“Let’s towel off and go to the bed,” I said to Ken.
The reply, “Well!!!”, came from Marie. She was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, giving me ‘the look’, again. Had she been watching me and Ken shower the whole time? YES! I was so embarrassed. Ken had gotten a towel and was drying himself. I was torn between returning Marie’s gaze at me or watching Ken, with his cock standing proud and strong, dry himself. Part of me felt very uncomfortable ogling her almost-boyfriend right in front of her, her watching my reaction to him. Another part of me lusted after Ken without shame, without regret, with only concern for my pleasure in the moment. Much like the way I had earlier watched Marie lust after Ken.
I didn’t know what to do or say. I could only muster a meek “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. It’s what you asked for. It’s what I agreed to. Go for it!”
“Going for it with your boyfriend in front of you is very embarrassing for me.”
“No one here is judging you, you know. Not me, not Ken. And if you don’t talk about this with anyone, then no one will judge you for the good fucking you want Ken to give you. You are embarrassed because you are judging yourself, probably through someone else’s eyes. Put that person, that lady, outside this motel room. Let the woman in you, the woman who wants to get well fucked, stay.”
Ken chimed in with his own opinion. “After getting me all hot and hard, are you changing your mind? Are you backing out?”
“No. I am not changing my mind. I am too hot and wet myself. I need to continue.”
“Good! Let’s go!” And off Ken and I went to the bedroom. Along the way, Marie spoke up.
“Sarah, when was the last time you had an HIV test?”
“Nine months ago when I was still with you know who. It was negative. I haven’t had sex with anyone since we broke up.”
“And that was around seven months ago, right?”
“Yes.”
“And was he faithful to you?”
“Yes. He was otherwise a jerk, but he never cheated on me. He was as concerned about diseases as I am.”
“Did you go off the pill while you were not having sex?”
“No. I’m still on the pill. It’s a bit of wishful thinking that I might suddenly need birth control because I met a good guy.”
“Kenny and I are disease-free too,”
At the bed, I laid down on my back with my legs spread far apart. I wanted Ken to eat my pussy some more.
“Good position. ‘Cause I want to eat your pussy some more.” Ken had read my mind, ha ha. He went at it pretty good. He more than licked my clit. He licked, kissed, and pulled at my pussy lips. He licked the length of my nether region, circling the opening of my pussy with his tongue. And he didn’t leave my clit alone for very long. He always soon came back to it, and licked, sucked, pushed against it with his tongue, squeezed it by pursing his lips around it. Best of all, Ken took instruction well. He responded to my breathing, groans, and gasps. He followed my hip and leg movements. He let me move his head to where I wanted it to be when I wanted it to be there. It was good. Ken’s pussy eating skills were very good. So good that I had another orgasm.
It was a strong one that made me embarrassed, too embarrassed to open my eyes afterward. I was afraid to see how Marie might be looking at me. I remembered the faces that Ken and Marie made when I watched them orgasm. I have no idea what kind of faces I had been making or what Ken and Marie might think of them. I had not kept track of my moans and groans. I do remember that my last ones were pretty loud. It was during those loud ones that I remember arching my back and pushing my pussy into Ken’s face while pulling his face into my pussy. I just wasn’t quite ready to see their reactions to me. Despite Marie’s reassurances to me in the shower, I was afraid of being judged.
Ken set the timeline for me. He made me have to open my eyes and see their reactions. He had gotten up and pulled me towards him by my legs. I felt his cock rub against my pussy. It was a good sensation. The warmth and hardness of his cock made my pussy wetter, made my heart beat faster, and made my breath quicken in anticipation of the feeling of penetration that was imminent. I opened my eyes to watch Ken’s cock disappear into me. But Ken’s face stole my gaze. He was looking at my pussy with a huge smile on his face. He soon looked up at my face with the same huge smile and asked “You liked that, didn’t you?”
“Yes! Yes, I did!” I replied. “And I seem to have given you a present.” I motioned to his chin and mouth where my pussy juice had made its way. Ken was wearing my pussy juice like lip gloss and chin gloss, if there is such a thing. He wiped some off with a finger, and then licked it. He did that again. And again and again, until my pussy juice was all gone.
