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Jenola and Anita Ch. 01

By: completeexperience



CONTINUED FROM "JENOLA THE BLACK BI BBW"

The next Thursday, six days later, I returned home and saw Jenola's next letter. I raced inside with it, but first sat down at my computer and lit a joint, so I could read her letter while fucked up. Her letter read:

Big wow to you, too, Steven! What you said about all the feelings being mutual is so right. It's amazing, I've only gotten two letters from you and I can already see how different you are from my two exes. That gives us a much better chance to last together. We are definitely on the same page!

Yes, I played basketball for my school team. When I was on the 8th grade team, I led the team in points and rebounds, but unfortunately I started smoking the next Summer. That hurt my play and I ended up getting benched on the 9th grade team, and then I got kicked off the team when I was arrested for shoplifting. After that, I stopped working out and got fat. So instead of getting a basketball scholarship, I moved in with my boyfriend after we graduated and I got pregnant with Britney. It wasn't the path I wanted to take but having Britney was better than playing in the WNBA and I'm glad I turned into something you like - a black BBW!

You'll do what for me?! Take me to as many WNBA games as I want?! Well then I'll just have to move out there so you can take me to all of them! And of course I've had lots of crushes on the girls in the league, and it'll be fun talking to you about which ones are the hottest! And you'll have to tell me about all the hotties who've come into the league since I've been locked up!

It'll be so much fun teaching you all my hobbies. I don't think I look hot when I do them, but if you think so, hey, that's great with me! I do feel sexy when I dance at raves and I hope you like watching it!

My chin almost dropped to the floor when you said that I'm "one fucking hot slab of chocolate" like Missy Elliott! Oh shit, that's the most amazing compliment anyone ever gave me, since I idolize Missy so much! I hope I live up to your expectations! I'll do my best!

I sure hope you're right that my daughter will forgive me and understand. I've still never talked to her about my crime. My mom has a little bit, but I told her to let me do most of the explaining when I get out.

Wow, I'm so relieved that you know what I did and accept it. I was so afraid that you wouldn't want to be with me anymore if you knew. And that gives me a lot more confidence that our relationship can work.

And yes, it's so good that I know why I committed the crime. My two accomplices and I were all desperate for money and they came up with the idea. I knew it was wrong and I didn't want to hurt anyone, but I didn't have the will power to say no to them, and I didn't think I'd get caught and be apart from Britney.

My counselor helped me with my self esteem and also realize who my real friends were, so I don't feel the need to give in to peer pressure anymore. I know that you, Britney, Kim, and my mom are the only people who matter. And I will treasure my time with all four of you even more because of the years I couldn't be with you in person!

I look forward to going to hookah lounges with you! And it's funny that you think the smoke is so sexy, because that's why I started smoking! I thought cigarettes were sexy, and then I saw how much smoke comes out of a hookah pipe! And it will be hot to watch you do it, too!

You're right that being out is best because you know who your friends are, just like when people know why you got locked up.

I don't know why, but I've always like white guys and black girls best and I think that's who my relationships will always be with. And I'm glad that you would accept me either way but like that I'm bi!

Did anybody ever tell you that you should be a counselor, too?! What you said about being lucky to have three people who never turn their back on me, and about quality over quantity, is exactly what my counselor said to me! I wish I'd learned that so long ago, but better late than never, and that's why I'll have a much brighter future! And yes, I'd rather you be the only guy who answered my ad than 1,000 other guys!

I know you'll be as great a conversationalist in person and I promise I will be, too! And oh shit, you should've seen me when I read your line about us saving saliva for the kissing! I LOVE kissing! When the other person is good at it, sometimes I like it as much as sex! I can do it all night and never get tired of it, and I think you're going to be the best kisser I've ever had!

You're welcome about telling you that you'll have kids someday, and I hope you're right about me having more! And if you ever want me to be the mother of your kids, just tell me and I'll be happy to give that to you!

I'm glad you have such a special sister and stay in touch with her so much. And I hope you two will live closer again someday.

Oh yes, I hope we quote Missy Elliott lyrics to each other all the time - especially the explicit versions! I already have several in mind and I bet you do, too!

I also wish I knew what the future held for us! Where's a crystal ball when I need one?! But like you said, it'll be worth the wait!

Yes, we need some time to figure out if we belong together as a couple, but we have to find out and even if we end up being just friends, that'll still mean a lot to me, because you're already one of the best friends I've ever had, and I could never stop being your friend, ever.

You're very welcome for coming into your life, and thank you for the same!

Love,

Jenola

That letter convinced me that Jenola and I would almost certainly be more than friends and have a good chance to be boyfriend and girlfriend for the long term.

But, having been masturbating like crazy many times over the last several days while thinking about her, I also realized that I had needs to be taken care of in the meantime. So as soon as I finished writing that letter, I immediately went on Craigslist and started looking for a woman to fill that void. I didn't want to be promiscuous, as that's simply too dangerous, but rather I was hoping to find a woman, preferably in a similar situation, for an ongoing sexual relationship, and hopefully a friendship as well.

I browsed several pages of ads and found little or no interest in most of them. But one grabbed my attention, even though it wasn't what I was looking for. The headline read:

"Sexy BBW looking to entertain for $"

I clicked on the ad and it read:

"I'm a sexy white BBW with 44DDs looking to make some money to help with the bills. No sex or touching, but I will put on a great show for you."

I immediately wrote to her:

"Hi, I have a huge attraction, no pun intended, to BBWs. I'm sure your 44DDs are luscious, but my favorite part of the female body, by far, is the sole - the bottom of the foot. I know you said no sex or touching, but would you let me lick the bottom of your feet?"

I saw a response from her the next day, Friday, when I was about to leave for work:

"Yes you can lick the bottom of my feet. But they're kind of rough because of no money for pedicures. Not sure if that makes a difference. And how much would you pay me?"

I immediately responded:

"Great, I'm glad you're into that and I hope you enjoy it! At least I'll love giving it to you! And it's okay if the bottom of your feet are rough, as long as they're clean! How does $40 for an hour sound? And if I'm happy with our first session, I'll consider paying for you to get a pedicure and having you over once or twice a week. Let me know!"

When I got home from work, I had a new message from her:

"$40 for an hour is fine. And I really need the money, so the more you want to hire me the better. When do you want to do this?"

I immediately responded:

"Hopefully tonight, or at least your earliest available opening. Call me and we'll work out the details."

I put my phone number at the end of the message and in about two minutes, I got a call that the caller ID listed as "number blocked." Figuring that it was probably her, I immediately and enthusiastically answered.

She sounded middle aged and spoke in a soft monotone with no emotion, and had a rough voice, as if she were a long time smoker. The conversation lasted just about two minutes and we made arrangements to meet that night at midnight. I tried to get a friendly conversation going, but she seemed uninterested in it and to simply view this as a business transaction. Once she knew my address and the meeting time, she simply said "Okay, see you then," and hung up without even saying goodbye.

That night at 9:45, I ate a weed brownie. I smoke weed more than I eat it, because I like to get fucked up right away. But I chose eating in this case so that my mouth wouldn't be too dried out to worship her soles as zealously as I wanted to. Furthermore, when I eat weed, it usually takes me about two full hours to get totally fucked up, which is why I ate when I did. Because weed makes me so horny and causes me to focus more intensely on the things I'm passionate about, I definitely wanted to be totally fucked up for this session. And furthermore, I get more fucked up through eating than smoking.

At 11:58, the phone rang, again reading "number blocked." I immediately answered and she told me that she was inside my apartment complex but having a hard time finding my apartment. I asked her to describe where she was. She did and I guided her from there. Knowing that she was close, I opened the front door and peeked out, nude and with a massive hard on sticking straight out.

I saw headlights round the corner and asked if that was her. She says yes, so I opened the door widely and told her I was right in front of her. Saying nothing but "Okay," she hung up the phone and parked right in front of my apartment, next to my car.

She opened the car door, got out, and slowly walked up to me. Because my apartment complex was rather poorly lit, I could barely make out any details of her appearance.

Finally, when she stepped onto the welcome mat, I could tell that I very much liked what I saw. She looked about 40-45 years old and was 5'5" and 250 lbs. with thick, curly, and frizzy blonde hair that went almost down to her waist, and the top of her feet were awesome, getting me even more excited about seeing the bottom. She was wearing a plain white sleeveless shirt, a gray elastic pair of gym shorts, and a pair of white flip flops. She was wearing no make up of any kind. In short, she was dressed as if she had little money and was doing this out of desperation. She also had a very large tattoo that covered much of her upper right arm.

"I'm Steven!" I said smiling.

"I'm Anita," she responded, in the same tone as on the phone.

I stepped out of the way and, as soon as she walked in, locked and chained the door, then stood face to face with her. Acting very business like, she took off her shirt, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra, then dropped it on the floor. That was followed by lifting her right foot a few inches off the ground, slightly bending it downward, and spreading her toes apart, causing the flip flop to slip off. It was a huge turn on for me to watch and she then did the same thing with her left foot, then slipped off her shorts, revealing that she wasn't wearing any underpants, and dropped them on the floor. And the more she stripped, the more tattoos I noticed. 

Now completely nude except for a watch and nipple rings, I saw that her body was very well proportioned with knockers, thighs, and ass cheeks that shook up and down line gelatin - even when she was standing still.

As soon as her shorts hit the floor, she asked, as if she wanted to get this done as soon as possible, "So where are we going to do this?"

"Hold on, I want to see your tattoos," I said. I circled her body and noticed eight tattoos - not an extremely large number, but all of them were pretty big and looked very professionally done. Most seemed to have comic book influence. After about a minute, I decided that it was time to see, and worship, the two things that I was craving - her soles. "Sit down and spread your legs out across the couch," I told her.

