Part 3

Her eyes grew wild and her mouth frothy, saliva cascading on my face and chest as she spat on me, and her screams matched my own. She is a true sadist, deriving great sexual pleasure from my pain and debasement. I equaled her in my masochism; my cunt growing wetter than hers as she began pinching and yanking my nipples in-between delivering savage slaps to my breasts.

"You stupid fucking cunt!" She screamed at me while slapping and scratching my left tit. "I fucking LOVE pain-slut whores like you!" She leered at me when switching to abusing my right tit. "You're a nasty little bitch, aren't you?"

"YESSSS!!!" I screamed back, the force of my voice shocking me as well as her. The pain from my tits joined from the deep throbbing pleasure emanating from my clit and cunt, joining in a nexus both in my heart and in my mind.

"Harder," Carlos rumbled in a baritone as even and steady as his hold on me. "Slap the bitch harder." I could feel his cock moving against my back and the top of my ass, elongating and growing tumescent as June continued slapping my tits. He was a pocket sadist, I discovered, someone who derives great sexual enjoyment from watching others abused and debased. I recalled his hesitation when June ordered him to slap me a second time, and remembered his spanks to my ass while fucking my ass had been mere swats delivered in the heat of the moment. I doubted he could have abused my body as June was now doing, and I was glad June had not asked him to. I wanted and needed the very few sadists I bring between my legs to attach a wicked vigor in their punishments equal to my own in receiving them.

Finally done assaulting my now red and marked breasts, June moved her right lower on my body, grasping my abdomen in a series of crab-like pinches between her nails. She left a visible trail of marks down my tummy, serving as a pointer down from my abused breasts to my cunt. I did not relish what was to come next, yet I accepted it as another price of my passion, just as I would accept these next blows into my body.

She had Carlos pull my hair and bend me back until my knees were just to the point of buckling from the strain. I dug my heels into the pile of the carpet, glad I could perch my body with some sort of balance, and leaned back into Carlos's grasp. She did not throw her hand against me then, delivering a vicious slap to my exposed cunt, but warmly soothed and cupped her hand over my pussy. Her fingers spread open my lips, easing me apart before sliding her middle finger into my pussy.

"You're wet," she announced, stating the obvious, "you're enjoying this." Her finger began moving in me, sliding it in and out using my ample lubrication to ease its passage deeper in my pussy. "You really are a pain slut, aren't you? You're not faking this at all." She stood, marveling at this. "I've wanted to slap your tits and cunt since Thursday night. You're better than any rough-trade whore I've ever met."

No answer to her statements or question was required, and none was possible as I stood there gasping for breath. As if by their own volition, my hips began rocking back and forth on her hand, pulling her finger deeper into my pussy. This delighted her to no end. She began teasing me, pulling a bit each time, making me push my hips towards her hand until I could fuck my pussy on her finger.

"Did you ever work as a rough-trade whore, Susan? Or any kind of whore, for that matter? Did ever trade your pussy for cash?" Her cloyingly sweet tone sang out to me, hoping to extract a confession from me. "Tell me Susan: how many nights did you spend in strange rooms, laying back in strange beds, spreading your legs for strange cock, thinking nothing more than that white envelope full of cash waiting for you on the bedside table?"

I spoke not a word, yet my eyes told her all she wanted to know, answering her question with my desire.

She pulled her right hand back from my pussy, and then yelled out at me "Oh you fucking WHORE!" screaming the last word just as her open palm slapped my cunt. "You whore, you cock-sucking whore!" she screamed repeatedly, slapping me with every utterance of the word 'whore'. Carlos's cock stood rock-hard against my back, greatly enjoying this scene unfolding before his eyes. He held me tight, never letting my body swerve away from her, never letting me once protect myself from her stinging slaps.

I began taking these stings into me, gaining control over the pain, timing them with movements of my own, freely opening and flexing my legs tight; letting her hand zero in, the nails from her outside fingers scratch and claw between my legs as she repeatedly slapped my cunt. I began biting my lip, letting the pain pass that threshold where it mixes with pleasure, letting both combine in me, creating a mixture more potent than either one by itself. My chest heaving and my body glowing, my screaming 'NO!' at her, my begging her to relent, turned into a me screaming 'YES!' with equal vigor, a vigor equal to hers, both Carlos and me begging June to continue her abuse.

