Ann and I

Chapter Four

The orgasm seemed to last forever, although it could only have been moments. Ann pulled her fingers out and leaned back over me. A hand moved back to my hair and her now glistening mouth loomed over my face. She had a broad smile and dancing eyes, like a mother looking at her tired daughter.

"I didn't think that would take very long" she chuckled; "I think my poor little pet has been a bit neglected" and she leaned in and gave a soft kiss. Her kiss was lips only, but mine parted slightly and the taste of my sex now filled my mouth as we shared our breath. She stroked my hair with her left hand, while the damp sticky fingers of her right hand curled along the slope of my hips.

"Such a lovely creature Deborah" she breathed as the haze of my orgasm subsided and the afterglow arose. We lay together for a few minutes. Ann undoubtedly realized my fragility and the intensity of my experience and gently cuddled and stroked me. However, the longer we lay, the more remorse I began to feel. Here was a stranger, someone I'd only known for perhaps an hour, who had bedded me with no resistance, who had me calling her name in ecstasy with my thighs spread wide. The experience had fractured every tenet of morality I'd held and the implications were beginning to set in.

Ann perhaps sensed the growing change in mood and lifted herself off the couch, taking my hand with her and pulling us to our feet. She stood a few inches taller than me and looking down, she embraced me in a hug.

"Let's leave this room" she said in a hushed voice, followed by "I'd like to see your bedroom. Is it up the stairs?"

"Yes, but Ann..." I began to reply, but again, she quickly cut me off.

"It's okay pet. Let's just go up there before a gardener or nosy neighbor looks in and sees us."

She was right. Our living room featured oversized windows that overlooked our backyard and the lake our community surrounded. While no one would probably look in, there was the slight chance that they could have, and my embarrassment grew more acute as I stood there nude in the broad daylight.

Ann followed me up the stairs, and I felt shame knowing her eyes could plainly see every blemish of my backside. I never even paraded around nude in front of my husband, but Ann was experiencing me in ways the man I've lived with for fourteen years never has.

Pictures of my family hung along the hallway. As we moved toward the bedroom, my eyes avoided them...

"These are your daughters?" Ann asked, "They are beautiful." She didn't comment on Cecil, but I could almost feel her chuckle as I glanced back and saw her eyes scan him.

We walked into the large master bedroom, the king size bed covered in over-stuffed pillows and comforter dominated the room. I moved to the windows and drew the blinds so that we could not be seen from the outside. Slatted rays of light still filtered into the room. The aroma of the room was fresh and familiar, strikingly different from the scent of sex that we had left downstairs.

As I turned away from the now drawn window, I saw that Ann had peeled off her camisole and bared her beautiful breasts. She had begun to slip off her skirt, revealing a black thong. She had no tan lines. She had also brought her purse, and before discarding it, she pulled a small vibrator out and set it on the night stand.

I'd told myself that we were moving away from downstairs for a bit of cool off and cleanup time, but now, standing nude in my own bedroom, I felt foolish and naïve. It was apparent that Ann was expecting more.

"Ann" I spoke, "This isn't really like me and I'm not sure we should pursue this any further."

Ignoring my words, she threw off a few of the pillows and pulled back the comforter from the bed. She turned and fixed me with her eyes; she said firmly, "Deborah, this is not all about you. Come here. We are not nearly finished."

My stomach began to turn as I realized Ann not only expected, but required, that she have an orgasm as well. I moved toward her reluctantly, but I understood the fairness of what she demanded. Perhaps, I thought, if I just did this quickly I could begin to distance myself from this whole strange episode. Ann slipped off her thong and threw it into the pile of her other clothes. She stood at the side of Cecil's and my bed waiting. Finally, I walked to her, accepting my responsibility.

"Good girl" Ann praised me when I reached her, taking hold of my hips and gazing into my eyes.

We swayed together for a few moments, our noses touched and our breasts lightly brushed against each other. Ann's sensuality was overwhelming again. The passion I'd felt from our first kiss began to creep back over me.

