It was a strange position. A wakening slowly, I tried to get myself oriented and then had to stifle a gasp as consciousness came in a burst of light. A strange position, sure enough-between her thighs, curled up like a kitten, a household pet. Or was it more like some sort of slave?
Almost instinctively, I stuck out my tongue and probed through the pubic hair to find the lips beneath, the soft and velvety lips of Lizabeth's cunt. I licked it-again almost by instinct, simply the natural thing to do!-and found the taste deliciously musky, uniquely satisfying as always. Ah yes, it was a familiar taste to me now, familiar indeed. How many times had I sucked this enticing and often demanding cunt during the night? How many times had it climaxed into my mouth while those two strong hands of hers gripped tight and held me in place?
For that matter, how often had it happened over the entire long weekend? That and so many other things. I couldn't remember. It was something to think about, though. Only I'd better stop licking before she woke up and had me doing it again. It wouldn't take much to get her started; such a sensual creature!
I turned sideways and rested my cheek upon the fragrant dampness, conscious of the rise and fall of her breathing above. It was still slow and even, a sure sign of sleep. Let me conserve my energy, let me just lie here and think. So many bits and pieces to recall, so many fragments of memory to relive. I too was a sensual creature now, these past few days and nights had made me so. Let me enjoy it once again, my introduction to sensuality…
The bathroom door was open. I passed it and then turned back to watch as the movement caught my eye, a flapping of her robe, an old terry-cloth thing she had dug out of one of the closets. It was too small for her and fell open at the slightest provocation; the back dangled and flapped now as she bent over the washbasin to scrub her face. And even through the thick fabric her body was visible enough to become a temptation, the heavy haunches swaying and jiggling suggestively in rhythm with her arm. I stood there with bated breath, too fascinated to continue on my way. And soon, somehow, I even found myself moving toward her, crossing the thresh hold for a closer view. I figured it would be easy to duck out and disappear as soon as she shut the water off.
I missed my cue, though. She must have reached for a towel while the tap was still running. Anyway, it was too late to make an exit; she had already swung around and spotted me, a quizzical smile on her lips. She turned back momentarily to swish out the basin and cut off the water before facing me again, evidently sure that I just wasn't going to run. Nor could I by then not after that one quick glimpse of how far her robe had opened in front.
It was wide open now. Her eyes twinkled, just barely visible above the towel as she dried her face. The urge to reach out and touch her to kiss that creamy flesh, all but overpowered me. I got a whiff of her body scent, subtle but seductive, and that too was overpowering. A shiver raced the length of my spine.
"Impatient, pussycat?" She spoke through the towel. "That's my sweet Sue-baby, always hot to trot." Then, jutting her hips, "Is this what you want? Yeah, it sure is. Come on then, why deny yourself a little pleasure? Here, come and get it."
I hadn't expected that, not here in the bathroom. But there was an arrogance in her pose, even in the demand itself, that raised my desire to a feverish pitch. Waiting might have destroyed this mutually shared mood of ours it just didn't seem right to ask her to hold off until we could get to the bed. My hesitation lasted no longer than a few fleeting seconds, and then I sank into a crouch and nuzzled up between her thighs, my parched lips parted and tingling for that first taste. The taste of cunt! I wallowed in the sheer sensuality of our kiss, the merger of lips with pubic lips-the erotic impact of Lizabeth's alluring flesh and my own subservient worship of it. On my knees in front of a whore; oh, it was low and degrading and yet suffused with an undeniable excitement, so thrilling, so terribly thrilling!
My heart pounded erratically, asking strange questions and coming up with stranger answers and making no rational sense out of the startling realization that I felt good kneeling in front of her like this. But who could be sensible in this moment of unparalleled sensuality? I sucked frantically, deliriously, and felt only a sweet thickening of the thrill when she grabbed my hair, a great clutching handful of it, and hauled me into an even deeper intimacy, jamming herself into my frenzied sucking at the same time. It was as if she had to match my voracious effort with a fierce hunger of her own-and I grew increasingly giddy with the sensation of being gobbled up and gulped down, devoured by her omnivorous cunt.