She finally stood back from me, breathless. We exchanged looks, knowing that at that very moment we had each found our match. She came over to me, Carlos letting me regain my full height, with her delicate and gentle kiss landing perfectly on my lips. Like comparing our dresses earlier in the evening, the contrast between her vicious slaps and her gentle kiss were perfect.

She let the moment stay between us only briefly, as both she and I knew we had more scenes yet to play out in our erotic drama. She had Carlos once again stand me tall, taking view of her handiwork over my scratched and marked tits, tummy, and thighs. She let out a low whistle, as I am sure I would later when I next took stock of my appearance before a mirror. Then, quick as a whip, using one of the moves she no doubt learned from Carlos during one of his kickboxing classes, she sucker-punched me, delivering a forceful jab right on my solar plexus, deep into the pit of my stomach.

Full stop, I fell to my knees before her. I had not expected that, had not accepted this blow into my body or my mind, had not made peace with this intense and sharp pain before June had Carlos lift me and bend me over the bed. He knelt beside me, covering the backs of my calves with his bent left leg, pulling my arms back and up, fully exposing my ass. My breasts screamed when pressed so roughly against the hard mattress, my body still heaving trying to catch my breath, and the back of my legs and ass involuntarily twitched and flexed, waiting for what would come next.

June... My delicious June... My sweetly cruel and erotic temptress, this gloriously kinky and creative tormentress... She quickly knelt across from Carlos, on my other side. Her hands lifted and parted my ass, her nails dragging along the length and breath of my hips, cross-hatching my flesh with unbridled erotic delight. It was not long before her hands began delivering vicious punishment to my upturned ass. Her stinging slaps and sharp nails finished what Carlos had started as she repeatedly marked the soft supple skin of my ass.

Her blows rained down without timing or logic, or at least according to logic only she understood. The welling and swelling increased, the heat rising deep within my body and surfacing on my skin, I felt so very flush, and wet. Pressed together as my thighs were I could feel my cunt engorge and flare, distending in a way which his fucking and her slapping had not previously incited from me, the essence from my pussy freely flowing out, coating the tops of my thighs and running down my legs. If June noticed she gave no indication, or perhaps it was she knew that by noticing she would break the spell, make me self-conscious at being so fully aroused though such wickedly vicious means.

What she did do was perfect. She began moderating her spanks, timing them with me, letting me raise my ass to meet her striking hand, letting me press my erect and abused nipples hard against the mattress. The very motion of my body against the bed, pressing my breasts flat against the hard mattress, rubbed my breasts and nipples against the sheet, adding to my arousal with every stroke. With every lift of my ass, preparing my body to meet her hand, I relaxed, unclenched, willed open my cunt and ass. With every stinging slap of her hand, I let her force drive me into the bed, rubbing my nipples against the bed, clenching and flexing my cunt and ass. She increased the tempo and strength of her spanks in response to this, the sound echoing through the bare room. She focused all her concentration on keeping herself in time with me just as she focused all her energy on spanking my ass.

She was silent, as was he. Both wanted what was to come next, almost as I did, yet powerless beyond her spanks on my ass and his holding me down to aide in this manifestation. It built within me, this reservoir of passion and lust, higher and higher in my body, the level rising with every one of her delivered spanks. It felt as if my body expanded to hold this within me, to hold my ever-shortening breath, my rib cage seeming ready to burst as my ass flared and rose to meet her every strike. My cunt... My sweet delicious creamy cunt... So properly fucked and repeatedly abused by these two earlier that evening, of its own volition and in response to no penetration, or any stimulation save the repeated clenching of my cunt and flexing of my ass and thighs, freely flowed until I felt the trickle of my essence streaking down the insides my scratched marked thighs.

It happened then. I could not believe it then, can scarcely believe it now, the sensations so foreign to me, but it did. She and he built me up to the point of bursting and I did. I gasped and pulsed and held for just the fraction of a moment before I cunt flared, my pussy opened, then I sprayed and squirted my cum from my body. The moment it began, the moment she sensed my release was at hand, June had Carlos left his leg from my calves, letting me spread open my legs, while having him pull my arms back up and even higher behind me. It pinioned me higher on the bed, pressing my face and shoulders deeper into the bed, my legs straightening and lifting my body up, with June continually spanking my upturned ass.