Ann drew back slightly and placed a hand on my shoulder, gently but firmly pushing me down. I knelt onto my knees. She lowered herself and settled her bottom just on the edge of my bed. Her knees curled and parted, exposing the tanned flesh of her inner thighs. No more words were needed. She reached out one more time, cupped the back of my head with the palm of her hand, and drew me to her smooth, shaved sex. Its natural fragrance filled my senses as my nose and mouth neared her and what had begun as surrender, became desire. I spread my fingers along the high of her thighs and almost of its own will; my tongue began haltingly to lap, painting lines along her labia. Ann removed her hand and leaned back on her elbows. Her voice filled the room with sounds of pleasure.

It was not long before I felt the desire to give her the same sensuality and pleasure that she had given me. I began to understand where the whole morning was leading me. The intimate parts of the female body suddenly seemed like the fruit Ann and I had shared, so exquisitely beautiful and natural. Something no one could improve on; created as a gift to enjoy. My increased desire seemed to make my tongue more artful. I moved it in brush strokes, up from her labia and onto the folds that enveloped her clitoris. I pushed my tongue deeper and I found her clitoris hard and eager for my touch. My tongue moved instinctively, swirling in circles up and down and around her clitoris, Ann's voice grew louder and urged me on.

"Put two fingers in me" she called out.

I reached inside her, beginning to finger fuck.

"Slower" Ann screamed "Press there! Oh shit! Yes! Another finger!"

My nose and mouth were covered with Ann's sex. My face and fingers tried to match the rhythm of her hips. Pulling back to catch a breath, Ann's hand caught me by the back of the head and pulled me back onto her.

"Eat me" Ann hissed.

The softness of her inner thighs squeezed against my head and every one of my senses were replete with Ann's sex.

"Look at me" she commanded.

I looked up, my tongue still lapping and fingers knuckle deep, and met her steady gaze. She had a wicked look; her eyes twinkling, but more sinister than before and a smile that almost suggested mockery and triumph more than shared joy. Her breasts heaved as she leaned back, and her hips moved in rhythm with my caresses as though riding a horse. She was rapt in her enjoyment.

"Mmmm, yes my pet. You are quite good at this."

I could only give an imperceptible nod as I continued to focus my tongue on her labia and clitoris.

Ann leaned back and picked up the vibrator. A low electric hum began to accompany the sounds of my mouth. She applied the vibrator to her nipples, and tilted her head back, with a broad satisfied smile.

Ann moved the vibrator along her breasts and chest, periodically giving me directions on where and how to use my mouth and fingers. The taste of her womanhood was at first shocking to me, but the longer I spent performing, the more natural and enjoyable the taste became. Ann was requiring me to give her pleasure, but I realized that seeing her enjoyment also gave me pleasure and the taste, scent, sounds and sights created an intense arousal.

Ann leaned forward and handed me the vibrator.

"Put it in me" she directed.

I slipped the vibrator inside her, slowly fucking her with it while my tongue continued to twirl along her exposed clitoris.

Ann's moans became louder and I could feel her body tensing. Her ascending orgasm took my arousal with her. My eyes began to flutter, and the image of our shared nakedness, my head between her thighs, filled my mind. She reached out and grabbed a fistful of my hair, thrust her clitoris onto my lips and sang out. The sounds of her orgasm echoed through the room. We rocked in unison, locked together in the throes of her climax.

Eventually I peered up to see Ann catching her breath, her thighs parted widely and glistening from perspiration and sex. She reached down and pulled me up onto the bed, she rolled me onto my back and thrust her right thigh between my thighs. She leaned in, her eyes close to mine and took the vibrator from my hand.

"You nasty, nasty girl. You loved that didn't you?" Ann chided.

She took the vibrator, still slick from her sex, out of my hand and flicked it back on. Ann leaned in and slipped her tongue in my mouth, and ran it hard to the back of my throat at the same time she slipped the vibe inside me.

I was already over stimulated and the sensation of the vibrator inside me shook me to my core. Ann stroked me with the vibe while her tongue hungrily fucked my mouth. My eyes closed tight as I felt my mind and body completely surrender to the sensations. Ann pulled her mouth off mine and my eye lids lifted to see her shake her hair back and then gaze back at me with a wickedly satisfied smile.

"Cum" she silently mouthed.

My breath expelled, my head tilted back and the part of my soul just below my front hips exploded, sending an eruption throughout my body. Aftershocks rolled through me as my consciousness faded to bliss.