“Delicious! You taste simply delicious!”
“Thank you. Please fuck me!”
“Oh, yeah! I’m going to fuck you!” Ken pushed his cock into me, but slowly. He seemed to savor each inch of my pussy as he felt more of it. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah” he mumbled as half moans. I closed my eyes, let my head fall back onto the pillow, let my mouth open wide, and let soft groans escape from it. The sensations of being stretched open and filled with warmth and hardness were pushing all other thoughts and feelings from my consciousness. I squeezed my pussy muscles around Ken’s cock, almost not by choice because all the muscles in my body were tensing up. I heard Ken groan “Oh yeah, oh yeah,” as I squeezed. Ken pushed deeper into me, and I let out my own moans.
“ooohhhhh, … ooohhhhh, … ooohhhhh, … ooohhhhh, … ooohhhhh, … ooohhhhh.” I opened my eyes again to look at Ken’s face, chest, and stomach. I ran my hands all over his torso, rubbing him up and down from his shoulders to his pubic hair and back again. I suddenly remembered that I had not looked at Marie. She had been watching all of this and I didn’t know her reaction. Before I could glance at her, Ken leaned forward and fondled my breasts, caressed my whole chest, rubbed my stomach. He continued down to my clit, rubbing it gently and slowly, I think to tease me. He moved his hands back up my body, over my stomach, over my breasts, to my shoulders. Then his hands made their way back down again to my clit. He rubbed it again but this time faster, harder, and in sync with his deeper and faster thrusts into my pussy. Up again over my stomach and to my breasts, paying more attention to my nipples, onto my shoulders, and this time to my neck and face. Ken caressed my face, feeling my mouth, chin, nose, cheeks, eyebrows, forehead, the way a blind man would feel a face to learn what it looks like, or the way a sculptor feels his work. It felt good to me. I was succumbing to the moment.
I imagined Marie watching my facial expressions, and my increasingly involuntary body movements. I thought of the other motel patrons hearing my moans, groans, ooohs, aaahs, and heavy fast breathing. All that, all those sources of shame, embarrassment, and harsh judgment, were fading from my mind, my consciousness, my thoughts, my everything. With my head thrown back, my back arching, and my groans growing louder, I let myself be overcome with the pleasure of Ken’s cock filling me up and his hands touching me everywhere exciting me beyond words.
Ken leaned forward some, then a bit more, and a bit more again, and still more yet again. Finally, he lay on top of me. We were now in the missionary position, and he was fucking me harder, faster, and deeper, than before. And I was fucking Ken back! I thrust my hips against Ken to rub my clit against his pubic bone. I wrapped my legs around Ken’s waist and held onto him tightly. Ken had his full body weight against me, squishing me between him and the bed. It felt very good! The warmth of his body and the hardness of his chest and stomach against me complemented the warmth and hardness of his cock inside my pussy. I hugged Ken hard, pulling his body to me even more. I ran my hands down his back to his ass. I held, gripped, and squeezed Ken’s ass cheeks. I pulled Ken to me by his ass. I wanted him to fuck me deeper and harder. Ken kissed my mouth with full-tongue. I kissed him right back! I tongued his mouth just as much as, or even more than, he tongued mine. I was now fully engrossed in the sex. I was no longer aware of anything else. The entire universe, or at least my entire universe, consisted only of Ken’s cock in my pussy, his sweaty torso against mine, his mouth and lips linked with mine, his tongue in my mouth playing with his, his heavy breathing matching mine, his throaty groans matching mine. Marie wasn’t in my mind. The rest of the motel wasn’t in my mind. Embarrassment wasn’t in my mind. Nothing else was in my mind. Only sex with Ken was in my mind.