I had only 'squirted' twice, now three times in my life. Each time the sensation seemed foreign, out of body, otherworldly. It is like a sense of calm pervades through me, upon me, within me, emanating until my pussy opens and lets slip from me every single last sexual tension built up over the course of the evening, or the session, or whatever. The first time I was in a double-penetration with two men I had been with before, the man under me in my ass, the other man powerfully fucking my cunt, both cocks bare and slick in me, both men pulling and pushing me back and forth on their cut hard cocks, with me almost clawing my fingers against my clit. The second time was when sitting in the lap of a man I had known and enjoyed many times before, me facing away from him with his long curved and bare cock sliding deep in my pussy, hitting my spot with each stroke, his powerful hands lifting and lowering me on his delicious tool, my hands furiously rubbing my clit. Each time engendered extreme bare cock penetration by lovers I knew quite well coupled with lavish and intense clitoral stimulation. To this list I must now add: I got my mouth, cunt and ass fucked by a man I had met just that evening, then let a woman I had only know for 5 days spank and scratch and pinch my tits and cunt. Then, while getting vigorously and viciously spanked by her while he securely held me in place, I squirted so hard (they later told me) my cum shot back as if my body turned into a fountain, sending a series of jets arcing from my cunt until they splashed on the wall behind me.

It was with a heave and a long moan that my body finally came back down to earth, inhabiting the space between these two, kneeling and bent over the bed. Every touch sent shivers through my body; every movement seemed possible to send me back into delirium. Carlos (so June later told me) undid the snap attaching the cuffs behind my back and they lifted me to the bed. I pulling my legs to my body, squeezed my arms tight around me, and I lay in a near-catatonic state curled up in a fetal position on the bed. June sent Carlos for some water; she snuggled behind me, finally easing me down to the point where I could again make out my surroundings and form coherent speech.

June eased me up to a sitting position and I shakily took the glass from Carlos's hand. The water disappeared with a single elongated gurgling drink. Being a pain-slut whore and orgasmic fountain really takes it out of you, I suppose. I passed the glass back to Carlos, turned and kissed June, told her I was fine when questioned, then fell back to the bed with arms akimbo and my legs dangling off the side, and promptly passed out.

I woke with a start to find the cuffs no longer encircled my wrists. I sat up too quick, almost lost consciousness again, and then took quick notice of the mess of marks and bruises adorning the front of my body. There is a moment after waking from a spell of erotically induced petit-mort where I always question where I am, what I have done, and forget who is there with me. Simple movements along my body bespoke the many pleasures and pains I had received that evening. I turned to my right in response to noticing movements on the bed to find Carlos lying on his back with June lying on the other side of his body, gently sucking his cock.

With an audible pop, she disengaged her mouth from his cock, idly stroking his wet shaft with her right hand. Even in my daze, I recognized it for what it was; a gloriously delicious tool attached to an equally yummy man build for fucking. I envied the taste of his cock on her tongue and rolled to my side next to him. Passing his cock to my mouth, sharing as we had cigarette earlier in the evening, I closed my lips around the head of his cock and gave him a few tentative licks before I replaced her sucking with that of my own.

"Susan, are you OK?" She asked with genuine concern in her voice.

"Mmm-hmm" I hummed my answer, never letting his cock from my mouth.

"He wanted me to let him fuck you while you were passed out." She said, pulling his cock from my mouth and licking its side.

"Why didn't you?" I asked, joining her in licking his caramel treat.

"I was afraid you'd wake up and freak out!" She answered between overly salivating on then making lewd slurping sounds on his cock. "Though I will admit," she stopped and stared at me, "the thought of watching him fuck you and cum in you like that was enticing."

"We'll do that scene another time" I assured her, passing his cock back to him. I rolled off the bed, rose to my feet, and gingerly made my way to the nearby bathroom. Looking over my shoulder as I passed through the doorway, I saw June climbing on his body, with Carlos pointing his cock at her cunt.

I left the door open, wanting to hear the sounds of their sex. She was not alone in having every single tension of the evening built up in her body, and her screams to the almighty slipped past the doorway, down the short hallway, into the tiny bathroom and to my waiting ears. I smiled as I peed, thinking his tension too would soon find release.

She rested on him with her legs bent under her, squatting on his hips almost, her hands on his chest while she moved her body like a piston on his cock. I straddled his legs, scooting up behind her, pressing my breasts into her back. My arms reached out and circled her, cupped her breasts, while her legs fell to either side of his hips. I matched her motions with my own, sitting behind her as if we were riding a horse, riding along with her while she fucked his cock.

