry, and pretty soon, the tears flowed from both of us, and I lowered my lips to his and kissed him, gently, softly. He hugged me strongly, and we sat holding each other for several minutes. Both naked, both totally relaxed with each other, and both crying. I kissed his face again, and this time he kissed back. Soft kisses, but passionate too. "Bob," I said gently, "you don't have to say anymore, please, don't. I understand." "Nita, it's better to just get it finished please." He replied. "I have gone this far, the most of the hurt is behind me now." He continued. His freedom was short lived. Within six weeks his wife was begging him to return to her. He had gone to stay with his mother, and she offered no sympathy, in fact telling him to grow up, and go back to his wife. His mother also asked him if there was anyone else he was seeing, and when he said no, she pressed him further. No, he insisted, and still she persisted. Finally, she outright asked him if he was gay!! No, he exclaimed, shocked. "Ok", she said, "it was just your father and I always thought you were a bit effeminate!" What a slap in the face! He told me he returned to his wife, after she promised she would change, and after she admitted totally, that she was in error. Life, he said, was great for about six to ten weeks but slowly she returned back to her old self. Initially, she willingly, eagerly sucked his cock, and even swallowed. She welcomed his mouth back to her hairy cunt, and willingly started shaving her cunt for his pleasure. She took his cock in her cunt nightly, and bucked wildly, even riding on top. In fact, he said, he finally orgasmed in her cunt for the first time since they were married! But he had made her a promise. He had promised her that he would never leave her again, and he further promised that he would care for her, and look after her. She had begged him to promise these things and, he admitted, he had. Not long after he returned, things returned to normal - her normal, he said. And it was all back to the same as before. The torment, the pain, the humiliation. However, this time he had even less control (if he ever had any previous control, he wondered?). The change occurred, surely and immediately. He gave up. Now, he was stuck, and felt obligated to stay. He was in a loveless marriage, sex had returned to being a nightmare. He was suicidal! Yet he was committed to be there. He said it was more than just a promise, he felt that he was honor-bound. And, now he was seeing images on the internet, and he admitted, he liked what he saw, loved it all, and was intrigued and wanted to do it all. NOW. Nothing shocked or offended him, and the more he saw, the more he wanted. He wanted sexual freedom and wanted it now. But she had dragged him back to hell. "Nita," he said, "the truth is I will stay in that loveless hell of a marriage, but I want my cock to explode into any hole. I want to touch and taste and feel every sexual need I have. But, I can't do it. Every time I try, I get nervous, and think I am going to have a heart attack. It isn't guilt, fuck that cunt whore wife of mine. It is more than that. It is the fear that I will like what I see, and do, and then want more. I feel like hell every day. I feel I am walking dead." I took his hand, and he continued. "When you undressed for me, I wanted you so much. If there is one lady who can give me what I want, I think it is you. No, no, please, don't get me wrong. I don't think you are a slut or a whore. I think you might be the type of person I want to be. I think you have sexual freedom, and I also think you do experiment. Am I wrong?" "No, Bob you aren't wrong," I replied to him. "You are very right. I love sex, and with a few different partners, I have done a lot of sexual play. I am kinda pleased how I am - so don't worry, you didn't offend me. I call a spade a spade when I am talking too, or a cunt a cunt, lol. Tell me what your needs or desires are, and if I can help you, I would love to try." He didn't apologize when he told me his needs. He said he craved sex, and was becoming obsessed. He didn't care. Sucking, fucking, fisting, anal, BDSM and pain, humiliation, water-sports, female-female, male-male, group sex, even bestiality, etc. Fuck, you name it, he wanted it all, and more. He had tried some manual stimulation – played with his own ass, and a few more things. He was desperate. "Nita, you probably think I am a sick fuck, I know, but I'm not. I am just me. I was told when I was younger that sex would be beautiful, and so far, I am still waiting." Oh poor Bob, I thought, and my mind was beginning to come up with ideas for the next couple of days. I was forming a few ideas, but didn't want to say anything to him yet. I needed to get him through tonight first, and make a phone call or two in the morning. I knew a couple of good friends who would fly up for a night of fun. Very open minded friends. "Bob, is there anything I could do now to please you? What could I do to excite you? Was there anything you wanted?" I asked. "Nita," he looked at me. "There is so much I want. Where do I start? I was looking at that wine bottle a little while ago. I used to use bottles like that to fuck my own ass. I still do. I am my own sex partner." He added with