She did, sitting on the right side of the couch. I then joined her on the couch, sat cross legged and facing her, grabbed her by the ankles, and rested her soles on my thighs.

"Oh shit!" I gasped in excitement. "Your soles are fucking amazing!" They looked like a wide pair of size 8 1/2s with a ring of fat around each toe, and the bottom of each toe having a very puffy appearance. Her arches were fairly low. The skin was somewhat dry and flaky, but she seemed to do a great job keeping them clean.

I was about to start the worshipping when suddenly I noticed that she was sniffing a lot. "Do you do weed?" she asked.

"Oh, fuck yes!" I exclaimed. "In fact, I'm stoned out of my fucking mind right now!"

"Really?!" she responded, smiling and showing enthusiasm toward me for the first time.

"Yes! Do you do weed, too?!"

"I did. I was an every day user until my husband left me a few months ago, and I haven't had any since."

"Do you miss it?!"

"Oh, fuck yeah! I've been going ceazy to find someone who can get me some!"

"Well then you came to the right place!"

"Hey, listen, I really want some bad, so if you want, you can just pay me in weed for our sessions; no money."

"Wow, that's a great offer, but I'll be glad to pay you in both."

"You'd really do that?" she asked, sounding shocked.

"Yes. You said your husband left you, and I figure that's why you need money so much, and I bet you have some kids to feed."

"Yeah, three."

"Exactly. So I'm going to take care of both of your needs, money and weed, while you're going to take care of my need, which is female soles!

"It's a deal!" she said, now grinning.

"Great! Would you like some weed now?"

"I'd love some, but I better take it to go, since I have to drive."

"I understand, but maybe some night I can pay you to stay with me the whole night and we can get fucked up together while I worship your soles."

"That would be fantastic!"

"Oh yeah, definitely! Would you be able to get a sitter for your kids?"

"They're 17, 13, and 10. I can leave them by themselves for a night once in a while."

"Oh, cool!" At that, I started massaging her soles, digging my fingers deep into them. She lay back and gasped, sounding like she was in not only in ecstasy, but also amazed. "You like that, Anita?" I asked.

"Oh yeah! I had no idea this would feel so good!" she enthusiastically responded.

"This has never been done to you before?!"

"No! When I knew you were going to work my feet, I thought it would just be really fucking weird, but I actually love it! I see what I've been missing out on for all these years!"

Hearing that, I decided to take it to the next step. I cupped my right hand around her right heel and my left hand around the top of that foot, then lifted it up and thoroughly worshipped it.

I spent over an hour kissing, licking, and sucking her luscious soles as she lay back and enjoyed discovering just how much she loved being the recipient of my sole fetishism.

After I'd been worshipping her for about 15 minutes, she began using her left hand to play with her nipples and her right hand to play with her clit. A few times, she even licked her nipples. She came many times from the clitoral stimulation. She didn't speak or moan the whole time, but when she came, she frequently gasped and breathed heavy, looking like she was very turned on, while her body greatly tightened. And for much of the worship, she had her head thrown back on a pillow.

Finally, she looked at her watch and saw that it was 1:25. While I was worshipping her left foot, she grabbed my still massive hard on, which was now soaking wet from pre-come, between her biggest two toes on her right foot and began twisting the head. Staring at and worshipping her two phenomenal soles while fucked up kept me extremely turned on, and one of those soles now actually touching my cock - that drove me over the edge.

Within a few seconds, my whole body was filled with an amazing orgasm and I shot a massive load. As soon as Anita saw the come, she jerked her left sole away from my mouth and placed it in front of my cock. I covered both soles entirely with my come, then licked it up and swallowed it.

As soon as I finished, I looked up and Anita and she was grinning. "Well, this was definitely the most interesting session I've ever had!" she said.

"Is that good or bad?! "I asked.

"Good! I had a great time, and you definitely changed my mind about foot guys! I had no idea how much I'd love it!"

"I'm proud to have been the one who got you into it!

"Me too!" Then, while getting up and walking over to her clothes, she said "Unfortunately, I have another appointment at 2:00, so I have to get going, but please let me know as soon as you're ready for our next appointment!"

"I will! You need the money and the weed, and I need the soles!"

"Yes, but I really did have a great time with you!"

"As did I with you, and I look forward to many more!"

"Oh, me too!"

At that she started getting dressed while I got her payment ready, all from a cigar box on the coffee table. She first put on her shirt, then her shorts, then her flip flops. As soon as she was fully dressed, I handed her three $20 bills and a brown paper bag containing a large sandwich bag containing five joints and two weed brownies.

Upon seeing the money, she tried to give me back one of the $20 bills, saying "We agreed on $40, not $60."

"Yeah, but we also agreed on an hour and you've been here a little over an hour and a half!"

"Hey, I stayed because I wanted to, and besides, since you're going to be my supplier, that's the least I can do!"

"I appreciate that, but please keep it; you need the money more than I do. You can use it on your kids."

Anita thought about it for a few seconds and reluctantly decided to keep the money. Then she pulled out the sandwich bag and looked at it's contents. "Will that get you until you come back again?" I asked.

"That depends on when you bring me back!"

"Well, I was thinking we could get together one evening during the week and once on the weekend."

"That would be great!"

"So will that be enough weed to get you by until Tuesday."

Anita thought about it for a few seconds and responded "Probably. Unless my oldest daughter finds it!"

Upon hearing that, I quickly grabbed a couple of more joints out of the cigar box and, while putting them in the sandwich bag, said "Then here are a couple for her!"

"Thanks! She's been missing it like crazy, too" Anita said smiling. Then pointing to the brownies, she asked "Do those have weed in them"

"Yes!"

"I've never eaten it before."

"You're going to love it! It's the best!"

"Mmmmmmmmmm, I'm excited just thinking about it!"

"I'm excited just thinking about you doing it!"

"Is there any trick to it, or so just eat them and get stoned?"

"You just eat them and get stoned! Now it takes a couple of hours to get totally fucked up. But when you finally get there, wow, it's the ultimate high!"

"Wow!" Then looking down at her watch she said glumly "I really have to go, but I don't want to."

"I know. I'll have to book you for a longer session next weekend!"

"That'll be great!"

"Oh yeah! And I can hardly wait to get fucked up with you!"

"Same here!" Right after saying that, we gazed deeply into each other's eyes for about 30 seconds and I felt it was very intimate, as if we were starting to fall in love. But even though she bent her no touching rule for me, I stood a few feet away from her, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable.

But then she opened her arms widely and said "Come here, Honey." At that, my nude body walked excitedly up toward her and we had a tight embrace. After a few seconds I kept our bodies tightly together but moved my face back so that our eyes were just a few inches apart.


Jenola and Anita Ch. 01



The look of lovers' passion was unmistakable and to top it off, after a few more seconds, Anita closed her eyes and slightly tilted her face. I took that as a cue and leaned in until our lips met for the first time. Our mouths then opened instantly and our tongues rolled together, slowly and sensually.

We went on for two minutes, then she looked at her watch again and said "Okay, this time I REALLY have to go!"

"I know, Honey, I'm sorry!"

"Me too!"

I then unchained and unlocked the door, took her by the hand, and walked her out to her car while I was still nude. As we arrived at the door we had a brief hug and kiss, and then I said "Thanks for an amazing time!"

"You're very welcome, and thanks to you, too, Hon!"

"See you soon!" I said as she got in her car, rolled the window down, and turned on the ignition.

"You sure will!" she said as she drove away and we waved at each other.

I stood there in the parking lot until she was out of sight, then went inside not sure who I should masturbate while thinking about - Jenola or Anita.

I was falling hard for both. I didn't know which was the better match for me, but I did know that while waiting two years and three months for my black BBW to get out of prison, this white BBW is going to be an awesome fill in!

TO BE CONTINUED



Jenola and Anita Ch. 02



CONTINUED FROM PART 1

As soon as I walked back into my apartment, I went straight to bed and lay down. I was still very fucked up from the weed brownie and probably would be for about another hour. And my hard on was already back.

This was the first time I'd ever been so simultaneously consumed by two women, and I loved it. I wanted to continue to worship Anita's soles, as well as she and I get fucked up and completely explore our sexuality together. I hoped that she would eventually let all those things happen, and I thought the chance of that was good, and I equally wanted all those things with Jenola.

At this moment, however, I decided to masturbate while thinking about Anita, for two reasons - I'd been masturbating while thinking about Jenola several times a day for the last 13 days, and I had seen Anita's full body, particularly her soles, which brought a fantasy to my mind, and one that I was determined would come true - I set her down on all fours and fuck her while starting at her soles.

As that fantasy played in my mind, I slowly fucked myself with my fleshlight, bringing myself to not just one but two phenomenal orgasms, and only imagined how amazing it would feel to fuck her while staring at her soles.

But when I woke up late the next morning, after almost nine hours of sleep, my attention returned to that fucking hot slab of chocolate, who had been cock deprived in a Nebraska women's prison for over half a decade.

I sat down at the computer, lit a joint, put on Missy Elliott, and began typing my response to Jenola's most recent letter, which I received the day before. I wrote:

My amazing black BBW queen Jenola:

Thank you so much for another awesome letter. Keeping up that frequent high quality communication will get us through these two years and three months until we're finally together in person!

I'm so happy that you see the differences between me and your exes. And I see lots of differences between you and my exes as well. It's great that we understand what went wrong with our past relationships and know what it takes to make a relationship work, and are willing to do it. That gives us a great chance to make things work out between us.