I kept my left hand on her front, letting my hand move over her breasts and past her tummy until my finger found her clit. I took my right hand to her mouth, let her suck my fingers deep within her mouth, coating them with her saliva, then slid my hand between our pressed bodies until the tip of my finger rested against her anus. She lifted herself up, let my fingers on her front pull open and expose her clit to my fingertips. By the same motion, she let my fingers, slick with her saliva, press into, and then slide into her ass. My finger went deep inside of her ass, made tight by his cock in her cunt, me feeling his every movement within her. I rested my other finger just at the top of the base of her clit, and then extended myself down lower on her, making small concentric circles around her clit.

Realizing she needed more was as easy as listening to her high-pitched voice begging me for the same. I withdrew my middle finger from her ass then joined it next to my ring finger and pressed both back inside her. She rocked back against me, enjoying this violation, this penetration, the sensation of both her cunt and ass filled by her lovers. My fingers on her clit needed little encouragement until she began shuddering and shaking against both him and me. I finally pressed my middle finger flat against her clit, pressed down until my finger circled around her cock-filled cunt as she had done with my ass, then pulled the length back against her, just barely scraping my nail against that nub of tender flesh.

I was kissing and licking her back, breathing against the back of her neck, letting her hear my soft plaintive wails of encouragement, asking her to cum for us. Her ass clenched hard against my fingers, me feeling his cock in her slide against my two fingers, separated by the membrane between her pussy and ass, letting her sense this dual sensation as well. Her clit twitched under my increasingly strong ministrations, her hands going to my left arm, digging her nails into my as-yet unmarked flesh. The grip of her hands and the clench of her ass grew tighter and tighter, pulsing with her heart, until she contracted and held, held perfectly still against my fingers and his cock, then threw her head back, pushed her cunt and ass against his cock and my fingers, and wailed her orgasm into the charged air of the room.

She yanked my fingers from her clit and pulled my left arm around her, yet continued riding his cock and my fingers, pulsing every bit of cum and tension from her body. I could feel her essence drain from her pussy, gathering as it had before pooling on his balls, and moving down until it added to the saliva coating my fingers, both used as slick lubricant for my fingers fucking her ass. She finally sat and rested against him, leaning back against me, catching her breath and letting her heart beat true. I gingerly slipped my fingers from her ass, placed both hands on her hips, and guided her to a padded landing until she lay next to him.

I busied myself spreading her legs, giving her cat-licks along the length of her engorged lips, then doing the same with his twitching cock. He had not yet cum again, and I sensed he wanted to take care of this as much as she and I did. She rose from the bed, seeking to find something along the periphery of the bed, while I in turn began sucking his cock. He petted the top of my head, a look of amazement passing over his face when our eyes locked. I pulled his cock out of my mouth, smiled at him, and then continued sucking him. Yes, I am insatiable.

June looked around the room and found what she wanted, and then announced what she wanted. She took both pillows in the room, carefully folding them together, pressed them against her tummy, and then bent over on the bed. I quickly moved from his cock to her ass, my vision from Monday afternoon returning to me. She was on her hands and knees before me, her ass lifting to my tongue. She must have remembered me telling her of this vision, for the next thing she did was to reach her hands back, spread her ass before me, and then silently invite me to continue.

My hands quickly replaced hers parting her ass, my mouth finding its way between her cheeks, and immediately I let her feel my tongue on her ass. I licked and nibbled on her cheeks, trailing my tongue from the base of her spine to the base of her cunt, bringing it back until her crinkled anus seemingly pressed against the tip of my tongue. She was nervous, excited, mentally preparing herself and her body for his enormous cock. I understood. My goal was not to dilate her, to open her; but to sense her fear and trepidation, to soothe her nerves and fears with my tongue, to prepare her ass for his cock.

Her wet shiny anus peeked out from behind toned and relaxed cheeks when I pulled myself back. Taking a dollop of lubricant, then handing the bottle to Carlos, I set about spreading it over her anus, letting her adjust her body before my slick finger pressed into her and lubed the rim of her ass. Carlos had lubed his cock well, taking pains to ensure his full length shone under the glare of the bedroom lights, absentmindedly stroking his shaft, waiting for his turn.

