I woke up on my tummy with someone kissing my ass. Literally. If I wasn't currently feeling the light suction and nibbles, I would have truly believed last night was a dream.
"It's about time you woke up, Nanc," Bill said against me. "Good morning."
I moaned in response and burrowed further into the sheets.
He nuzzled me, rubbing his 5 o'clock shadow over my ass. His paws kneaded my cheeks.
"Mmmm..." I whimpered and he squeezed me harder.
He licked the crevice between my cheeks and I shivered. His tongue dipped and swirled as he spread me, slowly inching toward my tight little hole. I clenched in anticipation and he dragged his tongue up my lower back. What a tease!
"Bill, please..."
"Please what, baby?" he asked.
"Please ME," I groaned.
He dropped his head against me and he laughed.
"You jerk," I started to push myself up but his hand creeping around my side stopped me.
"How's your side feel?" he asked.
"Like you care..." I told him.
And he smacked me. I couldn't believe it. He laughed and he rubbed the hand print he left on my ass.
"Did you just spank me?" I was completely shocked.
"Did you like it?" he asked.
"No!"
"I bet it made you wet," he drawled, dragging his fingers down the crack of my ass to dip into my pussy. He stroked me, pulling my pussy lips between his fingers, pushing and tugging on them with his left hand. "It did make you wet. You're a gooey mess." And with his right hand, he spanked me again, harder.
"Bill!" I cried, arching into him, unable to hide my desire.
He rubbed my cheek again before spreading me with his thumb and index finger, opening me. He blew on my exposed virgin hole and I dug my knees deep into the mattress, waiting. His tongue dipped inside, lightly stabbing and swirling just inside the tender ring.
"Oh, fuck!" I gasped.
"Oh, I will, Nanc," he said as he pulled away and stood up. He smacked me on the ass one more time and called over his shoulder as he walked away, "Meet me in the kitchen."
Who was this Bill? This tease was not the gentle giant who devoured me last night. No one had ever touched my ass. I had never ever thought of it as an erogenous zone but when his tongue traced it and dipped inside me, my pussy ran like a faucet. I had watched anal porn with Blackie in hand but had never inched him into my ass. He was way too big and the thought of fingering that tight hole had never even dawned on me.
I stood up and slipped on the long v neck tee I like to sleep in. I stopped in the bathroom to pull my hair into a loose ponytail and splash some water on my face. It'll do, I shrugged at my reflection.
As I walked through the living room, I saw Bill sitting on the counter in my kitchen. His feet were resting on my green barstools in front of him. He had bowls of food on either side of him.
"I eat off that island, you know. Thank God you're wearing briefs," I said as I came up behind him.
"Come and have a seat, Nanc," he roared in laughter and pushed the one stool out in front of him.
His left leg had been blocking my view and it wasn't until I came around and stood directly in front of him that I saw him. Him being Blackie. He was suctioned to the stool he had just pushed out, all nine veiny inches of him, standing straight up in the air. Head to toe, I turned bright red.
"Sit, Nancy," Bill ordered.
I was mortified, a million times more so than when his hand had grazed my boob in the gym. I was trembling and rooted to the spot.
"Do I need to come down and lift you onto him?" he asked, popping a blueberry into his mouth. "Because I will."
"I...I just want you, Bill," I managed to mutter.
"And I want you to trust me, Nanc, and have some fun with me. Sit, please," he said.
I walked around the stool until I was standing in front of it, between Bill's legs. He pressed a couple blueberries to my mouth and as I ate them, I snuck my tongue out to lick his fingers. He smirked at me, shaking his head no.
He placed his hand on my shoulder, backing me into Blackie. I felt him against my cheek and went on tiptoe, blindly reaching back to line him up.
Bill lightly grasped my jaw, his fingers curling around my chin, forcing me to look up at him. And as I sank onto Blackie, his eyes never left mine.
"Bill..." I moaned.
"Do you fuck yourself with him and think of me?" Bill asked.
"No," I said.
"Liar," he laughed, placing both hands on my shoulders and pushing me down. I had half of Blackie when Bill grasped me under my armpits and pulled me up.
I whimpered at the stroke, or the loss, and reached out, digging my nails into Bill's knees. He inhaled sharply and he pushed me back down. Up and down, he pulled and pushed.
"I know how wet you are, little one. Does he feel good?" he asked.
"Oh God, yes!" I cried. "Maybe even better than you."
His eyes challenged me and he gave me one final push, impaling me on Blackie until I was sitting flat on the stool. I felt my eyes bug out and he bent down, resting his forehead on mine.
"When you ride him on your shower wall, you think of me. Admit it," he said, wrapping his hand around my neck.
I dragged my right hand up his left thigh, until I was cupping him. The fly of his boxer briefs was damp and I rubbed him through the cloth and squeezed. I looked at him, shaking my head no.
"You told me last night you've thought of me, wanted me," he insisted.
"I thought it polite to agree with you," I shrugged, inching my fingers up his waistband, pulling it away from his body.
"And what do you call what you're doing now?" he asked.