We continued fucking in that position – tight missionary with deep tongue kissing – for what seemed to be almost an eternity. I lost track. I was keeping track of my sensations, not time. I felt my pussy getting very, very wet. Ken was able to thrust into me harder and faster with no discomfort, only pleasure, on my part. I wondered if my pussy juice was making streaks on his cock the way Marie’s pussy juice did when he was fucking her. I wondered if it was dripping down me onto the bed and making a puddle. But I didn’t wonder long, I didn’t care. The sex was too good. I felt an orgasm coming on. I needed to let out more than a few groans. I disengaged my mouth from Ken’s and let them out. With my legs tight around Ken’s waist, my arms tight around his torso, my back arched, my chest pressed against his, my neck exposed by my thrown back head I let them out. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm. Ohhh, God! Ohhh, God! Ohhh, God! Ohhh, God! Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh. Hhaaaahhhh, hhaaahhhhh, hhaaahhhhh, hhaaahhhhh, hhaaahhhhh, hhaaahhhhh. Ooooohhhhhhhh. … Ooooohhhhhhhh. … Ooooohhhhhhhh. … Ooooohhhhhhhh. … Ooooohhhhhhhh. … Ooooohhhhhhhh.”
Freed from my mouth, Ken let his own groans, moans, comments, and instructions flow from his. I liked listening to him when he was fucking Marie. I was very surprised by how much it turned me on and intensified my orgasms when his vocalizations were directed at me. It was as if I had become mesmerized. Each groan and moan of his made my body move to accommodate it. Was there a subconscious communication between Ken’s body and mine through his groans and moans? Maybe. I don’t know. I only know that I didn’t have full conscious control of my body anymore, and I didn’t care. I think I even enjoyed it. I was not thinking about anything. I was feeling everything! If it felt good to my body, brought more pleasure to me, then my body did it instinctively. My conscious self had surrendered my body to my subconscious self. My conscious mind seemed to have gone on a break. The things that worried me before, that I was concerned about before, the sense of being judged and scorned, no longer bothered me. And that was because Ken told me so. Ken was in charge. Ken had control. Ken was accountable now, not me. Ken would be judged, not me. Ken would be scorned, not me.
Ken’s moans “Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh. Oh baby, oh baby, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, …” made my moans longer and louder. Ken’s instructions of “Yeah babe, yeah babe, yeah babe. Like that, like that, like that, yeah, just like that, … just like that, … just like that, … keep doing that, … keep doing that, ohhhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, …” made my body keep doing whatever it was doing at that moment.
And my moans “Ooohhhhh, ooohhhhh, ooohhhhh, ooohhhhh, ooohhhhh, … oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. … “ got louder, got faster, got higher-pitched, got more like how I remember Marie’s groans to be.
“Hold me tight, babe, hold me tight! That’s it, that’s it that’s it, that’s it! … ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, … oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah. … Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Tight, baby! Tight, baby! Tight, baby! Tight, baby! … Tight, tight, tight, tight, tight! … Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh! … “ I held Ken tightly in my arms. So tightly that when Ken moved his torso, mine moved too, in exact sync with his. I held him so tightly that my breasts were pancaked against his chest. Normally, that would be uncomfortable. But with Ken, right then, I felt only the warmth and strength of his chest.
“Yeah, babe, that’s right, that’s right, that’s right. … Grip my ass, now, grip my ass. … You like my ass, don’t you? Yeah, you like my ass, … you like my ass, … you like my ass. You like holding my ass cheeks, right? You like holding my ass cheeks, don’t you? Yeah, yeah, yeah, You like holding my ass cheeks! You like holding my ass cheeks! Hold my ass cheeks, babe! Hold my ass cheeks! Let me know how hard to fuck you! Let me know how fast to fuck you! Let me know how deep to fuck you! Let me know! Let me know! Let me know, babe, let me know! I gotta pound your pussy! I gotta pound your pussy! Let me know how hard! … Pull me into you! Pull me into you! Pull me into you, babe! Grip my ass and pull me into you! … Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! .. Come on, babe, come on! Grip my ass good, grip my ass good, grip it good. Grip it good and pull me into you!”