He would not have to wait long, as I moved to her right side, kneeling facing him, my hands still on her ass, spreading her open for him. His hands took the place of mine and I let my hands trail up her back to her neck, then I lay myself next to her, my face inches from hers. I did not need to see his cock stretch and open her anus; I did not need to see his cock sliding in and out of her ass; but I wanted to see and to kiss her face when he did all of this to her. She pulled her right arm between us; I clenched it with both hands, ready to let her squeeze the life from my hands when his tool slid past her barrier and he began fucking her ass.

She took a deep inhale of breath when the head of his cock made contact with her tender anus, then closed her eyes and bore down on him, letting her body open and relax, letting her passion build up again as she felt his cock slide past her rim and he began fucking her ass. He went deeper with each stroke, pushing her into and along the bed just as he had done with me, her body quaking then yielding to the sensation until, as I suspected when I looked back, the front of his hips met the back of her ass. He beautifully established his tempo, made his rhythm known to her, let her ass clench and grip and open to his slick cock. I could sense and looked back to check; yes, he was fully fucking her ass, giving her his full length with every stroke.

I held her right hand with my own and used my left to caress her face. She looked so perfect! I leaned my face over and let her lift her lips to mine; I felt her tongue on mine, and I could feel his rhythmic fucking of her ass transmuted through her kiss. His rhythm increased until her mouth stood open, frozen in a rictus that spoke volumes of her increasing pleasure. Long ago, perhaps the moment after the head of his cock pressed past the ring of her anus, she had passed through the barrier of discomfort and into the garden of ecstatic bliss. I remembered only too well how that sensation came to me, the desire for full and complete abandon, the sensation of my ass so very full of his hard, long cock.

"June, sweetie," I asked her in purring tones, barely above a whisper, "do you want me to rub your clit? Do you want that so soon after your last cum?" I sensed her cunt hanging open and full, dripping her essence to the pillow under her, and her elongated and engorged clit begging for attention.

"No," she said, groaning her answer in between his thrusts deep in her ass "I want... I want you to suck me after."

I kissed her open mouth again, licking her lips, letting my tongue travel deep into her open mouth. Of course, I would, I thought. I would watch while he came in her ass, or on her ass, and then roll her over to her back and let her feel my tongue on her clit. She would have her last orgasm feeling my mouth locked on her pussy.

"I still can't believe you took his cock like that." She murmured, again almost gasping her response, remembering how his ass-fucking of me had ended. "I can't believe you did that for me!"

I kissed her mouth again and smiled, content that we had both filled each other with such erotic memories. What had passed before us, I thought, we would long remember, and would never forget. Nights like these are why we are the women we are, erotic, sexual, wanton, and liberated. I kissed her repeatedly, and then pressed my forehead against hers. I looked her deep in the eyes, catching her spirit and her passion, remembering how she had looked all through the evening. She was as amazed with me as I was with her.

"June," I said, a wicked thought passing through my mind, "June can you hear me?" I whispered to her, my words only for her this time. She nodded that she could and I continued: "June, do you want me to do that again? Right now? Do you want me to suck him like that again?"

She closed her eyes and elongated her open mouth as she contemplated what I had asked her. I knew the answer before she again focused her eyes on me, before she managed to close her mouth and then form the word that gave me her answer: "Yes," she said, "Yes I do."

Carlos knew something was up the moment I raised from my position next to her. I kneeled next to her, still on the same side of her body, and looked at him. While disappointed she and I were no longer kissing, what June said next nearly sent him over the edge.

"Carlos," June said, "Susan wants to suck your cock. Give it to her."

He eased his cock from her ass, pulling it out, its slick wet and clean length extending from his sweaty torso. June moved from her position until she sat on her feet next to me, placing her left hand behind my head. She swept my braid to the far side of my body and watched, enthralled, as Carlos brought his cock to my waiting mouth. His left hand went to my shoulder, her left hand she kept behind my head, they both wanted to feel my body move as I began sucking his cock. The both wanted to touch for themselves and see the woman they had just met take his cock from her ass to my mouth. The familiar sticky sweet and earthy sensation filled my mouth, coated my tongue, and mixed with the salted tang of his precum oozing from the head of his cock. I imagined how her ass would be when he came in her, as I knew he would, I imagined licking her cunt and sucking her clit, pulling back to see her cunt and ass creamy from both their cum. I cupped his balls with my right hand, closed my eyes, and took him fully into my mouth.