I'm glad that you played basketball and had a lot of success with it, and thankful that you got something much greater than a career in basketball - your precious daughter. And yes, it's awesome that you became a black BBW - that "one fucking hot slab of chocolate" that I talked about!

I'm so happy to see your enthusiasm for my invitation to take you to as many WNBA games as you want. And I'd love it if you moved out here! I'd not only take you to every game and a hookah lounge afterward, we'd find cool stuff to do together every day! There would never be a dull moment with us!

It'll also be a blast sharing our WNBA crushes together, and yes, lots more hotties have joined the league since you've been locked up, and I look forward to sharing them with you!

I'm glad you'll enjoy teaching me your hobbies! I'm glad you feel sexy when you dance, and I know I'll always think you're sexy no matter what you're doing!

I'm also very happy that you like my compliment that you're "one fucking hot slab of chocolate" like Missy Elliott! And your idolizing Missy says a lot of awesome things about you! Please be assured, you will always live up to my expectations, as long as you just keep being yourself!

I understand your concern, but I have no doubt that your and your daughter's relationship will be just fine, especially as she sees all the positive changes you've made in your life. I think that the day you get released, you should simply sit down and tell her the whole story, why you did it, and that you'll never do it again. After you do that, everything will be fine, I promise!

I figured you'd be glad to know that I already know about your crime and still accept you. I'm happy that you're relieved and more confident in our relationship as a result, both exactly as I hoped!

Thanks for explaining the circumstances around your decision to participate in that crime, and what you learned through your counseling. That helps me understand you a lot better, which is very important for our relationship.

And it's awesome that you now realize exactly who matters in your life, and that you're free from the prison of peer pressure! All those four people want you to do is just be yourself! I'm so proud honored to be part of that elite group of four people!

Yes, smoke is sexy! What a shame that it's bad for you! A hookah every few weeks isn't too bad, though! And I'm glad we'll think it's sexy to watch each other do it!

I'm so thankful about our complete honesty and openness with each other. Ours is the first relationship I've had that was perfect in those areas, and as long as we keep that up, we'll do great!

Hey, we all have our own tastes and there's nothing wrong with that! I love watching two black girls together, and also a black and a white girl together! As long as you're into older white guys, whatever else you're into is fine with me!

I should be a counselor?! Wow, thanks, that's a great compliment! Maybe I went into the wrong field! But at least I can counsel you, and I promise to do my best at that, as well as everything else I do to you! And your mom, Britney, and Kim are cheering for you as much as I am! We're all going to do our best to help you be your best! And together, we'll get you there!

Thanks for your confidence in me being a great conversationalist, and I know that you'll be as well! And I got a huge grin when I saw your reaction to my comment about us kissing! Every day I fantasize about what it will be like - my vanilla lips meet your chocolate lips and our tongues make passionate love to each other - slowly, as if we'd love to go on doing it forever.

Yes, kissing can be as great as sex, but sex between a white man and a much younger black BBW can be extremely fucking awesome as well! I'm so excited that you think I'll be the best kisser you've ever had, and I'll do my best to live up to your expectations! And I'm sure that you'll be the best kisser I've ever had, too!

It's important that we encourage each other, about having kids and all other areas of our lives. That's a great help to both of us. And wow, thanks so much for your amazing offer to be the mother of my kids! That's something I'd love and I very much look forward to discussing it further with you!

Thanks so much for your nice words and encouragement about my sister, Melissa. I so much would love for her and me to share a home together again, but this time each with a happy family.

Yes, the Missy Elliott lyrics that we quote to each other should always be the explicit versions! I can hardly wait to find out which ones you have in mind for me! I have lots in mind for you, as well as several that I've already fantasized about you singing/rapping to me!

I had a thought. I'd love to hear your voice and also be able to communicate with you instantly, rather than waiting several days for a response. In case you're allowed to make collect calls, I'm listing my phone number below and you have my permission to call me anytime and as often as you want!

Finally, I'm glad you agree with me on every aspect of our relationship, especially being willing to hold on until we finally meet in person, making sure that we reach our full potential, and always at least being close friends even if our romance doesn't work out. And remember, every day is one day closer to us being in each other's arms and our tongues in each other's mouths!

Love always,

Steven

I set my joint in the ash tray, put on a long T shirt, walked over to the mailbox, dropped in the letter, went back to my apartment, took off the shirt, and resumed smoking.

After a couple of minutes, I realized that I hadn't yet checked my phone since I woke up. I grabbed it off my nightstand and saw that I had a text from a number I didn't recognize.

I opened it and realized much to my excitement that it was from Anita. It read:

"Thanks for last night. Call me and let me know when you're ready for our next session. I'll be waiting and so will these two things."

Below that was a picture of her soles. I almost came instantly. The soles made the picture awesome enough, and making it even hotter was that she was on her knees and her fat ass cheeks were resting on her soles.

I instantly created a contact profile for her and put the picture she sent as the one that would show on the screen whenever she called me or I called her.

I then called her and she answered on the fourth ring, sounding very happy but speaking quickly and softly as if being very discreet.

"Hey Steven, I can only talk a minute because I'm having lunch with my kids. I'm in the bathroom with the fan on, but I wanted to make sure I took your call. What's up?!"

"Oh, I just wasted to thank you for the text and the luscious cock hardening picture of your soles, and to schedule our next session!" I responded.

"Okay, great! Is it okay if I call you back in a little while when I'm alone and have my schedule in front of me?"

"Sure, no problem! I look forward to your call!"

"Great; talk to you soon!"

"Bye, Honey!"

"Bye!"

She called me back about 7:30, telling me that she now had her first free moment since our very brief conversation earlier that day. She said that she was stopped in a parking lot on her way to a session and had her schedule in front of her.

I wanted to get together with her on a weeknight for a short session and a weekend night for a long session.

After about five minutes of discussion, we agreed that starting the next week, she and I would get together twice a week - on Tuesdays from 7-10 PM and on Saturday at 7 PM until Sunday at 11 AM. We further agreed that we would get fucked up every Saturday night, since she would be spending the night and thus not driving, and I wouldn't have to work the next day. In exchange for those sessions, I would pay her $200 a week, plus enough weed to get her and her oldest daughter through until our next session.

That night, about 11, I sent her the following text:

"Hi, Anita! I just want you to know that I'm thinking a lot about you and wish you were here with me right now. I wish that you were massively fucked up, as I am, and that your soles were pressed against my face. I can hardly wait until Tuesday! Hugs, kisses, and sole worshipping to you until then!"

She responded early the next morning:

"Hi, Honey! I wish that had happened last night, too! That would've been a fuck of a lot better than what actually happened! But that's okay, because we'll be doing all that cool fucking shit this week!"

I immediately texted back:

"I can hardly wait!:-D"

She didn't respond to that, but about 8:00 PM, I got a text from her that read;

"Debbie (my 17-year old) and I each had a weed brownie a few hours ago and oh shit, we're both fucked up like we've never been fucked up before! Thanks Honey!"

I immediately replied back:

"I'm very happy that you're both enjoying the weed brownies so much and I'm very much looking forward to sharing many with you!"

She immediately responded:

"Oh me too Honey!"

The next day, Monday, Anita and I texted each other three times each - a mixture of sex, romance, and weed, as well as keeping each other updated on what we were up to. I wanted far more communication with her, but held back as a way of showing her that I knew she was very busy with her sessions and her kids.

After what seemed like a much longer wait than it was, Tuesday finally came. Since waking up on Saturday, I hadn't masturbated, so my libido would be sky high for Anita. From the time I woke up on Tuesday, I was preoccupied with her the whole day. Shortly before my lunch break at work, she texted me saying:

"My soles and I will see you tonight!:-D"

I immediately replied:

"I'm hard as a fucking rock thinking about it and I have a 3 1/2 day load built up!"

She immediately replied:

"3 1/2 days, huh?! I guess that means I'm going to get a mega-blast sprayed all over me!"

I immediately replied:

"You sure the fuck are!"

Anita didn't respond to that text, but a little before 2:00 PM, I got a call from her. I figured she was just calling to confirm the session or some other minor reason.

"Hi, Sole Queen!" I said as I answered.

But much to my surprise and dismay, her tone was much different than it had been in my previous interaction with her. Speaking very fast, she sounded short of breath, hysterical, distraught, angry, tearful, and desperate. "Steven, I'm sorry, we can't do our session tonight! My fucking piece of shit car broke down. I was driving to a session and I called the guy and told him what happened, and I asked him to help me, but the mother fucking asshole called me a fat lying whore and then he fucking hung up on me. I am God damn fucking sick tired of all this fucking shit!"

Understanding and sympathizing with her frustration, but figuring it was nowhere near the big deal she thought, I tried to be comforting and reassuring. "Honey, it's no problem. Just tell me where you are, I'll be there in a few minutes, I'll use my AAA membership to get your car towed to a repair shop, I'll take you out to dinner, we'll do our session, I'll drive you to the repair shop when your car is fixed, and I'll pay the repair costs."

Much to my surprise, that didn't calm her down at all. "No, you don't understand. I'm down in Seymour." Seymour is about 70 miles south of my home in Indianapolis.

My tone also remained the same. "That's no problem, Honey. Just tell me exactly where you are and I'll be there in about an hour and a half."

Suddenly, she calmed down greatly. She still sounded tearful, and also sounded exhausted, but was now coherent. "You'd do that?" she asked in amazement.

"Yes" I said very assuringly.

She broke down and cried while talking in a shaky voice. "No one's ever been this good to me. Why do you do it?"

"Because I'm crazy about you, Honey."