I did what Ken said for me to do. I loosened my tight hug enough to move my hands down his back, to his hips, and onto his ass. Then I gripped Ken’s ass cheeks as he told me to. I gripped them tightly. I gripped them hard as he told me to. I pulled his hips and toward me as he told me to. Ken plunged his cock into my pussy, deep into my pussy. I tightened my grip on Ken’s ass and pulled him to me harder. I felt his cock push deeper into me, as I wanted. My body, not me, let out a loud long groan. “Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh.” Ken pulled out some to prepare for a thrust. I pulled him back into my pussy by my strong tight grip on his ass cheeks. Ken thrust his cock into me again, hard and deep. My body, not me, let out another loud, long groan. “Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Ken pulled out again in preparation for another thrust, a hard thrust. Again I pulled him by his ass cheeks into me. And again, I felt Ken plunge his cock deep into my pussy. And yet again, my body, without my control, unleashed a loud, long, higher-pitched moan. “Mmmmmmmmmmmoooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
Ken gave me new instructions. “Squeeze your pussy, babe, squeeze! Squeeze hard! Squeeze hard! Squeeze my cock hard, babe. Squeeze my cock hard! … That’s right, that’s right, that’s right! Squeeze hard, squeeze hard, squeeze my cock hard! Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, it, squeeze it, squeeze it! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Like that, yeah! Like that, like that! Just like that! Just like that! That’s right, that’s right, that’s right! ... Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Yeah, babe. Yeah, babe. Yeah, babe.” And I did what Ken told me to do. I squeezed my pussy muscles around his cock. I squeezed hard. I squeezed as hard as I could. I needed to tense all the muscles of my body to do that. So I was hugging Ken hard with my arms, wrapping my legs hard around his waist. He was pushing his cock into me deep and giving more instructions. “Oh yeah, babe, oh yeah, oh yeah. This feels great! This feels great! You feel great! You feel great, babe, just great! Your pussy feels great! Your pussy feels great! Keep squeezing my cock! Keep squeezing my cock. Keep squeezing my cock. Ohhhh yeahhhhh! Ohhhh yeahhhhh! Ohhhh yeahhhhh! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. ... Ohhhh, ohhhh. Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze. Squeeze like you’re cumming. Squeeze like you’re cumming. Squeeze like you’re cumming. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.”
I responded with moans of my own. It was all I could do. My brain could no longer process thoughts expressed through words. It could only process sexual feelings expressed through moans, groans, and muscle spasms. “Ooooohhhhhhhhhh, ooooohhhhhhhhhh, ooooohhhhhhhhhh, ooooohhhhhhhhhh.” My moans and groans gradually increased in loudness, increased in pitch, increased in speed, increased in urgency! They revealed an impending orgasm. Ken picked up on it, on the quality of my moans.
“Yeah, babe! Yeah, babe! Yeah, babe! Yeah, babe! Yeah, babe! That’s right, that’s right, that’s right! That’s right, babe, that’s right! Moan, babe. Moan, babe. Moan, babe. Moan loud, babe, moan loud. Let them out! Let the moans out! Don’t hold back! Don’t hold them back! Don’t hold them back! Don’t hold them back! Let the moans out! Let the moans out! Let all the moans out! Don’t hold them in! Don’t hold them in! Don’t hold them in! Let me hear those moans! Let me hear them! Let me hear them! Let me hear them! Moan loud! Moan loud! Don’t hold those moans in you! Don’t hold those moans in you! Don’t hold those moans in you! Let them out! You’re going to cum, aren’t you? You’re going to cum, aren’t you, babe? Are you close? Are you close? Are you close? Are you close to cumming? Are you close to cumming?” I was close to cumming, very close. But I couldn’t say so. I could only show so.
“Mmmmmhhhhhh, mmmmmhhhhhh, mmmmmhhhhhh, mmmmmhhhhhh, mmmmmhhhhhh, … ooooohhhhhhhhhh, ooooohhhhhhhhhh, ooooohhhhhhhhhh, ooooohhhhhhhhhh, ooooohhhhhhhhhh, … hhaaaahhhhhhhh, hhaaaahhhhhhhh, hhaaaahhhhhhhh, hhaaaahhhhhhhh, hhaaaahhhhhhhh, hhaaaahhhhhhhh, ...“ My moans and groans had intensified. They were louder. They were longer. They were fast, one on top of the other. My muscle spasms had intensified. The muscles of my legs, arms, torso, back, and neck had all tensed up tightly. My pussy muscles and ass muscles had tensed up tightly too. Ken was well on his way to coaxing me into having another orgasm.