It was his turn to call to the Almighty while she repeated "Oh Susan..." in her singsong voice making me think she was singing the chorus of a song. His cock seemed to get even harder in my mouth, I could sense his imminent orgasm would not long be put off, and after such admirable service to June and I, I had no need to tease this man any more than necessary. I sucked hard, then slowly pulled my mouth from his cock, letting them both see the length I had taken in, then pulled his cock up and licked the length of his shaft, from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock, before kissing his shiny bulbous head and guiding him back into her ass.

June resumed her position, with Carlos replacing the lubricant that which I had sucked off his cock. Her spread ass and puckered, glazed anus stood out to him, twitching my cunt and watering my mouth. It was evident how close he was, as the moment he entered her ass and June began pressing back against him his hands went to her hips, holding her in place. He wanted and needed to re-establish his own rhythm before he let slip his delicious cum from his tool. June understood this as much as I did; we snuggled back together, holding hands and me caressing her face, with her bringing her lips to mine and letting us once again kiss. I opened my mouth to her, and let her probe and lick and taste my mouth with her tongue, let her gather this taste into her mouth before we kissed and shared, our tongues pressing back and forth, passing this taste and our saliva between us.

His movements in her body, refined by her body and reshaped by her open-mouthed kiss told me his orgasm bubbled just below the surface of his caramel skin. His would not be the involuntary jerking of a man knowing neither patience or control but the even pulsing and spurting of his cum deep into her ass. She craned her neck back, sensing his closeness, hearing his moans grow louder and more frequent, until, I sensed, she gripped his cock with her ass, just as I would have done, and felt the jets of his hot cum spurt into her ass. Soon after finishing his second, and last cum of the evening, I watched while he slowly and carefully withdrew his cock from her ass.

June swung her body to her left side, still facing me. Carlos sat and watched, silently. The moment where she and I had talked and she had asked me to lick her after he had no doubt heard, and he waited for this final coup de grace. She remained dazed and smiling, pulled my mouth to her and we kissed yet again before her hands on the top of my shoulders told me she needed my mouth elsewhere on her body.

I kissed both nipples and between her breasts as I moved lower on her body, pausing at her belly button to lick and nibble her. The ticklish sensation served to make her squirm and let me rest fully between her legs. Down to her pussy, kissing, licking, leaving a trail of saliva on her tummy as my mouth moved lower on her body. Her delicious fragrance and aroma filled my nose, imprinting itself on that primordial part of my brain where all my great lovers have earned their place. I pulled her lips apart with my mouth, exposed her slit to my tongue, and sluiced my tongue over her clit while my hands encircled her thighs. Lowering my mouth down to her cunt I let the fingers from my right hand keep her lips open, holding her just so, letting my tongue slip past her lips until I began licking the inside of her pussy.

Meaning to afford me greater access to her pussy, June pulled her legs up and out, spreading herself fully for me. I let the middle finger on my right hand massage and stroke her clit as I licked lower on her pussy, gathering all the moisture from the base of her cunt. A new yet familiar sensation tickled my tongue when I extended to lick her perineum, so I pulled my face back, keeping my finger in contact with her clit, to see the source of this taste. Her ass, still dilated from his massive tool, stood puckered and gaping, and gently oozing his seed down the crack of her ass. A quick lick from her perineum up brought his errant cum into my mouth, and I savored this taste.

The virtues of caution once again fought in my mind against the forces of reckless abandonment, with the latter winning out, and moved my hands flat against the back of her thighs until her gaped slick ass presented itself to me. I held my hands as they were, and looked down over her gaped ass and spread cunt, past her curled tummy and pushed-up breasts, to her sparkling blue eyes, and I silently asked her the question on both our minds: Do you want this, June? Is this a new sensation for you too? Would you like to have my tongue in your ass, licking his seed from you? Do you want me to suck his cum from your ass?

She did. For perhaps the fourth time that evening, she surprised herself with where the depths of our passion would take us. She pulled her hands from her legs, confident I would keep her legs pressed open and back, then moved the fingers of her right hand to her pussy. Yes, just like that, I thought, bring yourself to orgasm while my tongue tickles, licks, and delights in your ass. At first, I set about licking up and down between the cheeks of her spread ass while she busied about exposing and rubbing her clit. Once I had taken all his seeped cum into my mouth, I set about obtaining more from where Carlos had originally placed it. Her puckered ass stood wrinkled and distended against the flat of my tongue, open and inviting for more.