Still very emotional but now with a clearer voice, she replied "I'm really crazy about you, too. And I promise that someday I'll pay you back."

"Honey, I don't ever want any money from you. I just want you to pay me back by always being my friend giving me access to your amazing soles."

"It's a deal!" she said enthusiastically, sounding happy and fully at peace for the first time in this conversation.

She then told me her location - at a BP station right off of I-65. She said that her car started overheating and that she quickly exited and parked at the gas station, being afraid to park on the side of the interstate, especially while alone. I told her to go inside, sit down at the cafe, and wait for me.

I immediately told my boss that an emergency came up and was using personal time off the rest of the day and all of the next day. He approved, I drove straight to my apartment and grabbed my weed, then rushed to the BP, arriving in about an hour and 20 minutes. When I walked in, Anita was seated in the cafe and facing the entrance. She looked very tired but equally very happy the instant she saw me. She immediately got up and walked fast toward me, as I did toward her. Though it was only about 50 degrees outside, she was wearing the exact shirt, shorts, and flip flops she wore when I saw her four days earlier.

"Honey!" I emotionally whispered when we were just a few feet apart. We very tightly embraced for about a minute, then had a quick kiss on the lips, then stood face to face while gazing deeply into each other's eyes as I cupped my hands around her upper arms.

"How are you, Honey?" I asked.

"It's been a really shitty fucking day, but now that you're here, it was all worth it!" she responded.

"I'll do my best to make the rest of the day so great for you that it makes up for all the fucking shit you went through."

"You've already done that, just by coming here," she said assuringly. At that, we had another quick hug and kiss and I then called AAA, who arrived in about an hour and towed her car to a repair shop that was already closed until the next morning. I was very excited that not only was our session still on, it would be an overnight session and we would do weed - two things that would normally only happen on our Saturday sessions.

As soon as the tow truck left, I took Anita to a Ryan's restaurant. On the way there, she called Debbie. Anita said that the car broke down in Seymour, she was staying at a motel there, and she'd be home the next day, but didn't say she was with anyone.

At the restaurant, we both got the all you can eat buffet. Watching her showed me why she's obese. While I ate a fairly healthy meal, she loaded up on high calorie, high fat foods. But even though I wish she ate healthier, her size is a huge turn on to me, no pun intended!

During our meal, I intentionally kept the conversation lightweight. That was tough for me, as I much prefer deep conversation, but as traumatic as her day had been, I decided it would be best to save the heavy topics for another time.

But while Anita was very pleasant and smiled for much of the meal, she didn't say much. At first, I asked her a few basic questions and she generally gave short and vague answers, and spoke so softly that I had a hard time understanding her. I wondered if it was shyness, nervousness, or even if she were simply a shallow person without a lot to say. Even when asking her what her hobbies were, I got little out of her. But she seemed very happy, so I wasn't concerned that anything was wrong with our relationship. And after concluding that she probably wasn't going to say much there at the restaurant, I just focused on eye contact. She and I made lots of it, and the intimacy was wonderful.

When she finished her dessert, a big plate of ice cream, cake, and lots of condiments, I said "Well, you had a very big meal, but you forgot something!"

"What?!" she asked, smiling but seemingly clueless.

I pulled two weed brownies out of my jacket. As soon as she saw them, she grinned widely. I gave her one and kept the other for myself. We each ate ours in less than a minute and finished at about the same time. As soon as we were done, I immediately stood up and she followed suit within a second. "Let's go!" I said, reaching out my right hand to her. She took my hand and I walked her out to my car with our fingers interlocked. There were several motels less than a mile away, so it would be no problem getting to one of them before the weed took enough affect to hurt my driving.

I got us a room at a Motel 6 and as soon as we were in the room, Anita stripped exactly the way she did in my living room four days earlier. As soon as she was nude, I quickly stripped, took her by the hand, walked her to the bed, lay her down flat on her back with her head resting on a pillow, sat cross legged at the other end of the bed, set her heels on my thighs, and thoroughly massaged her soles.

"Mmmmmmm," she purred almost immediately after the massage began. "That feels so good, Honey."

"I'm glad to know that, and it feels so good to me when I'm touching and looking at your soles!" I responded.

"I was thinking about it since our last session, and I think it's cool that you like soles. It makes you unique. I get tired of guys talking to my tits!"

"I'm glad you feel that way! Even though you have a great rack, your soles are by far my favorite part of your body!"

"I'm glad, because you make them feel so fucking good!"

"And your soles make me feel so fucking good, honey!"

"It's a win-win situation, then!"

"It sure is! By the way, were you okay back at the restaurant?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You didn't say much."

"Yeah, I've never liked talking much in loud places."

"I'm glad you told me that and next time I'll take you somewhere quieter!"




Jenola and Anita Ch. 02



"That would be great!"

"So if you don't mind telling me, what got you into entertaining guys for a living?"

"Well, my husband left me back in March and I'd never worked the whole marriage..."

"How long had you been married?"

"18 years. We got married when I was pregnant with Debbie. But anyway, I only went to school through 10th grade and I don't have much work experience, and I obviously can't pass a drug test to get hired by somebody, and I had three kids to support, and the asshole wasn't paying any child support, and if I did get hired by somebody they have all those bull shit withholdings, so I decided to do this so I could get some quick cash, tax free."

"So how do you like it?"

"To be honest, I fucking hate it. I mean, I loved it with you, but most of the guys are creeps."

"How so?"

"They're rude, they don't treat me with any respect, they don't give a fuck about me as a person, and when they see how fat I am, some of them aren't even interested in going through the session.

"Wow, I'm very sorry about that. And those guys are really missing out, because your body is absolutely fantastic and I could never get tired of it."

"Thanks, Honey."

"You're very welcome! You earned it!"

"I was so glad when you told me that you love BBWs, and seeing how much you're attracted to me has really made me feel good, because I felt so worthless for so many years."

"Honey, you're worth a lot."

"I never thought I'd be worth $200 a week to anybody!"

"You're worth a lot more than that to me, Honey, and I wish I could afford to pay you a lot more!"

"Well, the kids and I have barely been scraping by and we've almost been evicted and almost had the electricity shut off a couple of times, so the $200 a week will really help a lot, and I'll try really hard to keep pleasing you so that you'll keep giving me the money and the weed for a long time!"

"Well first of all, honey, I know you'll always do a great job pleasing me. And I think right now I should go ahead and tell you my situation."

"Okay."

"Like you, I just got divorced this year. I have a new girlfriend, but she's in prison in Nebraska and she's scheduled to get paroled in January of 2013."

"2013?! What the fuck did she do?!"

"She and two accomplices robbed a jewelry store and stole hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of jewelry."

"Holy shit."

"Yeah, so anyway, in the two years and three months until her release, I have needs to be met, and you're the perfect woman to meet them!"

Anita smiled. "Wow, I'm honored and I'm going to love meeting those needs for you! And if I were locked up and I had a boyfriend, I'd tell him he could find another lover until I got out, and I wouldn't be jealous about it."

"That's good, and I'd do the exact same thing in that situation."

"That's good! Does your girlfriend know about me, or that you're looking for another woman?"

"No, but I'm thinking about bringing it up with her soon. I'll probably start off by asking how she'd feel about me having a fill in lover until she gets out, and then go from there, depending on how she responds. Are you uncomfortable about being with me before she knows about you?"

"Oh no, that's just between you and her. She should be understanding of you, but it's kind of not fair because you can get your needs met but she can't!"

"Well actually, she can!"

"What, you think she's having sex with one of the guards?!"

"No, she's bisexual!"

Anita's face lit up. "Wow, that's fucking awesome! So am I!"

"Are you serious?!"

"Totally serious!"

"So would you like me to hook you up with her when she gets out?!"

"Fuck yeah, that'd be fucking awesome!"

"So when you have sex with a girl, what do you like to do with her?"

"Mostly kiss and cuddle."

"Oral?"

"That's cool also, especially receiving it. Most girls are amazing at it."

"That's what I've heard, though I think I'm great at it as well!"

"I bet you're probably better than most guys!"

"Well, I've gotten a lot of compliments on it over the years!"

"That's good, and I've gotten a lot of compliments on my blow jobs!"

"I'm not surprised! As easygoing as you usually are, I bet you take your time, like you'd be happy to go all day!"

"I do, unless it's a quickie!"

"Are you into rimming?"

"What's that?"

"Licking the asshole."

"I've never tried it."

"Neither giving nor receiving?"

"Neither."

"Oh, I've heard a lot of lesbians are into that. I'm into it myself."

"Cool, I'll probably try it sometime."

"I think you'll like it!"

"I'm sure at least it wouldn't bother me! So do you think your girlfriend has a lover in prison?"

"As far as I know, she doesn't, but she did have a girlfriend there in prison for 3 1/2 years, and they recently broke up."

"Wow, how long has she been in?"

"About five years and three months."

"Damn, that's got to be hard."

"I'm sure it is."

"The longest I was ever locked up for was two years and that drove me crazy."

Hearing the first part of that sentence was a great surprise to me. Though I didn't show any reaction, I was turned on to know that Anita had been in prison, just like Jenola. "I can understand that. I've never been in prison, but I'm sure it's tough."

"Yeah, it is. And even though I'm sorry she's in prison, at least now I know I don't have to hide my past from you."

"Of course you don't. I love my girlfriend just as she is and I love you just as you are."

Anita's appearance now turned mushy. "Awww, I love you, too, Honey!"

"I'm glad that I have two special BBWs who I love and who love me!"

"And who knows, maybe someday she and I will love each other!"

"What, would you like us to have a three way relationship!"

