Chapter 17
THE ASS LICKING
"Put your finger in my ass," Dick pleaded. "Stick it all the way up!"
He was crouched on the bed, his ass jutting up in the air.
Had he been a homosexual, the position he was in would have been perfect for another man behind him to insert a penis into his rectum. But Andrea was in back, using her finger like a thermometer.
"Like it?" Dick gasped.
"I like doing it to you," Andrea whispered. "Are you ready for my tongue?"
"Yes," he moaned. "Yes!"
Andrea lowered her face until she was crouched at a similar level. His ass hold was directly in front of her, puckered like a pair of baby's lips.
She pushed her face forward until her cheeks were squeezed by the cheeks of his ass. Her tongue flicked out. . .
Dick screamed.
She closed her eyes and pressed forward, working her tongue back and forth until she could get nearly all of it into the expanded space of his rectum.
The taste was pleasant; like pork soaked in oriental sauce ... the type you get in a Chinese restaurant. The grip of his sphincter muscles was distinct. It clamped her tongue like an octopus, squeezing and then letting go...
Gyrating her head, Andrea attempted circular strokes, widening the canal as much as she could and penetrating the depths of his rectum with all the length of her tongue that she could manage.
"I always wanted someone to ream my little old brown ass-hole," Dick shyly confessed in a half moan as Andrea continued the anal activity. "I wanted it ever since I was an adolescent. One of the older kids was my sexual hero. He used to have all sorts of exploits. Just a little more to the right, please."
Andrea shifted her tongue.
"Really exciting things. I was forever thinking about all the things that Jeff did ... all the things that happened to him ... throughout my teens. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Andrea gasped, "just pausing to catch my breath."
"Does my talking bother you?"
"Uh-uh," she replied. "It gives me something to listen to."
"Shall I go on?"
"Please."
"So Jeff and his sexual adventures were the things I aspired to. Everything he told me about was exactly what I wanted to do. The same with things I read in books. Honestly, dear, I was very naive. By myself, the only sex I could imagine was simply climbing on top of a girl and inserting my dick and doing the old-fashioned screw, which I enjoyed. Don't get me wrong. I really enjoyed it, believe me."
"I believe you."
"But naturally, as I grew older and gained more experience in the more mundane forms of love, I found myself gradually drifting into the world of the erotic."
"Mmmmmm," Andrea slobbered, expressing her approval with her teeth.
She used her tongue to wedge a bit of his cheek into her mouth and nibbled away like a rabbit, flicking the skin with the edges of her teeth.
She could feel Dick rise in the air by a fraction of an inch at a time. The hair on his spine seemed to stand on end.
"I love your ass!" she moaned.
"I love your licking my ass!"
Andrea whipped her tongue back into the opening of his anus. She began to drill with her tongue in circles, like a flywheel at the head of a drill. Each motion was faster, like froth on a wave.
"That's so good!" Dick groaned. "These were the type of things I wanted to do. But somehow, I don't know about other men, but I suppose they were like me too. I was always kind of shy about asking a girl to do these things to me. It was a combination of circumstances, I know now in looking back on things."
"One major circumstance which inhibited me from making a direct appeal was that-frankly-I never knew whether or not I would actually enjoy the sex act I was thinking about, or whether Jeff's description was what I sought. Oh, Andrea, do you like licking my ass?"
She paused. "I love it, Dick, but honestly, baby-and I know you always want me to tell you the truth-I am getting bored by all of your talk!"
He stiffened-freezing up. Andrea could see his ass-hole tauten before her eyes, and she watched his cock collapse.
"Dick," she said sternly. "You've got to grow up! Everything between us is beautiful, wonderful, poignant, sensual, erotic, romantic and sinful--everything a complete relationship between a normal healthy man and woman should be. It can even get better ... if only you'd stop talking about it!"
"But you said you liked listening to me," Dick blurted. "I was only talking to you."
"Enjoy yourself instead," Andrea said. "Save all that excess chatter for your psychiatrist. As soon as you realize that you are paying twenty-five dollars an hour just to babble like a fart of hot air, then you'll appreciate what a magnificent relationship we've got. But until then, this talk is only dull bullshit!"
"But people have to talk to communicate?"
"Then ask me the things you've been dying to ask me since last night! Indulge yourself in a little reality. The worst you can get is an answer like no .
He shook his head. "I don't understand." Andrea laughed.
"But I don't understand," Dick whimpered.
"You play with your feelings, Dick, as if you were a sensitive, lonely, little lost child whose tender nerve-endings must never be abused. You probably have no pity for others, because you use all your feelings on yourself. I make a friendly little comment to you while I'm in the middle of licking your ass and you take it as a personal insult-strong enough to deflate that precious pee-pee!"
"Of course it was an insult! Dick shot back venomously. "Listen to the tone of your voice."
"That's what I'm getting at, you dope. Stop listening and look around and feel. I was licking your ass-hole. Why was I licking your ass-hole? I'm not your slave. I was licking it because I liked you and I liked it and I liked you liking me like it. Now those are enough compound reasons to satisfy even an intellectual's fuck!"
He shook his head.
"Do you want me to leave?"
"Andrea," Dick shouted, "I don't understand. One minute we're as close together as any two people, and then the next you're bitterly attacking me as if I were your worst, most hated enemy in the whole wide world."
She laughed.
"I hate you!" Dick snarled.
"You don't mean it," she said, "so I won't react to it. Listen, Dick, I just want you to get back to the natural state of feeling what's going on between us instead of that armored position where you look like a turtle stuck in a shell."
"I'm so confused," he said. "I don't know what you're talking about. Honest, Andrea, I really don't!"
The phone rang.
"Do you mind...? "
Andrea laughed. "This is your phone, Dick. Go ahead and answer it!"
"You've got me so baffled, I don't know what to do next!"
"Baby," she crooned, "answer the phone and then come back to bed with me."
Dick lifted the phone. "Yes?" He paused, listened for a moment and then hung up.
"That was weird."
"Who was it?"
"No one," Dick said. "Just silence at the other end. But I could hear someone breathing. It was kind of scary. No one said anything. Just this breathing. But whoever it was, knew I was there."
Andrea looked thoughtful. "That is weird."
Dick shook his head. "No ... it's nothing really. I was just a little jumpy from our little scene. I think I understand what you mean, Andrea. I think I know what you're talking about. All I can do is put myself in your hands."
"Good," she smiled. "Everything will be perfect. Don't forget I'm really a witch..."