Carlos had stirred from his post-orgasmic fog to sit silently off to the side, content to take in this scene, having already played his role. I suspect he also knew well enough to know that a misspoken comment or an unwelcome intrusion would entail his banishment from the scene.

I pushed her legs back until her back curled up, then moved my hands to her cheeks, completely spreading her ass. I maintained eye contact with June during all of what transpired next. I swirled my tongue flat against her ass, content for the moment to relax her anus with my touch, to completely clean his cum from her anus. Her fingers worked diligently in exposing her clit, her fingers working fast, circling on her clit and between her fingers, building her mood and passion back in time with mine. In a gesture more nasty than erotic, I let gather in my mouth this mixture of saliva, cum, and lubricant, then spat it directly upon her upturned ass. As she had made loud slurping noises sucking her saliva from his cock, so did I when sucking this erotic potion from her ass. Her ass flexed at this, her anus clenched, and it seemed she winked at me. I watched as her cunt constricted tight, as her fingers continued stroking her clit, and I continued.

Having already laid bare her anus, I hardened my tongue into a point and began pressing it into her ass. The hard and vigorous fucking Carlos had given her ass had decimated her natural resistance to such a lewd invasion, but had not entirely depleted it. I needed to work my tongue into this passage deeper into her. I noticed how she kept herself just on edge, knowing I would succeed in this act, and wanting to enjoy her orgasm after my tongue had firmly gained entrance to her ass.

Not content to tease her further, for this poor woman had delivered much pleasure to me and needed to orgasm away her re-built tension, I moved my oral ministrations into overdrive. I placed my lips around her puckered anus, forming a seal between her ass and my mouth, trusted that June had been exceedingly meticulous in her preparations for the evening, and began gently sucking on her anus while pressing my tongue past her resistance and into the tangy sweetness her ass. My sucking increased, distending and dilating her already gaped anus, hardening my tongue until the tip passed through her resistance and her anus circled around my tongue.

Finally, she gave out. She could not maintain herself on this edge of release any longer. The moment I saw her press her head back into the bed I increased the suction between my mouth and her anus one last time and extended my tongue deeper into her ass than any other had ever been. She was actually flexing her ass around my tongue, rubbing her clit in the tight furrow of her two fingers, exhaling deep and hard with every rhythm of her body. I slid my tongue deep, extending my tongue into her, rocking my mouth back and forth on her, and using her very own rhythms as openings to lick his cum from her ass.

I let the suction between us break as I finished my lascivious act, keeping all I had sucked from her in the base of my mouth. Giving her ass one final broad fat lick, I eased her back down against the bed, then crawled up and over her body until my mouth perched over hers. With this final act, we had exchanged enough, we had been nasty enough, we had let our vicious passions let rule over us enough for one evening. I merely lowered my mouth to her, felt her open her mouth to mine, and we shared the deepest most intimate kiss of the evening, sharing this sweet earthy tangy delight between us. We kissed as lovers do. Her hands pulled my body to hers, my arms encircled her body, we lay on our sides scissoring our legs between us, and we rocked and shared and kissed and felt and touched and let our bodies become one.

After what seemed like hours we broke our embrace, lying next to each other letting our breathing and passion subside. Carlos helped both of us to our feet, and we all shared another embrace. He sensed the moment had passed, like so many things that had passed between our bodies, and he excused himself. While he busied himself in the bathroom, June and I set about gathering his things, which he quickly donned once coming back into the bedroom. Arm and arm, with him between June and I, we made our way to the apartment foyer. Both June and I offered him our cheeks to kiss, him kissing the side of my face which he had not slapped, and he made his exit.

A very strange thought occurred to me, watching him walk into the elevator and I giggled once the doors closed behind him.

"What?" She asked, taking me once again in her arms.

"I just remembered," I said while pulling her close to me, "that I never once kissed him. Considering all else we did, that made me laugh." It did make me laugh, and wonder at the way our minds work. I know very well why I had not kissed him; regardless of what we had done together, I did not want to share with him something so intimate as a kiss.

She laughed at this too, and then told me, "I've been fucking him for years, and I've never once kissed him."

"Never?"

"Never!"

