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 "Have you thought about it?" I asked in my fantasy voice. As I did so, I let go and put a dab of cream on my fingertip. "Show me your oyster, baby." She sat on me, leaning backward and propping herself by her elbows against my raised knees. "I am a good chair for you," I said. She answered my question thoughtfully: "I used to get crushes on girls in high school."
"Did you take your electric pencil sharpener to school with you?"
She laughed and whacked me softly on the head. "I used to wait until I got home and then I'd masturbate in my bed. My mother would come in right during my orgasm and be all worried that I was sick or something. So after I was done masturbating I'd go out and she would have some steaming hot tea and cold remedies waiting for me. Being a girl, you can always get away with things like that by letting them think it's your hormones. Which, come to think of it, it was." While she spoke, I rubbed cream into her labia. I did her whole pussy so it was slick and had a whitish coating. Then I put my knees down and had her straddle me with her ass toward me. I started applying the cream to her asshole while we continued our little fantasy talk. "So when you were in bed masturbating, did you think about being with those girls?"
"I think it I had a muddle of boys' and girls' pretty faces and bodies in my head. Like the sitcom."
"Ah, I get it. It's a just a general sort of horny muddle."
"I think that's right. I mean—I've never actually thought about making it with a woman. I'm too traditional, I guess. It was hard being in school all day with the hormones and all those nice looking people around me."
I worked cream into her asshole and watched it slowly relax. She pulled away. "You're making me want to go poo." She rose. "I'll be back in ten minutes." She disappeared into the bathroom, and I sat watching a lingerie show with beautiful women and soft music as they modeled various skimpy outfits. K returned in 15 minutes. "I took care of it and then did an enema and washed myself inside and out. I think I'm squeaky clean for you. Let's go to bed." She extended a hand, and led me to the bedroom. She giggled as we crawled up on to the sheets: "I've never done this before."
I put on my fantasy voice (which was low, and mysterious, and sensuous): "You promised I could touch or lick any part of you because you were sorry for what you did."
Her fantasy voice was also lower and slower and sensuous. "Yes. I am very sorry that I whacked your nuts, and I want to make up for it by giving you an extra special treat. I was bad, and I want to be good."
I made her sit on all fours and wait submissively as I crawled up to her rear. "I will show you how to be good. You will stop being bad and be very good."
She sighed. "I hope I like being good."
"I will prove to you, my sweet little darling doll, that while you may enjoy being bad, you will really enjoy being good."
"What do I have to do?"
I lay under her looking up at her pussy. "You have to squat over me like you did before." She squatted again with her elbows on her knees, in a position that naturally spread her asshole for me. I first pulled her down close and sucked the irresistable little pink labia into my mouth. Tasting her pussy juice, and I had to force myself to stop. "I could go on sucking your pussy all day, but I am interested in playing with your asshole right now."
"I hope you will show me how to be good," she said.
I pulled her butt down and started licking the odorless, tasteless bloom of her super-clean asshole. I could feel her sphincter squirm as it grew wet from my spit. "Now you cleaned it really well?" I asked.
"If you smell anything, get away."
"That's a fair test." I had read that rimming is a fun thing, and many people discover it. It's called rimming because you run your tongue around and around the rim of your partner's anus, either on the outside, or on the inside edge. "Am I being good?" she asked.
"You are trying very hard, and I think you are on your way to becoming good." I continued rimming her, and felt her asshole loosen as she stopped being afraid and relaxed. Pressing my tongue like a little dick, I got the tip inside and pulled it in and out.
"Am I being good?"
"You are being good." I substituted my finger and finger-@ed her asshole. She smeared cream on her finger and worked that in. "Put your finger in next to mine," I said. Now we had two fingers in her asshole. She seemed to be enjoying it, for her eyes closed, and she did that swimming-the-head-around thing women do when they are feeling intense sexual gratification. "It makes me feel weak," she said. I helped her by pushing gently, so that she fell onto her side with one thigh cocked way up. We still had our fingers in her anus, and I crawled up close to lick around it.
These were the games we played during those rainy months when it wasn't much fun going outside, and there was so much to do by the fireplace or in the bathtub or in bed. Neither of us realized that there would be at least one visitor to our little fantasy world in the months ahead.
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