"Looks beautiful." Her hole was nearly an inch wide and Sean could get most of his tongue in without even touching its sides. This chick certainly had some control. When he shoved with his tongue she tightened her ass muscles and squeezed on it. He wiggled it in return. It was like a conversation.
"I'm getting ready for the fingers."
"Ok." He pulled his tongue out and stared a long second. The channel was as before; pale brownish-pink at the opening, redder inside, slick and inviting. "Hold it right there."
Andrea exhaled and continued to pull up and out on her cheeks. Sean got the KY out of the drawer and squeezed a blob from the tube onto his fingers. At the first contract Andrea shivered and giggled.
"It always feels so chilly. Nice, though. OK… take it easy… "
Sean's rod was pulsing and jerking as he slid an index finger effortlessly in… to the hilt. "How's that?"
"Fine. What is it?"
"One finger, all the way."
"Mmmmm. We're making good progress. Go for two."
He drew the one finger out and then started in with two together. He got about halfway when Andrea said, "Good… I can tell it's going to go… you can let go of my cunt now. I'll take care of that, just get the two fingers all the way in and then go to it." Already her breath was coming short and she was thrusting upward with her magnificent ass to take his fingers deeper. Her own hand replaced Sean's over her pussy. It was strange, how calm and scientific this all was compared to their earlier encounters. The muted excitement was somehow just as strong… perhaps because it lingered in the background.
"Ooooh… that's good… " Andrea butted her ass back against his palm as the two fingers disappeared. "Now give me a second… " She whipped her hand back and forth on her clit till she was on the edge of an orgasm. "Ok. Now when you get your cock up there, I can tell you, it's going to feel so fucking tight that you're not going to last a second. There's no room to play around in there like there is in a cunt." She stopped to pant. "So you're just going to have to come… "
She was getting excited by her own talk.
"You're just going to have to shoot that cream right up my fucking asshole…"
She was almost there. Sean drew the fingers out and smeared some KY on his dick.
"Ok, baby, shove it up my ass. I'm almost there… Uh… Uh… " She slowed her masturbation to keep herself from coming. "When I get off my asshole's going to clamp down so fucking hard… make sure you get it way up there… don't let me force you out… shoot me deep… "
Sean rested the head of his cock against the opening. It eased in on its own. He was kneeling behind her, rearing up as straight as he could, with his hands on her waist, staring at the point of connection. An image flashed through his mind: Andrea on the bandstand, the picture of innocence and purity, singing with such overpowering sweetness and clarity…
"Shove it up my ass, baby! Up my asshole! Oh, oh, give it to me hard up my fucking asshole!"
Sean gave it to her smoothly. Her tossing head threw her hair across her shoulders like hay flying off the tines of a pitchfork.
Hay. Bail of Hay.
The crazy guru.
Whatever he had, it couldn't be any better than this. Touch beat No Touch every time.
It was so hot and tight in there. Oh, way in there! Damned near all the way in there!
He looked down at the pudgy, stiff snake that wound its way into the most private of private places… the place every human had to remind himself that he was an animal… and then Andrea's body started to shudder like a ship running aground. "Oh motherfucker, I'm getting off, oh get that cream up my asshole… "
This time it didn't sound like a demand. No matter if it had. The hole was so hot and slick… her ass cheeks were batting against his thighs, smacking with the sound of loud slaps… and now it was clamping, stroking, drawing, and there was no choice. The come just had to come.
"Aaaaaah!" Andrea's ass went rock-hard as her finger hit the button that one decisive time.
Sean's thighs turned molten and he felt the whole lower half of his body flowing up into that deep crack and crowding into that forbidden aperture. The third time in one night, and he didn't have a lot of come, but what he had blasted out into the close surroundings with a stunning impact.
Andrea's hole gobbled it up and got squishy. Still she rolled her head and kept her finger on her pleasure-button. She came and came and came. Sean clung tightly to her, his cock jerking crazily with her every convulsion. He closed his eyes… he didn't know how long… and rode along with her, taking a new surge of orgasm from every crazily bucking thrust. It lasted a long time.
Afterward Sean pulled out and watched as Andrea, still dazed, stroked the edges of her asshole tenderly and started to slump down onto the sheets. She was already half asleep.
Sean got up and turned off the stereo and the lights throughout the apartment. By the time he got back to the bedroom Andrea was dead asleep with a blissful smile haunting her lips. Sean turned out the light, went to the window and gazed for a long moment out over the lights of the park, the traffic far below, the city stretching endlessly out into the blackness…
Andrea was on her back and snoring gently. Sean grinned his impish grin, rolled her over, draped his arm across her back, and went to sleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was almost six the next evening when the sky took on that eerie tinge of low umber mist that says it's going to rain like hell.
Andrea emerged from the shower with a threadbare scarlet towel wrapped around her and padded across the living room to the bay window, leaving wet footprints and dark drips of water on the old, solid parquet floor between the scattered rugs. She glanced at the grandfather clock that ticked away reassuringly on the mantle and satisfied herself that she still had forty-five minutes before she had to leave for her gig. The towel slipped a bit and she grabbed at it as she leaned over the window-seat to gaze up at the sky. "Damned tits," she said to herself. They'd never be able to hold their own when it came to supporting a soggy towel.
To the south the clouds suddenly lightened. The late May sunshine struggled down through them, its evening flame filtered out on the way, until the sky out over lower Manhattan glowed with the fluorescence of a blank television screen.
To the north the mists descended with a vengeance and the umber took on a swampy greenish hue that seemed to seep upward from the masses of trees in Central Park.
Looking east toward the phalanx of buildings that fronted on Fifth Avenue across the park, where the, fluorescence met the umber along a spectacular vertical front that made the sky look as if it had been divided by a huge sword, Andrea saw the kind of cumulus writhing that Flemish painters loved to capture, romantic writers strained to eulogize, and pulp publishers always felt belonged on the covers of Gothic novels.
In a way, she supposed, it was sinister. But it was sensual too. That boiling of vapor in the upper atmosphere, that constant changing of light for dark, dark for light…
A few fat raindrops splatted obliquely across the dusty window pane. Noisy, aggressive, they seemed to announce they'd come to water the plants and wash things off and make fun of drizzly little droplets that take five hours to do the job. They came at first in twos and threes, like test salvos from a battery of cannons. Once they'd found the range they opened up with everything they had-almost as if fertility also had to mean destruction.
Andrea slipped down into the window seat to sit sideways looking out and listening while she stripped off her towel and absent-mindedly dried her crotch. "The night before" was like the moment of her birth pushed up to yesterday. Well… perhaps that was a little dramatic. It was the right idea, but too heavy on the relish. She decided merely to say that it had been a big night and it had changed her.