"Maybe, but even if that didn't work out, you seem like such a wonderful man, I wouldn't mind sharing you with another special woman. I'd rather share a man who I'm totally crazy about than have another asshole all to myself."

"Well you know, in recent years, a lot more people have gotten into in polyamory, which is people having more than one romantic relationship at a time, with everyone knowing about and approving of it."

"I didn't know that, but I think that could be great if it were with the right people."

"I think so, too. So anyway, just to get it out of the way, what were you in jail for?"

"Well, the first time was when I was 21 and the guy I lived with was the manager of a store and one night when it was closed, he and I went in together and took all the money out of the safe. They gave me five years and I got out in a little over two. I also had two DUIs before that and two after. The first two, I didn't do any time, but the third I did a few days and the fourth I did a couple of months, because it was my fourth time and I crashed into somebody's house."

"I hope no one was hurt."

"Fortunately, no one was. And one time my sister and I beat the shit out of her ex-boyfriend's girlfriend and I did about a month for that. And then last year, I did about a month for giving weed to one of Debbie's friends. And speaking of weed, I'm starting to feel the affects of those brownies we ate!"

"I am too, Honey!"

"That's good! And let's see, what else did I do? I got arrested three times for shoplifting and the last time I did 25 days. And after everything I've told you, I think I owe you an explanation on something else."

"What's that, Honey?"

"I feel so bad about how angry I sounded on the phone today."

"Honey, it's okay. I know you weren't mad at me, and I'm not mad at you."

"I'm glad about all that, but I still hated that you heard me that way."

"It's okay, Honey. Part of loving someone is helping her through the hard times. And that'll bring us closer together. You need to understand that with me in your life, you're never alone."

She now became joyfully tearful. "Thank you, that's one of the most beautiful things anyone's ever said to me."

"You're very welcome, Honey. So anyway, what were you going to explain to me?"

"Well, the reason I got so freaked out today is that I don't have a driver's license because of all my DUIs, and my car doesn't have any insurance, so I'm a nervous fucking wreck every time I drive. I know that if I get caught, they'll throw the book at me because of my record, and I guess my kids would be put into foster care. But this is the only way I know to make a living, so I have to drive and take my chances, but I'm still barely scraping by doing it."

"Well Honey, I have an idea."

"What?"

"How about instead of me being your client and paying you $200 a week plus weed, I'll be your boyfriend and pay all your bills, so you don't have to drive and risk getting locked up to entertain other guys anymore, and we can get together every day that we want."

She now broke down and wept. I'd been massaging her soles for the entire conversation, but now crawled over, took her in my arms, and lay her down with me as we cuddled. After a couple of minutes of crying, she was still very emotional but had largely calmed down, so I spoke to her again. "So what do you think of that idea, Anita?!"

"I think it's the best fucking idea I've ever heard!"

"I'm glad you think so! But I do have one question first?!"

"Oh yeah?! What's that?!"

"Well, you said in your ad no touching and no sex..."

"Yeah, but let me explain! I didn't want to get an STD, and I didn't want to get arrested for prostitution, because like I said, any crime I'm convicted of, they'll throw the book at me because of my record. But unlike the guys I entertained, I love you so much, and I want to take care of all your sexual needs, and I hope you'll take care of mine, too."

Widely grinning, I excitedly responded "I'll be happy to! When would you like to start?!"

"As soon as you're ready!" she said and winked at me. When I was ready was immediately, but first I decided to initiate some erotic conversation, to create a greater build up.

"I'll be ready very soon, but I have a question first?!"

"What's that?"

"Is being in prison anything like those women's prison movies?!"

"Not really!" she said laughing.

"Does much sex go on there?"

"Some. I've made out with several girls while I've been locked up."

"Did you build a girlfriend-girlfriend relationship with any of them?"

"No, but when I was in for two years, there was one girl I was with almost every day for about two months until she got released, and she was supposed to write me letters after she was released, but she never did."

"You should look for her on Facebook."

"Yeah, that's a good idea. I never thought of that."

"Any other lovers you had in prison?"

"Yeah, I had several others, but I wasn't with any of them more than a few times. But anytime I got really horny, it was never very hard to find sex."

"Tell me about the girl you were with a bunch of times."

"Her name was Katie. She was a big, tall dyke and she was awesome."

"Did you want her as your girlfriend?"

"Not really, but it would've been great to have her as long term lover."

"Do you prefer dykes?"

"Yeah, dykes and tweeners are my favorites."

"I love dykes!"

"Really?!"

"Yeah! I hate that most lesbian porno movies show only the very feminine girls. I like them, but I like the dykes, too!"

"Lesbian pornos are so fucking fake and ridiculous! Girl-girl sex is nothing like they show in those movies!"

"I know! And the thing that I hate the most is when both girls are nude but wearing high heel shoes!"

"Yeah, I bet you really fucking hate that, since you're such a foot guy!"

"You're right, of course! And I bet you've never had sex with your shoes on!"

"Well, I've never gone to bed with shoes on! The only times I've had sex with shoes on were like in a car on a date, or out in the woods while we were hiking; shit like that."

"Do you walk around barefooted a lot?"

"At home, yeah, I'm almost always barefooted. Does that turn you on?!"

"Oh yeah! What about outside your home?!"

"If I go to a friends house, I usually take my shoes off as soon as I walk in."

"Do you ever walk outside barefooted?"

"Not for long walks, but maybe a short walk to get the mail or go to one of my friends' apartments."

"Would you ever take a long walk barefooted in public?"

"If you wanted me to, I'd be glad to."

"Awesome, that's a huge turn on to me!"

"Then I look forward to doing that for you!"

"Do you wear flip flops often?"

"Yeah, as long as it's at least 50 degrees, that's the only kind of shoe I ever wear. That's the only kind of shoe I like!"

"Awesome, I fucking love seeing girls in flip flops!"

"Well then, I'll make sure you see me wear them lots of times!"

"That'll be so fucking hot!"

"I'm glad you think so!"

"You want to know how much I fucking love flip flops?!"

"Of course; I want to know everything about you!"

"When I started college, I attended a commuter campus and lived in an apartment near the school. There were eight apartments in the building, four on each floor. I had the one on the back/left of the first floor. My neighbor across the hall often attended to the small garden in front of her apartment, and always wore flip flops when she did. My neighbor upstairs often walked her dog in the yard outside the building, often wearing flip flops and a few times barefooted.

"Plenty of times, I peaked through my curtains and jacked off while staring at their feet and soaking in every detail. And every time my neighbor across the hall was done gardening and opened the door into the apartment hallway, I immediately walked over to my peep hole and watched her, because she always slipped off her flip flops, I guess because they were so grassy, and left them at her door. It was so fucking hot watching her slip them off.

"Sometimes while she was at work, I'd walk across the hall, grab her flip flops, take them back to my apartment, jack off with them, clean off all the come, and then take them back where I got them. And after I started doing that shit, I got even much hotter when I watched her wear them."

The more I told of that story, the more Anita grinned in awe. When I finished the story she responded quickly. "Wow! That is a fucking hot story! I think it's awesome that you're so into your sole fetish, and that you enjoy it to the fullest, and that you aren't ashamed of it!"

"I'm glad you feel that way, Honey!"

"Now I have a question for you!"

"Anything! Go ahead!"

"I know that like most guys, you love watching girls get it on with each other!"

"Of course!"

"Well, I love watching guys get it on with each other!"

"Oh yeah?!"

"Yeah! So I'm wondering, are you into guys at all?!"

"Well, I'm not gay or bi, but the last few years, I've come to realize that I crave cock and wish that men didn't have a monopoly on it!"

Anita smiled was clearly intrigued by my answer. She responded by asking "So have you ever had any cock?!"

"Well, I've never had sex with a guy, but my friend Rich and I used to jack each other off with my fleshlight while we looked at foot fetish pictures and videos and did weed together."

Her eyes popped open in excitement. "Wow, tell me about that!"

"Well, it was the first few years that I was online and he and I met in a foot fetish forum and found out that we had almost exactly the same taste in our foot fetishes, and that we did weed. He lived in eastern Ohio, and I drove to see him about once every two months and he did the same to me. When we were together, we'd strip nude, sit next to each other in front of the computer, get fucked up on weed, and look at foot fetish pictures and videos together while one of us jacked the other off with my fleshlight."

Anita's eyes were open wide and her mouth hung open while I told her that story. "Oh shit, that's fucking hot! Tell me more!"

"Well, I would jack him off until he came, then he would do the same to me, and we'd go back and forth the whole weekend!"

"So, describe exactly how you did it!"

"Well, I grabbed his hard on by the shaft with my left hand, pulled up the skin so that it covered his head, held the fleshlight in my right hand, put his cock inside the fleshlight, slightly bent the fleshlight down to put more pressure on his cock, and slowly jacked him off until he came! And then he did the exact same to me!

"So you've actually held another guy's cock in your bare hand?!"

"Yes!"

"How did you like it?!"

"I didn't get off over it, but it didn't bother me at all. I just looked at is as two friends helping each other get off. We both agreed that we'd get more pleasure sitting back and watching the foot fetish pictures and videos, and being jacked off, even though each of us fantasized that it was a girl doing the jacking off."

Anita was even more excited from the story now, and the euphoria from the weed was starting to clearly show. "Okay, tell me something else!"

"Anything!"

"Between you jacking him off and him jacking you off, did you wash out the fleshlight?"

"No!"

"So you've actually had another man's come on your cock?!"

"Yes!"

"And that didn't bother you?"

"Not at all!"

"And you were both stoned when you did all this?!"

