"And of course fucking m every conceivable position?"
"I don't much care for hanging by my toes from monkey-bars."
"Hah."
"Or doing it hi bathtubs full of custard."
"Hahaha."
"And outdoors I have to stay miles away from poison ivy."
"I'll remember that." Then Sean had an obvious thought. "You must have some exhibitionist in you."
She glanced wryly at her open cunt and fluffed up its fur with the tips of her fingers. "Less than it seems. I told you tonight was a special occasion and I meant it I Just felt like doing something freaky. But now that I've got started I find it does sort of turn me on. So I'm willing to continue… if that's what you were hinting at. I take it you don't mind… uh… exhibitions?"
"You've checked out the erector-set, right?"
"I wouldn't deny it. Only it looks more like a gusher oil well to me."
"You've got to build the tower before you can get the gusher."
Andrea suppressed a guffaw. Sean was really all right. He was handsome as hell and witty too. Probably pretty smart, which was important to her. But now that they were playing twenty questions she wasn't going to let her turn go by without getting one in. "Ok, Mr. Inquisitor, I've got one for you."
"What?"
"A question."
"Shoot."
"No, that's your job."
"Ok, ask."
"It's about shooting."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Sort of relevant to the economy of the evening."
"No kidding."
"Yeah."
"So ask. Don't be so timid."
"Ok, I won't. How many times can you come in a given night?"
Sean chuckled quietly and gazed up at the crystal chandelier that glimmered overhead. "That depends." He paused to shift his organ suggestively in his pants and darted his eyes down to catch her peeking, "Seeing that it depends on you tonight I'd guess at three, maybe four." He hooked his fingers into his belt. "Hey, if you wanted to be sure beforehand I could have supplied lots of references… "
Andrea tried hard to blush but failed.
"I might add that after you've cashed in your three or four I'll undoubtedly be able to remain hard enough for your further pleasure."
"Jesus." Andrea stood up. "You could be quite a find." She put her hands on her hips. "We were talking about exhibitions, right?"
"Mmmmm. Glad you remembered."
"I'm at your service." She dropped her hands to her sides. "And by the way, one thing you didn't catch in your inventory was masturbation. I'm a big fan of that too, so if you feel like it don't be afraid to pull it out and go to work." For an instant she looked like a professional stripper as she whispered, "I'd be flattered to know you like what I'm doing." Then she began to turn slowly around.
Sean's gaze fastened on her midsection as her pussy revolved out of view and her luscious pear-shaped buttocks turned toward him.
He loved asses like Andrea's: full, soft, smooth as milkweed down, vaguely dimpled at the sides… shaped like a ski-slope with most of the weight toward the bottom of the run. They jiggled so irresistibly. And they gave you something to sink your fingers into when you fucked. A pair of heavy handles for a long ride. The idea of digging deep for her asshole was also appealing. The better it was buried in that deep, hot crack, the more exciting it would be to unearth it.
By this time Andrea had her back to him and he was looking across the cluttered coffee table at a few wisps of hair that trailed tantalizingly down beneath the almost perfectly horizontal crease of her buttocks against her thighs.
"How'd you like to bend over?"
As she turned to look over her shoulder at him the mischievous grin that had lingered on her face throughout the evening disappeared. Suddenly she was very serious… about pleasing him. "And spread my legs a little more?"
"Perfect."
Andrea moved her feet apart and bent her head toward the couch slowly.
Sean's breath came short and the pit of his stomach dropped out. He shifted to lounge more deeply in his chair and undid his belt and zipper. His cock jumped uncontrollably with the first touch of his fingers on it and he had to let go to keep from shooting three feet into the air. His underwear was already a gooey mess. He raised his hips and pulled the pants and underpants down together. Andrea stared upside-down from between her legs and beneath her gently jiggling tits as she rested on the couch with her elbows. He held his rod up and shook it at her. "Will this do?"
"Mmmmmm. Looks just my size."
Sean eyed himself reflectively. Andrea fell silent as Sean's gaze bored in between her legs.
In seconds Sean was stroking himself hard. Andrea's cunt bulged back at him like a pouchful of pleasure slowly splitting open down the middle. The outer lips fell away and hung suspended, two teardrops edged in golden reddish-brown fur, to reveal the thin ridges of her inner lips as they wavered tensely in a glistening wedge that pointed to her clit.
With every second she became more relaxed and more excited. Her clit broke up out of the slick flesh that buried it and swelled to a bloated pearl of high-tension sensitivity. Above it the inner lips threatened to part. She helped them by churning her hips in maddeningly slow revolutions that rubbed the lips against each other and then broke them apart and widened a gap between them. Higher up Sean could see, still compressed in the deep cleavage between her ass cheeks, the edges of her practically hairless tannish-pink asshole.
Suddenly Andrea swung her hands back and slapped her buttocks and tore them up and apart. Her cunt and her asshole sprang at him. They opened like flowers under time-lapse photography. The doe-colored ridge of flesh between them stretched and flattened as she dug her fingers into her ass cheeks and strained to spread herself still further.
Sean jerked hard on his cock and reached his free hand down to goose his balls. He leaned forward over the coffee table to get as close as he could. Andrea's eye caught the tiny bit of white froth that had collected at the tip of his rod and she smiled approvingly. She wet her lips and edged her hands in till she could curl her pinkies into her asshole and the rest of her fingers into her cunt. She shoved in and pulled out, shoved in and pulled out.
Her asshole grew from a dainty little puckered patch of creases the size of a nickel to a wide, smooth expanse of flesh. The pinpoint of shadow at its center darkened and lightened as she sucked in and out. The hole opened wider with each pulsation and light probed into it, showing depths of redder pink.
She made an excursion to wet a pinky in the well of her cunt and then returned with it to circle her asshole. Then, with one snap of her wrist, she plunged it in up to the second knuckle.
She gasped. She churned her hips-harder and shoved back on the pinky, flexing her knees, squatting, getting it in as far as it would go and wiggling it around.
She pulled it out and yanked her cheeks apart to show him how deep she'd got.
Sean stared three inches into a tunnel half an inch wide. Around its opening tiny tendrils of sparse, almost invisible hair dotted the landscape like microscopic reeds scattered at the edges of a desert oasis.
Sean was ready to leap across the table and ram his tongue up her ass. He barely held himself at the dizzy brink of a climax without going over. His hand was motionless on his cock but its slightest nervous tremor sent waves of impending orgasm through him. More than once he felt that hot tightening, that leaden paralysis in his inner thighs, that told him he'd gone too far and he was going to shoot. But each time he exhaled limply and felt a tiny dribble ooze out of him and waited for the wave to drain away so he could catch the next one.
Andrea started rubbing her clit with an index finger. Her cunt opened wide, pulled by the weight of her stomach as she bent over, and now Sean stared into a bigger, softer, wetter cavern. Around its ragged opening moisture welled and sparkled, lighting the way into a crystal grotto.