“That’s right, baby! That’s right, baby! That’s right, baby! That’s right, baby! You cum! You cum, baby, you cum! And cum hard! Cum hard babe. Cum hard, babe. Don’t hold back! Don’t hold back! Don’t hold back! Don’t hold nothing back! You cum hard! Let me know that you are cumming. Let me know! Let me know you’re cumming! Let everybody know! Let everybody know! Let everybody know! Cum hard and let everybody know you’re cumming hard! Let everybody know! Let everybody know! Let them know about Ken’s cock! Let them know what Ken’s cock is doing for you! Let them know! Let them know! There is no shame in it! There is no shame in getting well fucked! There is no shame in it at all! Let them know that Ken’s cock is fucking you good! Let them know! Cum hard, babe, cum hard! Cum hard and let them know! Free yourself from any shame, cause there is no shame in getting well fucked! Let it out, and let them know! Let yourself cum hard, and let them know! Let it go! It’s just you and me here, Marie, so you can just let it go! Let yourself cum hard, babe, let yourself cum hard!”
And I did! I had a good, strong, satisfying orgasm. I squeezed Ken’s cock, or rather, my body squeezed Ken’s cock to the rhythm of his thrusting. My body thrust its hips against Ken’s to the rhythm of his thrusting. My body let out loud high-pitched moans, that sounded much like Marie’s yipping sounds, again to the rhythm of Ken’s thrusting. He fed off of my orgasm.
“Oh yeah, … oh yeah, ... oh yeah, ... oh yeah, ... oh yeah, ... oh yeah! Keep cumming baby! Keep cumming baby! Keep cumming baby! Keep on cumming! Keep on cumming! Keep on cumming! Keep on cumming! Keep on cumming! Cum loud, babe, cum loud! Cum loud! Let me hear you cum! Let me hear you cum! Let me hear you cum! Yeah, babe, yeah. Let me hear you cum! Let me hear you cum! Let everyone hear you cum! Let everyone hear you cum! Let everyone hear you cum, Marie! Let everyone hear you cum! Ohhh yeah! Ohhh yeah! Ohhh yeah! Cum, baby! Cum, baby! Cum, baby! Ohhh yeah! Ohhh yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!”
And I fed off of Ken’s reactions to me. He made my orgasm continue longer than usual and with more strength than usual. The grunts he made in sync with his thrusts into me made my pussy pulsate, made my pussy muscles keep contracting, and keep contracting hard, made my hips thrust against him in a match to his own hip thrusts. Then Ken kissed me again. My orgasm had barely started to subside, and I had only just started to catch my breath, when he kissed me. He kissed me with tongue. He kissed me with passion. He kissed me hard, pressing his lips firmly against mine. He kissed me, with his tongue sparring with mine. He kissed me, with him taking my breath away. I felt another orgasm welling up in me. Or was it simply a continuation of the first orgasm? I couldn’t tell. I was too caught up in the moment, being swept away by the strong sensations of pleasure my body was experiencing.
Wait a minute! Did Ken just say Marie? Did he call me Marie? I thought he had called me Marie! I definitely heard her name. In fact, I heard it twice! Ken had called me Marie twice! Did he think he was fucking Marie, and not me? I couldn’t think about that particular question right then. Another orgasm was coming on. I couldn’t think about anything else. My moans pushed away my thoughts. “Mmmmmmmm, … mmmmmmm, … mmmmmmmm, … mmmmmmmm, … mmmmmmmm.” I let out a series of throaty groans, muffled by Ken’s kiss, as the orgasm built up.
Then it came. I orgasmed again. My muscles tensed up and froze. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I felt Ken continue to kiss me. I don’t know how long I was frozen like that. It felt like ages, but could not have been more than a minute. I only knew that I had to start breathing again. I managed to move my mouth away from Ken’s and take a deep breath that sounded like a gasp. I let that breath out, exhaled, in a loud, long, high-pitched moan. My muscles unfroze, but only momentarily. Only long enough to immediately tense up again and squeeze around Ken’s cock, around his waist, around his torso. Ken felt it.