"Stoned out of our fucking minds!"

"And where did you two sleep when you stayed together?!"

"We slept together in his bed or mine, depending of course on whose apartment we were at!"

"And did you both sleep nude?!"

"Yes!"

"And did you two take showers together?!"

"Yes!"

"Did you wash each other?!"

"No, we took turns; one of us would wash himself while the other stood under the shower head, and we went back and forth switching positions until we'd both washed and rinsed!"

Anita took a deep breath. She was now grinning from ear to ear, and looked like she was in a state of total eroticism. "Wow, that is all so fucking hot! I'm speechless! So when can I watch you two do all this shit to each other?!"

"Well, I haven't seen him in person for several years and I only have contact with him once in a great while now. He's married and has kids now, but I'll ask him if he'd be willing to do that so you can watch it!"

"Wow, that would be a huge fucking turn on for me!"

"Then I'll do anything I can to make sure you get to watch it!"

"Thanks honey, and I'll make sure you also get to watch me do anything you want me to!

At that point, she and I said nothing and deeply gazed into each other's eyes, clearly crazy for each other. Part of my heart belonged to Jenola in that Nebraska prison cell, but right now all of my attention belonged to Anita.

By now our weed cakes had come close to taking their full effect. After a few seconds of gazing, she closed her eyes, and I instantly followed suit, then tilted my head and slowly moved my face toward hers until our lips touched. The instant we met, our mouths opened and we had a long, deep, passionate kiss while she rubbed her right sole on my left leg and my left hand gripped and squeezed her right ass cheek.

Our tongues slowly made passionate love to each other and explored each other's mouths. After a couple of minutes, I rolled her on top of me, which got her more aggressive, and I felt wetness from her cunt rub onto my waist.

Meanwhile, she felt my pre-come on her skin, as my hard on was soaking wet and sandwiched between our bellies.

She then raised her front off of mine just enough to fit her right hand in and grab my shaft. That caused me to gasp, at which point she looked up at me sensually and our eyes made contact. Far removed from her mushiness of just a few minutes earlier, she now looked like she was a sexual beast, concerned with nothing but the two of us getting off.

She and I stared at each other intensely as if daring the other to make the next move. After about a minute, she got up, went to her shorts, checked her left front pocket, pulled out a small object, kept her back to me for close to a minute, then returned to the bed and knelt between my legs. She then opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out as far as she could, showing a tongue ring. I gasped in excitement, knowing how much tongue rings enhance blow jobs.




Jenola and Anita Ch. 02



As she and I gazed deep into each other's eyes in extreme seriousness and sexual anticipation, she lay down on her front between my legs and grabbed my cock with her left hand and my balls with her right hand. While her eyes were still locked with mine, she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, as if ready to begin the blow job. But as much as I wanted it, I wasn't quite ready for it yet.

"Wait!" I told her in excitement. She paused for several seconds, waiting for me to continue. I quickly added "69!" Anita smiled and shifted into that position, but was about to find out that her idea of a 69 was different than mine!

As Anita took my cock into her mouth for the first time, I ignored her cunt, which I planned to go down on later that night, and worshipped her soles, as zealously as I did four nights earlier. Still, she showed no disappointment. She slowly and sensually jacked me off, both with her lips and her left hand, and seemed to be acquainting herself with my cock.

After just a few strokes, she already seemed to be completely comfortable with it and then fully dove into the blow job. While continuing the jack off with her lips and hand, she now rubbed her tongue ring up and down on the area immediately under my spout, pressing hard and causing me one of he greatest sensations I'd ever felt. And as if that weren't enough, she started fondling my balls and scrotum a few seconds later, increasing my pleasure even further, especially when she gently glided her fingers on the back of my scrotum. And to top it off, her amazing soles were covering most of my face, getting profusely kissed, licked, and sucked,

Anita was so amazing in her performance, and I was so hot for her, I wasn't able to hold my four day load as long as I wanted to. After only three minutes, I realized that I was about to come, but her soles covered my mouth, stopping me from my usual orgasmic gasping.

As euphoria filled my entire body, my first shot came out. She slightly jumped but continued the blow job just as she'd been giving it to me, and finished me off like the pro that she clearly was. Sex dramatically changed Anita. Normally, she was timid, passive, and insecure, but during sex she was extremely confident.

After my last shot, she kept going through the same motions, making sure I had finished coming. After about 10 seconds, she took my cock out of her mouth and knelt between my thighs. Our eyes locked together again and our faces were both expressionless. A few seconds later, she swallowed my entire load in two gulps.

As soon as that was done, she grinned and spoke, sounding tired but also happy and amazed. "God damn, that was a big fucking load! Shit!"

"Four days' worth, saved up just for you, Honey!" I said.

At that, she widely opened her arms and leaned over to cuddle with me, but I had another plan. Having just worshipped her soles instead of going down on her, I felt compelled to show her that I want to please her as much as she wants to please me. As soon as we embraced, I suddenly rolled over so that I was on top of her, then immediately slid down and gave her cunt the same treatment I'd just given her soles.

As my open lips approached her soaking wet cunt, she let out a loud gasp. I went right to work, slowly rolling my tongue, and pressing it hard, all over her clit and the top of her hole. The moment my tongue touched her cunt, she began breathing heavily and her body tightened. And for the first time, I realized that she shaves. I'm so focused on the foot and especially the sole, I rarely take notice of the appearance of a woman's cunt, though I love the way a cunt feels when wrapped around my cock.

Anita came within 20 seconds and had a new orgasm every minute or two, each one longer and more intense than the last one. Realizing the pattern, I slowly but steadily increased my speed and she correspondingly squeezed her thighs more tightly on my head. 

After five minutes, she had gushed out so much come, it got into my nose and I had to raise my head to breathe, at which time I grabbed the blanket and wiped some of the come away.

The moment I stopped the face job, Anita immediately begged me through a gasp "No, don't stop!" But she quickly realized why I had stopped and then simply lay back and waited for me to continue, which happened in just a few seconds.

Just five days earlier, I answered this woman's ad, only in the hope of worshipping her soles regularly until Jenola was released from prison. Now I was equally in love with both of them and hoped I'd never have to choose one or the other. But nevertheless, my sexual needs wouldn't go away and wait for Jenola. I hoped she'd understand and I was glad that I was taking care of three of Anita's needs - money, sex, and weed.

One thing that made Anita much different than any woman I'd ever gone down on is that she didn't moan at all. But that didn't bother me as her breathing, gasping, and tightening told me that she loved what I was doing to her.

After about 15 minutes, I felt my hard on start to come back. I wanted desperately to fuck her, so I turned on the speed and licked her as hard and as fast as I could. She came again very quickly and this time shook violently, sat up with her mouth hanging open and her eyes tightly shut, and tugged on my arm pits. I dove on her, grabbed her by the hair, jerked her up and grunted in her left ear "Anita, you taste so fucking good." At that, she and I passionately kissed hard and fast, swishing her come around our mouths.

We kissed for several more minutes, until our mouths started to dry out, at which time I went to the bathroom and poured water into a plastic cup. She and I shared four cups together before we no longer felt thirsty. I quickly fell asleep right after that, but long before the sun rose, I woke up spooning Anita as we lay on our right sides and I held her tightly. It must not have been that long since I fell asleep, because we were both still totally fucked up. Upon waking up, I felt her slowly rub her ass back and forth against my cock, which was now completely hard again. I slowly slid my left hand down and touched her cunt to find out if it was wet. It was soaking, so I decided she was ready.

I slowly slid away from her while laying her gently on her back. Showing how strong our unspoken communication and sexual chemistry already was. The moment I let go of her, she spread her feet shoulder width apart. Part of me wanted to go slowly and have a lot more foreplay. But I wanted her so much, I was overwhelmed, and that's the part of me that won out. And because she was so wet and had a lot of foreplay earlier that night, I didn't feel bad about not holding back longer.

Acting calm and business like, I climbed on top of Anita and locked my eyes with hers as we stared intensely at each other. The lamp was still on, and had it not been, I would've turned it on, for the intimacy of the eye contact. I then grabbed my hard on with my left hand, wrapped my right arm behind her back, covered the the head of my cock with the skin, placed the head at her slit, and slid myself in. Though I longed to fuck her while she's down on all fours, I wanted our first time to be eye to eye.

I lay my upper body on hers and slowly thrust in and out, getting a feel for her cunt. I was amazed that a middle aged woman was so tight. She felt like an 18-year old virgin getting her cherry popped. The first couple of thrusts, she lay still, as if observing how I was going to do it. Then she joined in, moving her body perfectly in sync with mine.

"Anita," I gasped after just a few thrusts, which turned out to be the only thing either of us said to the other during the fuck. I then started driving myself in and out so that I hit her G spot with every thrust. Shortly after that, she started grinding on me, which drove me crazy. Also enhancing the fuck was the sound of her juices building up and bubbling from my cock's movement.

Like when I went down on her, Anita said nothing, but again her breathing, gasping, and tightening said enough. Usually if I've come earlier in the night, I can hold my come for 10 minutes or more the next time I get hard. But this time, I was way too turned on for that. For the last five days, I'd thought so much about fucking her, I was completely overcome by my feelings now that it was happening.

After only about five minutes, I felt my orgasm begin. I continued fucking her slowly, as that gives me the best euphoria when I come. I gasped loudly and kept my eyes completely on her. I completed our first fuck together by shooting her a load much bigger than what I'd usually shoot after coming earlier that night.

After an orgasm that lasted about a minute, I stayed inside of her and our eyes remained locked on each other. After a few minutes of very emotional silence, Anita started crying. "Are you okay, Honey?" I asked gently.

