purpose in my new role. It no longer mattered that she had probably forced me into it. My body had grown too hot now, unaccountably, and was actually taking pleasure in this oddly intriguing twist. It was dominating my mind, pushing me to the point where I simply had to see and taste and know the essence of this woman's flesh-as if that knowledge would in turn reveal some long sought truth about my own. And down I went, the darkish gold tuft drawing closer, the aroma getting headier-until the sight blurred to a misty focus and the curiously alluring musk- scent made irresistible demands…
Then, abruptly-like a last-ditch protest my mind snapped back to total clarity and for one painfully lucid interval I emerged from my trance. The momentary horror if it chilled me. Conscience came alive to flash its alarm with stunning effect. What am I doing here have I become a lesbian? This body, this woman s body-so womanly!- is this what I want? This? The cunt of a whore?
But the interval passed and I didn't stop to answer my own questions. Nor could I even make myself care. Besides, it was obvious, all too obvious, even to my lust-befuddled brain. Damn night I wanted it! What other answer could there be?
Maybe it was the smell that had the final say, the seductive cunt-smell that already seemed as thick as any flesh. They engulfed me, one after the other, first the smell and then the flesh-as her fingers curled around the back of my neck and pressured gently but firmly, leaving no avenue of escape. I found my own excitement rising up and practically boiling over as her slippery vulva opened wide to welcome my face. In a frenzy of desire I shot out my tongue and plunged to the ultimate depth, almost grateful when she wrapped her legs around my head to keep me m place. Those thighs, so big and soft and cushiony…
'Mmm, all that enthusiasm! Not bad, kid, not bad at all. Damn good, in fact.' Her message sounded important and I strained to hear every word. 'And it'll be good for you too, believe, me. Just a little more, you'll see. Suck, suck! I’ll give you something to make you happy, I promise-right there inside my cunt!-happier than you've ever been in all your life.'
I complied urgently, anxious for the unknown something that was to be mine. And then her body shook and her thighs tightened, and I recognized the pleasure m my own untouched cunt as an extension of the pleasure that filled my mouth. It was as if I had achieved a great victory even in defeat-and with the advent of this incredible happiness, right there inside her cunt, a new era was beginning for me, a new era with a new set of values.
Chapter 14
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?'