“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Cum, baby! Cum, baby! Cum, baby! Cum, baby! Cum, baby! That’s right! That’s right! That’s right! That’s right, babe! That’s right, babe! That’s right, babe! Cum some more, babe, cum some more! Keep cumming! Keep cumming! Keep cumming! Keep cumming, Marie! Keep cumming hard! Keep cumming hard!”
My muscles relaxed enough for me to gasp another deep breath and slightly loosen my grip on Ken. I let out another loud, long, high-pitched moan. My muscles tensed up again around Ken’s body. He again gave me encouragement to let my orgasm continue to control my body. And it did. I went through another round of relaxing my muscles, gasping for air, gripping Ken tightly as my muscles tensed up, and letting loose a long, loud, high-pitched moan. Another two rounds of that, maybe three, was foisted on me before my orgasm started to ebb and I could gain some control over my body. Ken was still thrusting into me and his cock felt very good. It was extending my orgasm. But I was spent for the moment. I needed to rest and catch my breath.
Ken kept egging me on, encouraging me to keep cumming, as if I had control. I briefly begged him to stop and get off me. He did relent and let me recover, but not without a whiny “Look at me, I’m still hard and shit! You’ve had a bunch of orgasms already but not me. I’ve got to get my rocks off too, you know? Sex is a two-way street, we need to please each other. I have been pleasing you, and pleasing you pretty good, so you gotta please me. I’m letting you rest now, but I’ve got to cum too. You’ve got to make me cum after you rest up. So, I got pussy coming to me, right? You’re cool with making me cum, right?”
“Yes,” I replied without a whole lot of eagerness because I really did need to rest for a while. But I was more than happy to give Ken my pussy and make him cum. It meant I was going to cum a few more times in the process.
“Okay, then. But I want to play with your ass while you rest. Turn over. Let me play with your ass.”
“You can play with my ass only if you massage the rest of me too. Massage my neck, my shoulders, my back, my legs, my feet. Deal?”
“Okay, deal.” I rolled over onto my stomach and enjoyed Ken running his hands all over my body, from my neck to my feet. It felt good. It was relaxing. It was restful. I closed my eyes and rested, relishing the feeling, both calming and exciting, of Ken’s hands on me. And from time to time, I felt a poke at my pussy from his still hard cock. Ken straddled my thighs to massage my back. When he reached forward to do my neck and shoulders, his cock would push against me. Sometimes against my pussy, sometimes against my ass. It didn’t seem he was trying to penetrate me. I would have stopped that. I did enjoy the feeling of warm, hard cock between my legs. I let him continue as the massage felt very good.
Ken’s playing with and massaging of my ass felt especially good. It aroused me. It made my pussy beyond moist, it made my pussy wet. Ken was into ass. A nice ass on a woman turned him on. I saw that with Marie. She has what Ken considers to be a nice ass. Her ass cheeks are fleshy enough for him to get a good grip on them. And each ass cheek is bigger than his hand so Ken needs to move his hand around Marie’s ass cheek to feel and grip all of it. Marie’s ass has prominent, awesome ass creases – the furrow where the upper thigh meets the ass cheek. On her, it runs about three fourths the way from her inner thigh to her outer thigh. When they were fucking, I watched how Ken gripped Marie’s ass by the ass creases and lifted her ass cheek upward and outward. That was when he fingered Marie’s ass. From what I saw, Ken loved doing that.