shame. "Bob, I can use that bottle for you. Would you like me to hold it while you fuck it?" I asked, not sure if he wanted that or not, but I was frantic to please him, and further show my trust. "Do you want me to fuck you with that bottle?" "You don't mind?" he asked incredulous. "Fuck, of course I don't mind." I answered. "If you need some help, without criticism, then I can do that for you, can't I? I would love to fuck your ass with anything. I want to see you smile." "Do it too me please, Nita. Please" he asked very quietly. "Will your ass take it?" I asked with concern. "Have we got any lubrication to use?" "Shit, no." he said. "I do use a lube, but left it at home. Fuck, what can we use to lube my ass, and the bottle neck?" I don't even know where the idea came from, or when I got it, but I reached for the bottle, and opened my legs, and just pushed it into my wet cunt. Slowly I pushed until about 4 inches of the tapered neck was deep in my fuck hole. Then I started to fuck myself with the bottle. Bob sat there in total surprise, and watched me do it. I was never bashful, or slow to enjoy my body, and in the most casual way I could think, I was now lubricating his fuck toy, lol. "Oh wow, Nita," he exclaimed. I nearly didn't hear him, I was lost in my own joy. I was now frigging the bottle in and out with increasing rhythm, feeling my cunt stretch, and tighten with each thrust. Bob sat, erect, watching me fuck the bottle. I did feel his hand reach for my tit and start to pull my nipple. Mmmm. "Bob," I said. "Bend over, hon. I am ready to fuck you now." And he did immediately. He tuned onto all fours, and I sat forward, withdrawing the cunt covered bottle. Ah, my cunt felt so alive it tingled. What should I do? Be gentle? Be rough? Ease it in? I chose a combination, and eased it up to his butt hole, and pushed it slowly in, until I knew I could get it passed his ass hole. Then when I was satisfied it would go in, I pushed harder. "Fuck, yes," he cried, as I started to push and pull the bottle in and out of his ass. I managed to get at least 3 maybe 4 inches in and he never flinched. He pushed his ass back to meet the bottle, and the faster I fucked him, the more he enjoyed it. I could see his cock was hard and bulging, but I didn't want to take it, until he asked. I saw him reach around and start to pull his cock. I didn't mind. I wanted him to be loose and relaxed. There was plenty of time for more. He was stroking his cock in rhythm to my thrusts. "Bob," I said. "I want that cock seed in my mouth. Would you do that for me, seeing I lubed your fuck toy?" He turned to me, and said "Sure, thanks, dear lady. Leave the bottle in my ass, as I turn around please." He eased around and sat back so the bottle went deep into his ass, and started to pull his cock vigorously. I sat forward and stroked his tits as he self-fucked the bottle and pulled his cock to orgasm. At the very moment he shuddered, I lowered my mouth until I was inches away. He shot his load into my mouth without spilling a drop. I am always greedy for cock juice and I licked his piss hole as he dribbled the last drops of cum from his knob. The bottle was still deep in his ass, and he was smiling. He slowly raised his ass till the bottle plopped out, and he turned and took the bottle of the carpet. He stood slowly, kissed me, sucked the neck of the bottle once, and then took the bottle to the bathroom to clean. I looked at the clock. Midnight. "Fuck, Bob, it's late," I called out. We quickly jumped into bed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day. Chapter 3 Last night was so sexual, and yet so sad. I never imagined the sort of problems Bob had, and he had told me they were ALL true. He added that if he was guilty of anything, it was not telling everything, of actually playing down the problems. Anita and Aaron Anita was feeling hot...not just physically but she was feeling really horny. It had been four whole days since she had seen Aaron and she was missing him. She really liked Aaron a lot and was very close to him. But in more than one way...they had developed a sort of relationship that was unique to them. But they had also developed a very sexual relationship, however, they hadn't had actual sex yet. Anita was thinking about this when an IM popped up from Aaron. BigStud: Hey there HotA: Hey! BigStud: How are you doin? HotA: Im well... BigStud: That's good, I'm having a good day myself...I was thinking about you last night and this morning... HotA: Oh yeah? That's sweet. BigStud: I try ; ) HotA: I've been thinking of you as well...I'm looking forward to seeing you tonight... BigStud: Oh yeah? Me too. I can't wait. HotA: I'm also looking forward to something else... BigStud: Oh reaaally...and what might that be? HotA: Well...you really wanna know? BigStud: Yes! HotA: Well...I was thinking how hot I've been... BigStud: Hot? Like warm hot? Or like...horny hot? HotA: Horny hot. Really horny hot...for you... BigStud: Wow HotA: I can already feel my pussy getting wet with thoughts of you...and of you doing things to me... BigStud: And what would you like me to do to you? HotA: Mmm...I can imagine you taking off my shirt...undoing my bra...and looking at my breasts, your eyes full and seducing. Then you would take them