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lightly slapped him
across the face.
    “Don’t act like you don’t like it,” he said,
and all I could do was smile.
    He massaged my mildly sore nipples, as he
kissed his way to my belly button, and he tenderly licked it as he
then began to unzip my skirt, which he pulled off without much
trouble. I looked down to make sure I had on reasonably presentable
undies––I wasn’t expecting this to happen today, so I had forgotten
what random pair I had pulled on in the morning. But why that would
matter at that moment, I didn’t know. I care about these types of
things. Sue me. But he sure did like them.
    “Very nice,” he said, as he stared at my
panties. “I like the pattern, the little cherries.” They were black
and a little lacy, the kind with a tiny little bow on the front
that had no discernable purpose, with a repeating cherry pattern. I
appreciated the compliment on my choice.
    “Thank you. I bought them just last…” but I
couldn't get the rest of my sentence out, as he had carefully
pulled them off, and now had his pretty face buried between my
legs, lovingly licking my slick little clit, and I screamed and
squirmed with pleasure. He had caught me off guard with that
compliment. I hadn’t prepared for the sensation I was
feeling––sometimes you need prep time for that sort of thing––and
it had felt extra pleasing because of it.
    He was sucking on my clit, licking it,
playfully pulling at it with his lips. Then, I felt something that
felt like a pattern. I had read somewhere (don’t ask me where) that
it feels good if a guy uses his tongue to spell your name on your
pussy while eating you out. Well, obviously he had read the same
literature, because it felt like he was spelling my first and last
names, along with both of his, as well as our nicknames, and it
felt like absolute fucking heaven. I squirmed more and more, and
each of his licks caused me open my legs wider and wider, like his
tongue was a handle slowly opening the drawbridge to my castle. He
then lifted my legs above his and placed his hands on the back of
my knees and started to rock my pelvis back and forth like a
rocking chair, sticking out his tongue and keeping his head in
place, so that my pussy got a lick each passing. That was something
new, and something I liked very much.
    I then felt a strange sensation down in an
area I’d never thought another human being would have their mouth
so close to; he began licking my asshole. That was something I
definitely was not prepared for, and I wasn’t quite sure I liked. I
was confident I was clean down there, but that just wasn’t natural,
especially to a small town girl like me.
    “Wait, stop,” I said, as I began to sit up,
but he put his hand on my stomach, stopping me.
    “Do you trust me?” he asked. I had supposed
that I have grown to trust him as much as I can trust a person that
I’ve only known for eighteen hours. I trusted him enough to let him
eat my pussy, that was for sure, so I answered, “yes.”
    “Then trust me, you will like this,” he said.
Maybe it was the tone of his voice, but there was something in the
way he said it that made me lay back down and give all my trust to
him, and he was right. He licked my asshole like an ice cream cone.
He did the name spelling thing and everything. I could feel his
tongue enter my hole, and although I was initially uncomfortable
with it, I started to get used to it, and soon, I started to love
it. Then something came over me, as I pushed his head into my ass,
and he started to lick faster and faster, until it happened. I
came. I came from a tongue licking my asshole. I never thought in a
million years that I could come in such an unorthodox way. I felt
slightly embarrassed, but I could not stop writhing in ecstasy. And
he sat there, laughing at the sight of me. As I began to calm down,
I asked, “What are you laughing at?”
    “I told you didn’t I? You liked it.”
    And I smiled and nodded my little mousy
nod.
    He bent