We left everything as it was, including our thoughts, and made our way to her living room for one last cigarette and a drink. More we wanted to let our bodies feel these many sensations, and to let our minds take them fully into our experiences, than any true need for nicotine or alcohol; but I suppose that was part of it too. Our nightcap finished we made our way into her bathroom, preparing for bed. My God did my appearance frighten me! Add to everything I had seen before and then some, I looked like someone had put me in a burlap sack with a wildcat. June noticed my look, and I noticed hers, and I thought yes I had; with a wildcat named June. There was makeup to remove, one last ablution to make, her doing the former while I did the latter, and then we switched.

"June," I asked when she moved to the bidet, "Do you have a spare toothbrush?"

"I don't think so," she answered while feeling the warm jets clean her body, "Just use the mouthwash."

"Well, can I just use yours?" I asked.

"Ewww!" She exclaimed wrinkling her nose and turning her face towards me, as if I had just suggested the most disgusting thing. I turned my look of astonished admonishment back on hers, asking her with my eyes to remember just what exactly we had done to and with each other, what we had shared, and how we had shared it. She smiled and relented, and then let me use her toothbrush. The way our minds work, I suppose.

Finally, we removed our heels, and June reverently removed my choker from around my neck. Both pair unaffected by the wear although we could not say the same for our aching ankles and feet. Hers bothered her more than mine did; then again I had more body parts screaming louder at me than did the cramped soreness of my feet. We fell into bed, me taking the space of her traveling husband, both of us falling asleep in the arms of each other's new friend and lover.

She woke me with a kiss, a sweet gentle waking kiss, with the sunlight from her bedroom's Eastern exposure streaming through the curtains. My body remained sore and tender, with just about any movement I made firing off a reaction in my body reminding me I would pay the price of last night's passion for today and the next two as well. Yet still, her gentle kisses, matched by her equally gently caresses, she quickly had my body responding to her.

I moved to join her when her hand, pressing me flat against her soft bed, indicated she wanted to do for me what she never had before. All I had to do for her was open my legs, which I did without a second thought. Her tongue lovingly and gently parted and opened me, letting my arousal rise to the surface, letting me establish these rhythms between us as my own. She licked and gently sucked my pussy, letting me start to flow, seemingly knowing that after a night such as last night, it would not take long for me to stir. I did at that, feeling the blood rush to my pussy, to my cunt, distending me, and feeling her warm wet tongue relieve the pressure. She exhibited a gentleness I thought not possible by her after last night's activities. However, that was last night, and this is now.

She eased her mouth over my clit, letting her fingers spread and open my pussy. She gently eased a finger into me as she gently began sucking and licking my quickly engorged clit. I just lay flat in her luxurious bed, let my hands grip and pull the sheets under me, let her suck and pull an orgasm from my body. As loud and thrashing were the ones from last night, this one quickly surfaced, the same reservoir welling deep within me, easing higher and higher as she began curling and pulling her finger deep within my pussy. Her tongue flat against my clit, gently sucking and pulling on me, and letting my passion build for its inevitable release. When it came she paused just a moment, seeing how best to draw out my pleasure, then concentrated on prolonging her mouth on my clit in one long gentle suck as her finger circled and massaged deep within me, massaging my spot with every stroke. I let it slip so easily from me, not the breaking dams, the overflowing reservoirs from the previous night, but the slow gentle flow of a wonderfully beautiful and deep river delivering my essence into the waiting mouth of a lover.

I was flushed and breathless when she came up to kiss me. We held each other like that for a very long time until we both knew we needed to take our leave of each other. She rose with me, asked if I would like to shower with her, but I knew I could not. I needed to start my day just as much as she did. I did accept her kind offer of giving me some sweatpants, a sweater, and some flip-flops to wear home; with the two pieces of my disassembled dress matched with my shoes and choker in a shopping bag also provided by June. She slipped on a robe while making arrangements for her car service to take me back home, then slipped a piece of paper with her phone number and email address into my borrowed bag. I assured her mine would soon be on its way to her.

"Thank you for your wake-up kiss" I said after we kissed yet again while waiting in her foyer and hugging each other. The elevator dinged its arrival and I turned, kissed her one last time, and teased her one final time before I stepped in. "There's still one more place where I need to feel your kiss."

"Well," she smiled, catching the reference to me doing things in reverse and her making the full circuit of my body, and said just as the doors began to close between us, "We need to save something for next time, don't we?"

The doors closed between us, the elevator delivered me to the ground floor, and her car service returned me back home, with her comment on my mind and a smile on my face. Yes, there would most definitely be a next time!