into your hands and rub them gently, and then a little harder and then you would lower your head and take one into your mouth...mmmm....it would feel so very good. Mmm I just love it thinking about it! Ohh you're turning me on so much. BigStud: Wow! And I'm not even there! Imagine if I was... HotA: Ohhh I am...I'm imagining your mouth on me, sucking my nipple hard...then you stop and stare at me and tell me how hot and beautiful you think I am and you reach down and start to undo my pants. BigStud: Then what? I'm getting horny just thinking about this, you make me so hot! HotA: You start to undo my pants and you pull them down...I step out of them and I am standing there only in my panties...I feel the wetness on my hot pussy, just waiting for you to have your way with me...then you reach down and tease me with your fingers on the outside of my panties... BigStud: I'd tease you till you screamed for me to go in your panties. HotA: And then... BigStud: Then what?? HotA: Well... BigStud: WHAT??? HotA: I guess you'll just have to find out tonight... BigStud: Oh man! Are you serious?? I'm coming over. HotA: Now? BigStud: Yeah now. I want to see you and take you and be with you... HotA: Ok! Oh wow, you've gotten me all shaky now! BigStud: You think you're shaky! Im the shaky one!! I have an image of you in my head of you in just panties...I hope you mean those sexy ones too. HotA: It's a surprise stud. Aaron was shaking with excitement and nervousness. He longed to be with Anita right then. He had to hurry or he might combust with sexual frustration. But would they really have sex tonight? He was cautious about this because he didn't want to cause Anita any worrying or anything like that, since he knew how she could worry. But if it was right it was right...but even if they didn't have sex, they could seriously fool around and that would be awesome enough for him. He loved fooling around with Anita, he loved her body, he loved the way she felt next to him, he loved touching her skin, he really had no complaints. He had never been fully naked with Anita though. He was a little nervous about showing his body off to her; it had been a long time since anyone had seen him. He knew she was self-conscious, but he also knew that he liked what he saw. Aaron's thoughts were buzzing around in his head, he had to hurry. He brushed his teeth and ran out the door. "Don't get a ticket don't get a ticket" he thought. He wanted to rush, but it would suck ass if he ended up with a ticket AND was delayed from seeing Anita. Meanwhile, Anita was at her apartment... "What the hell am I going to wear!" Anita yelled to herself. She rifled through her closet and her drawers. Red underwear? Black? None? She just wasn't sure...she began to try on things, but she had to be careful since she was already feeling wet with anticipation. "Could we really have sex tonight? Or is that my mind just running over time? Will he like what I'm wearing? Will I look fat? UGHHH." Anita's mind was in over gear, she couldn't wait to see Aaron but she was sooo nervous...then she started thinking of her wet pussy and how it was yearning to be touched—she shivered. "Oh my!" she thought. "I'm so horny...I hope Aaron is just as horny." She decided on something to wear and got dressed. She had a black tank top on, no bra, she figured it was less work for Aaron if he didn't have to take off her bra and deal with the hook. She put lacy black underwear on and threw some jeans on. However, she knew the jeans wouldn't be on for long...unless she was wrong and nothing at all would happen tonight....she would be disappointed if that was the case, but she would live. But she really hoped that Aaron would be coming over to take her breasts in his mouth... "Oh my!" Anita thought again, she shivered and decided to clean up the place a little to keep herself occupied. Aaron was about five minutes away from Anita's when he found himself already getting hard from thinking about Anita...she got him so excited sometimes that he just wanted to be in her, to be connected with her like that...He couldn't wait to get there... Ding Dong! The doorbell rang at Anita's and she went to answer the door...it was of course Aaron, looking good as usual. She noticed his shirt was untucked, which meant she could get it off of him all the more easy that way. Aaron smiled at her and came in the door. He hugged her and noticed she wasn't wearing anything under the tank top she had on, he whispered in her ear... "No bra huh?" His voice sounded kinda scratchy and hot to Anita and she smiled coyly at him and said no. He hugged her again and rubbed his hands over her back and down to her butt. He slipped his hand inside the back of her pants and felt the small amount of underwear she was wearing and he felt himself get hard all over again. He hoped Anita couldn't notice... Little did he know, Anita definitely noticed and she was turned on by it. She loved that she turned Aaron on so much. It made her turned on in return. She pulled back and glanced down at his crotch. He smiled sheepishly, but Anita said, "No, don't be embarrassed, I like it. A lot." And she reached down and rubbed her hand over his hard dick. Aaron stiffened, but it felt really good. He just wanted to take her... "So, what