"Yes," she said, very assuringly.

"Why are you crying, Honey?!"

"When I called you today and told you that we couldn't do our session, I was afraid that I'd never see you again and that you'd just find another girl for your foot desires."

"No, Honey; I'd never stop seeing you!" I said, trying to be as assuring to Anita as she had just been to me.

"Now I know you wouldn't, but I didn't at the time. And now, just a few hours later, I think we're going to be together forever,"

"Of course we are, Honey!"

"Oh God, I love you so fucking much."

"I love you, too, Anita. I'll be your boyfriend and your whore forever."

At that, Anita became a lot less tearful, as well as more cheerful and humorous "Wow! After my husband left me, I never thought I'd even have another boyfriend again! And I sure as fuck thought I'd never have a whore!"

"I'm glad you're so happy about it!"

"I'm the happiest I've ever been, and I promise I'll be your girlfriend and your whore forever, too!"

"I think we need to have a special ceremony! Some couples take vows to be husband and wife, but we should take vows to be each other's whore! And weed buddy also!"

"That would be so appropriate for us!"

"It sure would. And I should also take vows to have you as my sole queen forever!"

"Oh shit, we're so fucking kinky and perverted, but I just fucking love it!"

"Me too, Honey!"

At that, we slowly and gently kissed with open mouths, but were too tired to go any further. The weed soon started to wear off, and we fell asleep pretty quickly after that, without saying anything else the rest of the night.

I could hardly wait for my future with Anita. She had such an open and erotic mind, heightened by weed, I knew that every encounter with her would be absolutely mind blowing - a new adventure in which she and I would continue to explore new sexual territory. I was still very much in love with Jenola and wanted things to work out with her, too. But no matter what, at least I had my amazing new whore, Anita, and I hoped to be as much of an amazing whore to her.

TO BE CONTINUED



Jenola and Anita Ch. 03



CONTINUED FROM CHAPTER 2

I woke up to the ringing of our hotel room's phone. Anita and I were still spooning and she was still in a deep sleep. Because she just just started doing weed again after seven months, and had experienced high stress the day before, her body had crashed hard. I was tired, too, but because I had done weed almost every day for the last 12 years, I didn't crash that hard from it.

I answered the phone and it was the lady at the front desk, calling to tell me that it was now 12 PM - an hour past checkout time. I told her that we'd be staying for another day, then rested my face on Anita's soles.

I slept off and on over 2 1/2 hours, staying in that position the whole time. Then I woke up to country music. It was the ring tone of Anita's phone, inside one of her pants pockets. I ran over and grabbed the phone on the third ring. The caller was shown as Debbie and the time as 2:37. I quickly woke Anita up. She slightly opened her eyes and looked very groggy.

"It's Debbie," I said while handing Anita the phone. She showed no reaction, but accepted the call and spoke after a few seconds.

"Hi, Honey," Anita said, sounding extremely tired.

"Hi, Mom!" I heard Debbie say, very enthusiastically.

"What's going on, Babe?"

"What's going on with you?! You sound like you're totally fucked up!"

"I'm not now, but I sure the fuck was last night!" Anita said, still sounding very tired but now happy as well.

"Oh, so you got your filthy hands on some more weed last night?!"

"Yes, and I'm bringing lots of it home to you, Honey!"

"Fuck yeah!" Debbie exclaimed, sounding very much like a typical teenage girl. Anita grinned but was slow in thinking of something to say. After a few seconds of waiting, Debbie spoke further. "So did you get it from the same dealer as last time?!"

"Yeah!"

"Okay, I think I've figured it out! He lives in Seymour and your car broke down while you were going to get a stash of shit for us!"

Anita continued grinning and didn't have the energy to fully explain the situation, so she simply replied "Something like that!"

"So does that mean you're going to get it regularly from this guy?!"

"Sure does!"

Debbie now sounded like she was about to go into cheerleader mode. "Alright, Mom; way to fucking go, girl!"

"Anything for my daughter and BFF!"

"Awww, you're so sweet!"

"So are you, Honey!"

"That's because you raised me!"

"I don't know about that, but thanks anyway!"

"You're welcome, Mom; you fucking earned it!"

"You're an amazing girl naturally, Debbie; your dad and I had nothing to do with it!"

"Come on, Mom; you had lots to do with it!"

"I guess if you say so!"

"I do say so, and I fucking insist!"

"So does that mean you'll kick my big fat ass if I argue with your insisting?!"

"It sure the fuck does! And my big fat ass can fucking out kick yours any day!"

"I know it can, so I guess I better shut the fuck up and let you win!"

"Yes, you fucking better!"

"I love you, Honey!"

"Awww, I love you, too, Mom!" Anita blushed but said nothing. After a few seconds of silence, Debbie spoke further. "So when are you coming home?!"

"Tomorrow," I whispered to Anita.

"Tomorrow," she repeated. "You think you can hold down the fort for one more day?!"

"Oh yeah!" Debbie responded.

"You think you can survive one more day without weed?!"

"Of course! Before Sunday, I hadn't had any in seven months!"

"I'm fucking amazed we both survived those seven fucking months!"

"Yeah, me too!" Debbie said while laughing.

"Hey, Honey. My phone is down to 23% and I didn't bring my charger with me, so I better save my battery in case I have an emergency."

"Yeah, I understand; that's a good idea."

"But hey, if you need to talk more, call me here at my hotel room. I'm at the Motel 6 in Seymour and I'm in room 204." Anita then gave Debbie the motel's phone number.

"Okay! And I'll definitely call you tonight to see how you are."

"Thanks, Honey."

"You're welcome, Mom."

"Well, thanks for calling and have a great day, and take care of your little brother and sister!"

"I will!"

"Give them both a big hug from me!"

"I will! And you get totally fucked up tonight for me!"

"I will! And we'll get totally fucked up together on Friday!"

"Mmmm, I can hardly wait!"

"Me too, Honey!"

"Well, I miss you and I'm happy you'll be home tomorrow, and I'm happy that you have a good weed supply in the meantime!"

"Thanks, Honey, and I miss you, too!"

"I love you, Mom!"

"I love you, too, Debbie!"

Debbie then kissed her phone, Anita followed suit, and they both hung up.

I spoke immediately afterward, in awe of the conversation I'd just heard. "Wow, you and Debbie sound like you have an awesome relationship."

"We do!" Anita said proudly.

"So tell me about your kids!"

"Well, Debbie is my oldest. She's 17 and a senior in high school. Then Marissa is 13 and in eighth grade, and Jonathan is 10 and in fourth grade."

"That's great! Do you have as great a relationship with the other two as you do with Debbie?"

"Well, I love them all equally, but Debbie's the one I'm closest to, for a long time."

"Why's that?"

"We have so much in common and, each of us is the other's best friend. We like all the same music, we do weed together, we're into the same computer games, we became Wiccan together five years ago, and the other two kids have no interest in any of those things. And besides that, she's the only one of the kids who understands the shit I've gone through and knows how to help me with it. She pulled me through the divorce all by herself."

I wanted to talk to Anita about the divorce in the near future, but thought it would be better for her if she took another day or two for relaxation. So I tried to lighten the conversation. "And it sounds like she has her mom's filthy mouth, too!"

"She sure the fuck does! Oh shit, you should hear me and her when we really get going!"

"Well, having heard you a lot, I know you have a very filthy mouth, and I love it!"

"I'm glad you do, but when me and Debbie hang out together, we're both about 10 times worse than what you've heard!"

"I can hardly wait to hear that!"

"You like girls with filthy mouths, huh?!"

"I fucking love them!"

"That's good! If you didn't, I'd have a very hard time keeping my words clean around you!"

"Well please be assured you don't have to do that!"

"That's good! Hey, do you have a picture if your other girlfriend?"

"Yeah, just a moment!" I said as I went to my jeans and got my iPhone, where I'd saved the picture of Jenola from her personal ad. I opened the picture, handed Anita the phone, then immediately lay back down and started cuddling with her again.

As she saw the picture, her eyes opened wide and her chin dropped in excitement. "You have a black girlfriend?!"

"Yes!"

"Oh my God! Black girls are hotter than fuck!"

"I know!"

"Have you ever had sex with a black girl?!"

"Yes, lots of times!"

"How is it?!"

"It's mind blowing, every time, just like with you!"

Grinning and blushing, Anita said "Wow, that's the best compliment I've ever gotten!"

"Well, you earned it, Honey!"

"Then I'll try to keep earning it!"

"Just keep doing what you've been doing and you will!"

"I sure will, for you! But what is it that makes me as good as these black women you've been with?!"

"Your body and your mind are totally fucking hot, you have no inhibitions at all to prevent you from achieving your sexual potential, you have a filthy mouth, and you're a stoner!"

"So are you saying black women are like that?!"

"Yes!"

"And you're saying I'm like a black woman!"

"You sure the fuck are!"

"Wow! I can hardly wait to be with one! It's been a fantasy of mine since I was 14!"

"Would you like to be with Jenola?!"

"Oh, fuck yes! She's luscious!

"Oh yeah!"

"So does she have all those qualities you mentioned that black women and I have?!"

"From what I can tell so far, yes! And she's been arrested for weed three times!"

"Wow, I've been arrested lots of times, but never for that!"

"How have you avoided it?!"

"I never did weed until six years ago."

"Seriously?!"

"Yeah."

"Why not?"

"I had been an alcoholic since I was 13, and my sister had been since about the same age. Alcohol was all we did. But then she got sober seven years ago, and a year later, right after I got out of jail for my last DUI, she told me that weed is what got her off of alcohol. She said weed left her feeling so much better and she offered me a joint. I tried it and it instantly became my new obsession."