It triggered something inside me. Incredible but already beyond doubt, marvelous, it was happening again. As much as I could make it happen to this wildly sensual woman, it was happening within myself. Kneeling there on the bathroom floor and nuzzling upward into the hot hair-fringed furrow between those provocatively quivering thighs, I couldn't help but recognize the heat beginning to seethe in my own flesh. Down there at the pit of my belly, the heat that would soon become a holocaust…
"Hey! You want me to come? I'll cream you a mouthful. Just show me how much you love it, my hairy old cunt! Rub your face in it, don't be prissy, smear it around inside me. In my cunt, my sexy cunt; don't you just love my big hot sexy cunt? Show me how much and I'll come for you, I'll come and come and come-and so will you, my hot little cunt lapper, we'll come together, both of us, we'll come and come and come… "
"Mmm… nnngg… "
"Now! With me! Together! Now!"
When she called me into the bedroom, I went hurriedly and hoped it was for sex. But she was standing by the dresser with her black negligee closed almost primly, waving her just-painted fingernails in the air. Not that there was anything prim about her, dressed or undressed or in that slinky garment, but it seemed apparent that sex wasn't on her mind at the moment.
"I could use some help, kid. Of all the stupid stunts! I just did my nails and forgot about the negligee, it'll have to stay on till they're completely dry. Only I feel awful without any perfume on, you know? Do my ears and the back of my neck. And then my tits, a dab on each nipple, will you?"
The negligee clung caressingly to every curve and contour. Sex appeal oozed from her creamy body, making it difficult for me to hold my desire in check. But there was a job to do; what choice did a poor frustrated girl have? Worse yet, it was bound to get harder as I went along. Even the very first whiff from the uncapped bottle sent me into a daze of misty intoxication. I persevered bravely, though, dabbing the musk-tinged stuff on her neck and ears with an accurate if somewhat shaky fingertip. It was only when I opened the negligee to get at her breasts that the task suddenly became impossible. But again I made the effort, rushing to get it over with now, touching her nipples fleetingly one after the other.
"What's your hurry, kid? You don't like my tits? Come on, pay a little attention to them, do it right, put some more on as if you meant it."
My apology became a mumble as I realized the significance of her drily voiced request. Maybe sex-of a sort, at least-wasn't exactly taboo. I slowed down this time, adding another generous dab and then rubbing it in with all five fingers bunched around the nipple. It stiffened to my touch, a breathtaking reaction, and now I simply couldn't resist the urge to cup the entire mound in my hand and put my lips to the swollen peak. I sucked instinctively and circled it with a pointed tongue-tip, moaning as the mingled taste and scent seemed to coalesce into one inseparable unit that in turn made my mouth and nose a single sensory organ. And soon my tongue flattened and began lapping of its own volition, an inherently designed caress that drew a tremor of obvious delight in response. I was on the right track, sure enough. Inspired now, I moved back and forth from one nipple to the other and at last plunged between them like a snorting and snuffling little animal, helpless in the grip of my own wild excitement: Her big breasts cushioned my head, cradling my flushed face in their incomparably receptive softness and cajoling me into a frenzy of amorous gratitude.
"Baby, you get better all the time. Oooh, the way you go for my tits! Like you went for my cunt. And like you'll probably go for my ass one of these days, huh?"