do you wanna do?" Anita asked. "Um, well...umm..." Aaron searched for his words. "How about this..." Anita reached up and took Aaron's earlobe in her mouth and nibbled gently. Aaron shook with pleasure and Anita could feel his hard dick against her pelvis. Mmm, he felt good. Anita pulled away and Aaron smiled. He said, "Well then, how about this." And he whipped her shirt off. He stared at her breasts, taking them in. Her breasts were perfect, not too big, not too small. He loved the view he had. Then he then reached over and touched them. He wanted them in his mouth. He bent over and licked her nipples, then he sucked on one. Then he felt for the button on her pants. It was exciting that they were still standing at the door (the door was shut of course) and hadn't even made it to the bedroom yet...so Aaron pulled her pants down and felt between her legs. He could tell she was already pretty wet. She felt kinda hot too. He was definitely getting hot. There she stood in only her panties. Black lacey ones that showed off her butt at that. He loved it. Anita said, "Let me take your shirt off." So they pulled it off and Anita ran her hands over his chest. She liked the way he looked. And then Aaron pulled Anita's panties down and she was left there, naked, with hard nipples, and a wet pulsing pussy. "I want to take you in my mouth," Anita said. She was hungry for his penis. She wanted to taste his come. She began undoing his shorts...she slipped them off and then pulled his boxers down. There it was, his rock hard penis, just waiting to be sucked. Then he would come, all for her, right in her mouth, and she would swallow him. She went to lick his penis. The tip was so perfect to flick her tongue over. She loved it. She looked up and saw Aaron watching her. She loved that too. She took the tip into her mouth and licked some more. Then she brought the whole dick into her mouth. She loved tasting him. His dick was perfect for her. She couldn't but thinking how perfect it would be inside of her wet pussy though. She knew that would be so awesome that she would probably almost explode with pleasure. Anita sucked Aaron hard, using her mouth and her hand, up and down, up and down. She did this for a couple more minutes when she heard Aaron say he was getting close. She couldn't wait. She wanted him to come in her. He was getting closer and closer and finally...he came in her. Warm fluid into her mouth, and she swallowed him, not leaving a drop behind. She continued to lovingly lick the beautiful dick. She wanted more... "Oh my gosh oh my gosh...that was awesome Anita, so awesome, it felt so good," Aaron said. "I'm glad," said Anita. "I love doing that for you." There they were, both naked and hot and horny. Aaron felt surprisingly comfortable naked around Anita. She felt the same way. Anita took Aaron's hand and pulled him into the bedroom. She lay down on the bed and Aaron straddled her legs. Anita stared at his hard dick. She wanted him so badly. Could she have him? Aaron was nervous, but confident. He bent down and took Anita's breasts in his hands, rubbing them. They felt so good. But he wanted more. So he took them into his mouth. But it still wasn't enough...so he laid upon Anita, their naked bodies touching, one to the other. Anita was shaking with nervousness, but she was also excited. Suddenly Aaron rubbed against her. His dick right against her hair down there. And then again. And again. Then he dipped lower and his dick was right against her pussy. It was electric!! He did it again and again and again. She was getting so wet, so very very wet. She was loving every second of it. Then he was on top of her again. They rolled over so that she was on top, straddling him now. She watched his dick. His hard cock. Mmm it looked so good, she wanted it in her right then. She knelt over him, with his dick below her. She looked at him. He nodded. She smiled. And gently lowered herself on to him. As he slid deeper inside of her, she let her head roll back and basked in the pleasure. Aaron couldn't believe he was finally inside of her. He had been waiting for this for awhile now and it felt so good. He loved being inside of her, pumping faster and faster. Anita was really riding him now, he was getting close to coming and so was she. She had never come before in sex and she felt it coming now. She wanted to feel the warm liquid coming out of her onto Aaron. And she wanted to feel his hot cum on her again. "Anita! Oh Anita! You're so hot! Oh you feel so good! I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!!" Aaron shouted, breathing hard. "I'm going to come on your hard dick, I'm going to be so wet on you!" Anita said, resting her hands on the bed, letting herself go. Suddenly Aaron pulled out and came on Anita's breasts just as Anita came. Anita laid back and breathed heavily. She looked at the cum on her chest. She dipped a finger in and showed Aaron how she put it in her mouth to lick. He then bent down between her legs to lick the wetness that was her cum. "Mmm, you taste so good Anita," Aaron said. Anita loved how he said her name sometimes. It sounded so sexy. "You taste good too, I love your cum," she said. They then lay together, naked, hot, sweaty. They held each other and fell asleep.