"That's great! Does it leave you feeling better, too?"

"Oh yeah, weed is totally fucking awesome. My life's been so much better since I stopped alcohol and started weed."

"How so?"

"Alcohol made me a fucking bitch. It made me violent and angry. Weed makes me euphoric, relaxed, peaceful, and horny."

"That's exactly what it does to me!"

"I can tell!"

"How long has your daughter been doing it?"

"She started when she was 12 without my permission, and then we started doing it together when she was 14."

"So when she started without your permission, did she steal your weed?"

"Yeah! We didn't get along very well during my alcohol days, then suddenly when I switched to weed, we got along awesomely and became super close. After about a year, she asked why I changed so much and I told her it was because of the switch. So she wanted to start doing weed right away. I told her not until she was 18, but she stole it from me all the time and then when she was 14, she and one of her friends got arrested for it. I wanted to make sure that she didn't have anymore legal problems, after how hard that's made my life, so I told her that from now on, she can do weed at our house as long as she doesn't have school the next day."

"That's the best way to do it. That way you know she's safe, instead of doing it at a party where she might get hurt."

"Oh yeah, that's exactly what I was thinking. And it's worked. She's a virgin, she hasn't gotten arrested again, she stays home every Friday and Saturday night, and we hang out and do weed together. Each of us is the other's best friend."

"Is she fun to get fucked up with?!"

"Oh yeah, we have a fucking blast every time! We just lie in my bed, listen to the radio, eat potato chips, talk a bunch of shit, and smoke 'til we pass out!"

"Wow, that sounds awesome!"

"It is! It's the best!"

"So do you two share a room?"

"Well, she has her own room, but we sleep together in my bed the nights that we do weed."

"Cool! What do you wear?"

"We both wear a long T shirt, but we both sleep nude when we sleep alone."

"Nice!"

"Which part of it?!"

"All of it!"

"I'm glad you think so!"

"I was wondering, since you said you hadn't gotten any weed since your husband left you, is he a stoner also?

"No. I got my weed from my sister until she moved to Florida three years ago, and then my husband got it for me for the rest of our marriage."

Suddenly Anita's phone rang. She answered on the second ring and was informed that her car was ready to be picked up.

As she hung up, I said "How about I take you to get your car, we'll get something to eat, spend tonight here, then drive home tomorrow?"

"That would be great!" she responded.

"Hey, I just realized, I don't know where you live!"

"Edinburgh!" That's a blue collar town about 40 miles south of my apartment.

"That's not too far away!"

"I'm glad you don't think so!"

"Hey, I'd gladly drive much further than that to have those soles!"

"I never had any idea that getting my soles licked and massaged would feel so good."

"We fill so many needs for each other, it's amazing."

"It sure is!" At that, we smiled and gazed deeply into each other's eyes for several seconds, then open mouth kissed for about a minute. It could've easily turned into more sex, but I knew we needed to pick up her car and figured that we'd have plenty of sex that night.

So I suddenly pulled back, smiled invitingly, and suggested "Let's take our first shower together and then go get your car before the place closes!"

"That's a great idea! Just let me go to the restroom first!"

She instantly got out of bed and started walking toward the restroom. I immediately followed suit but she didn't seem to notice until she entered the restroom and started to close the door. She looked confused and I explained "I want us to get in the shower and you piss on me, Honey."

Anita smiled, blushed, and spoke after a short pause. "Well, I'd love for us to piss on each other, but I have to take a dump!"

"I'd love to watch!" She paused, her grinning and blushing intensified, and she stared at the floor. After about 15 seconds, I spoke again. "Please!"

After about five more seconds, she suddenly hugged me, which I immediately reciprocated. She then looked at me eye to eye and said in a serious tone "Anything that you want me to do for you, I will. Always."

"No matter how fucking perverted it is?!"

"No matter how fucking perverted it is!"

I grinned, took her by the hand, and positioned her so that she was standing with her back to me and one foot on each side of the toilet. Then I got down on my knees, placed my fingers on her hips and my thumbs on her inner ass cheeks, and spread her cheeks as far apart as I could. I paused and admired the sexiness or her rosebud for a few seconds, then enthusiastically told her "Fire away!"

Instantly, she grunted and a massive chunk of jet black shit, about 18 inches long and six inches around, shot out of her ass like a torpedo. That was followed within a few seconds by several much smaller chunks. Anita clearly felt relieved, took a few deep breaths, and asked "So did that turn you on?!"

"Oh yeah, I've always thought it's sexy to watch! Now I want to clean you up!"

"That would be great!"

At that, I stared for a few seconds at the huge mountain of Anita's shit in the toilet, flushed it down, took her by the hand, and walked her to the shower. "How do you like the shower water to be, Honey?"

"A little more hot than cold," she said.

"Cool, that's the way I like it as well." I then set it as such. "Does that feel about right honey?"

She stuck a couple of fingers under the water and said "It's perfect!"

I then flicked the switch to send the water through the shower head, took her by the hand, stepped into the tub, and guided her in with me. At first, we stood facing each other in the water steam until we both got soaked. Then we stepped back and Anita washed me from the shoulders down, placing particular emphasis on my cock.

While she was washing my cock, which gave me yet another hard on, she grinned and said "I just got a very hot idea!"

"What's that, Honey?!"

"Well, you told me that you and Rich used to get fucked up, jack each other off, shower, and sleep nude together?!"

"Yeah."

"I want to watch you two shower together and wash each other this time!"

"I'd be glad to do that for you and I think he would, too!"

"And I want to oil up both of your bodies and watch you two wrestle each other nude on a slick surface, so you slip and slide all over each other!"

"I'm willing to do that for you, too, and I hope he is also. And if he isn't, I'll find another guy to do it with."

"Wow, that's going to be so fucking hot! And anything you want to watch me do, just let me know and I'll do it for you, too!"

"Wow, thanks for that red hot offer! I'll be thinking and I'm sure I'll come up with some fucking awesome ideas!

"And the key word there is come!"

"And fucking is a key word, too!"

We then stared and grinned intensely at each other for several seconds, but spoke no further for a few minutes.

I then washed her from the shoulders down, placing particular emphasis, of course, on her soles. But I saved her ass for last. I got down on my knees and started with each cheek, then her crack, and finally slid my left index finger all the way inside her ass, circling it around.

Like with our fucking the night before, after a few seconds, she quickly began moving her body in a perfect rhythm with the circling. After about a minute, I patted the back of her thighs as a cue to step forward. She did and I helped her rinse, but without rinsing myself.

As soon as she was rinsed, I stood her facing forward with the water stream hitting her chest. I then knelt behind her, pulled her ass cheeks far apart, placed the tip of my tongue on the bottom of her crack, slowly and sensually slid up the crack, and gave Anita her first rim job.

As my tongue made slow and passionate love to her rosebud, she began to softly moan. After about a minute, she grabbed the handle of the shower door with her right hand, kept her right sole flat on the floor of the tub, lifted up her left foot, tightly grabbed the head of my cock with her big two toes, and started slowly twisting the head around.

It was obvious by now that despite my original intentions, we were going to have sex before going to get her car. My rimming got more zealous, as did her twisting. And the longer that went on, the more I thought about how widely her asshole had opened for the dump she'd just taken. I realized that her ass could probably accommodate my cock, which is 7.25" long and 5.25" around. And I sure hoped so, as I'd never ass fucked but had long wanted to.

So after about five minutes of rimming, I gripped the back of her knees and slowly pushed on them. She took the cue correctly and got down on all fours. I then soaped up my cock even far more than it already was, grabbed her left ass cheek with my left hand, spread it as far away from her right ass cheek as I could, took my cock in my right hand, and placed the head on her rosebud.

I was going to jam it in no matter what, but I paused to see if Anita would react. And almost immediately, she said in her most sensual voice, "It's time to take a drive down my dirt road."

That gave me a great rush of excitement, even on top of what I was already feeling. I grabbed her around the waist with my right arm and slowly drove myself in all the way. As soon as I was completely in, I paused for about five seconds and then began a slow fuck. And once again, Anita waited a couple of seconds to observe my speed, then began moving her body in perfect rhythm with mine.

I instantly loved the feeling of my cock being up her ass. While I missed the elasticity of a cunt, this had a fantastic sensation of its own. The tightness was amazing and the soap worked very well as lube. And because Anita showed no reluctance to let me fuck her up the ass, and it seemed to cause her no discomfort or pain, I assumed she'd done this plenty of times.

After about a minute, I shouted "Oh Anita, you're so tight, Honey."

"You want it even tighter?" she asked in her most sensual voice.

"Oh yeah," I desperately cried out in ecstasy.

At that, she scrunched her ass cheeks together as tightly as she could. That sent a sudden sensation into my cock that dove me over the edge. As orgasm filled my body, I gasped loudly and shot a big load deep into her bowels.

As soon as I got soft, I exited her ass, lay her on her right side, and spooned her. By now, we were completely lost in our own private world of passion and didn't give a fuck about going to pick up her car. We just lay there on the floor of the tub, spooning and getting soaked. My only regret was that we weren't fucked up on weed. Had I known we were going to have sex in the shower, and especially that I was going to lose my ass virginity, I would've made sure that we each ate a weed brownie a couple of hours before.

Nevertheless, I was very happy and content with my large vanilla girlfriend. I hoped so much that in two years and three months, she and I would be spooning together with my large chocolate girlfriend, and that they would be as crazy about each other as I was about each of them, and each of them was about me.




Jenola and Anita Ch. 03



TO BE CONTINUED