I shuddered. How sure of herself this woman was, how completely oblivious to the possibility of an objection; oh, if only she had sounded speculative, if only her voice had wavered just a little! But this implacable attitude of hers sapped my strength, my will, my self-confidence, leaving only a submissive young pseudo-lesbian who would probably do it right on cue. Go for her ass…
When the command finally came, I had conditioned my mind and was ready for it. Even a trifle eager, perhaps-to get it over with and end the suspense, I told myself. And yet, all to often, I had noticed and paid special heed to that nicely defined but still veiled backside through her skirt or negligee or whatever she happened to be wearing. The heavy but well-proportioned haunches, swaying with every step. The big buttocks jutting out behind, identical twins, perfectly matched. And always a hint of that dark vertical trench down the middle, an illusion of mystery. Never naked, though, since she seemed averse to running around without something on, and I only got to see the front side undraped, never the rear. That made me curious, naturally-another reason for my eagerness, quite logical-but I could also recall licking my lips unconsciously during those moments of intense observation. Wasn't there some unexplored significance in that?
No matter. The suspense was about to end. In the lamplight, right here on the bed we shared each night-the unveiling had already occurred, now it was up to me. The domed buttocks lacked nipples and had a deeper cleavage, but I couldn't help making a comparison with her bosom. An unfortunate comparison, as it turned out, now that I had buried my face between her breasts and found nothing mysterious, no sign of anything sinister. How could I reconcile that with this? A tongue is such a personal thing; did she really expect me to risk mine in that unknown darkness? Wasn't it a case of carrying a soul kiss too far? Shit! All that self-conditioning and I still wasn't ready.
"Little one? Isn't this what you've been waiting for?"
A real loud gutsy command might have done more good. Without it, I made just a tentative pass, a couple of browsing kisses that weren't unpleasant at all. But by the same token, neither were they going to satisfy anybody.
"Come on, kid, live dangerously. You loved my cunt. You loved my tits. What makes you think you won't love my ass?"
"Ummm… "
"You trying to tease me? Lick it, lick it, get right down into the crack and give it a good lick. Yeah. You're waking up, huh? It isn't so bad, is it? Get in deep-no, not all soft and mushy!-it's got to be stiff, a real stiff tongue so you can fuck me, you hear? Fuck me in the ass! Shoot that tongue right up my asshole and fuck me good!"
Much as I hated to admit it, Lizabeth was right again. I loved her cunt. I loved her tits. And now, how I loved her ass! It was as if I had wallowed in the shameful trough of my submission and rooted out a cluster of long lost priceless jewels. All I had to do now was lick them clean…
Was she still asleep? So it appeared. But there were signs of restlessness now; our last night together was ending. The wild weekend was over-except for right now, of course, and what better way to end it than this?
A familiar taste, sure enough. Familiar hair familiar vulva, familiar clitoris. I might not over suck this cunt again, but it would never fade from my memory. Would my sucking mouth ever fade from hers? I hoped not. But this last embrace, this last sweet plunge between these creamy thighs, well, I was doing it for myself alone-oh, you cunt lapper!-a secret to treasure forever…
From somewhere in the distance, a sigh sounded. Lizabeth was awake. Her quivery legs were getting tense. A hand was stroking the back of my neck. And I was lost. Lost in the feeling of moistness and the fragrance of musk. Lost in adoration of this woman who had shown me the beauty of a lost weekend. I barely heard the sob of fulfillment that she uttered.
Then-for a long time-there was no sound. No motion. Until a throaty whisper penetrated the silence and broke the spell and brought us back to the world of reality.
"Kid? That was the last one."
"Uh-huh."
"I'll miss you. Will you miss me?"
"Of course. You know I'll miss you."
"Good. I like that. And what will you miss most?"
"Uh, well… you know… "
"Tell me."
"Your cunt."
"That's all? Just my cunt?"
"I'll miss your tits."
"That's better. And what else?"
"Your ass."
"Glad to hear it. But how about the little hole that just loves your pretty pink tongue? Won't you miss that?"
"Oh, I will, I'll miss your ass hole, I'll miss your-"
"Okay, okay. Kid, we'll have to stay in touch, you know? I'll let you know where I am from time to time. And you do the same for me, will you? The way the two of us got along, maybe we ought to be lifelong buddies, right?"
"Uh-huh. Lifelong buddies… "