My hips were not as wide as Marie’s and my ass cheeks were not as fleshy. Ken could just about cover an entire ass cheek of mine with one of his hands. When I look at my ass in the mirror, my ass crease runs halfway to my outer thigh from my inner thigh. I didn’t think I had the type of ass that turns Ken on. He seemed to have a different opinion than me on that point, however. He massaged my ass by running both his hands down the outside of my hips from my waist to my thigh. Then he moved them across the top of my thigh, along the ass crease, to the middle of it. Then he moved his hands upward over the middle and inside of my ass cheek. But his hands caught my ass crease and pushed my ass cheek upward. As his hands reached the top of my ass cheek, he moved them toward the outside of my hip. This pushed my ass cheek outward in addition to upward. The result was that half my ass was spread open. When his hands reached the outside of my hip near my waist, he started back down it and my ass to my upper thigh. He made a circle of massage around one side of my ass. He did the circle thing again on the same side of my ass. Then moved to my other ass cheek. Down the outside of my hip and ass with both hands from my waist to my upper thigh. Across the top of my thigh, along the ass crease, to the middle and inside of the ass cheek, Up the middle and inside of my ass cheek, catching my ass crease so that my ass cheek is pushed upward. As he moved his hands upward towards the top of my ass cheek, he again moved his hands outward as well. My ass cheek was pushed upward and outward, spreading open the other half of my ass. He did that circle thing twice on that side too. Ken went back to the first side of my ass and massaged it in a circle again two times. Then two circle massages on the second side of my ass.
Then Ken changed it up. I guess he got tired of spreading my ass open only one cheek at a time. He took one ass cheek in each hand and massaged my entire ass in two circles, both cheeks at the same time, one circle for each cheek. He ran each hand down the outside of my hips and ass from my waist to my thigh. Then each hand went from the outside of my upper thigh to the inside of my upper thigh along the ass creases. Then, catching them, Ken ran each hand upward, pushing each ass cheek upward. But he didn’t just push my ass cheeks upward. Like with the one-at-time massage, he also pushed my ass cheeks outward. Ken pushed both my ass cheeks upward and outward at the same time. This didn’t just spread my ass open, it spread my ass wide open. My ass was spread wide, wide open. My asshole opened up. My pussy hole opened up. I thought my whole nether region must have looked like those gaping porn videos where a woman’s ass hole and pussy hole are opened wide as if for a medical examination.
Despite his massage feeling good, I was embarrassed that Ken could actually see into my body through my wide-open holes. Ken could see into my ass. Not just see my ass, but see into it. And the same thing with my pussy. He could see into my pussy. What was Ken thinking about? What was his reaction to what he could see and actually was seeing? I couldn’t imagine. But he did react. I heard him mumble under his breath what sounded like “Yeah, babe. That’s beautiful!” He seemed to like what he was seeing. I was still embarrassed. My ass hole muscles and my pussy hole muscles tensed and constricted by reflex, trying to close those holes. But Ken was pulling my ass cheeks apart harder than my ass muscles were pulling them together. I couldn’t close my holes. The problem with that was that the tensing of my muscles to close my ass hole and pussy hole against the pulling apart of my ass cheeks created tension in those muscles. And that tension aroused me. It made my pussy wetter. That tension made my legs and feet move on their own. That tension made me groan involuntarily and, at times, uncontrollably. That tension was taking my breath away. I only recovered from that ass massage when Ken moved down to massage my legs and feet or up to massage my back, shoulders, and neck. During those recoveries, I caught my breath. My muscles, all of them, relaxed and untensed. The wetness of my pussy subsided a bit, but only a bit because Ken’s massages felt very good.
Eventually, Ken would make his way down my back or up my legs to massage my ass again. His circular massages of my ass started the whole tension and arousal thing all over again. When he got to spreading my ass cheeks apart again, the loss of breath came back, the involuntary leg and feet movements came back, the involuntary groans came back, the tension in my ass hole and pussy hole muscles came back, and the wetness, the wetness of my pussy came back in force. The wetness came back so much that I feared pussy juice was leaking out of me and onto the bed. It didn’t matter that Ken kept on saying “Beautiful, babe. That’s just beautiful! That’s just beautiful! Your ass is awesome, babe. Your ass is just awesome!” I was very embarrassed. No one had ever seen me that way before, in that position before, not even my OBGYN. But here was this guy, Ken, looking into my body orifices, and liking it, and I couldn’t help it. My body was liking it, and I couldn’t help that either. What was going to happen when I was rested up enough to make my pussy available to Ken and his cock for him to have his orgasm? And did he call me Marie again a little while back?
Ken continued to massage me, everywhere, my entire body, for a while longer, before asking, “Are you rested now? Can you take my cock now?”
