Chapter 3
As I sat in the car I began to wonder why I was so meekly awaiting my punishment. Neither of my parents were notoriously liberal; in fact, my father had once slapped me in the mouth for walking through the living room in my nightie when one of his friends was there. No, I couldn't expect them to sit down and discuss it in a grown-up fashion. They'd hit and kick and. they'd yell at me for days. Abruptly I slipped into the driver's seat and turned the key in the ignition. If they had it in mind to punish me they would have to catch me first.
I drove home as quickly as I dared, packed some essentials into an overnight bag, and drove toward the freeway. In a parking lot not far from the ramp I dumped the car and walked the rest of the way. I didn't know where I was going. My nerves jangled with each step and I kept looking around to see if a batallion of relatives was creeping up behind me. But somehow I got up the ramp and by the side of the freeway, my thumb stuck out in the appropriate way, and in less than a minute someone pulled up to offer me a ride. I ran over to the car, happy to have made my escape.
"Thank you very much!" I panted, entering through the opened door. "I really appreciate this."
"Don't mention it." The man was short and stocky, dressed in a shiny double-knit suit and a loud tie, and in the back of the car he had a rack from which hung some fifty dresses. "I'm always glad to give young people a ride, it breaks the monotony for me. Especially when they're as pretty as you. My name is Henry, what's yours?"
"Donna." He said that that was a nice name and went on to tell me that he was a travelling salesman on his way to San Francisco. And when he asked me where I was .heading, I said that that was my destination, too. He offered me a cigarette and we smoked in silence for a while. His car was big and powerful and I loved the way it hissed along the straight freeway. It wouldn't take us long to get. to the city at all at this rate. I could see myself now walking about in the big city with all those sophisticated people, no parents to bother me, no school to distract me, I could live my own life the way I saw fit!
"You know, I have this system," said Henry, breaking the silence, "and I think it's a fair one. When I pick up a hitchhiker I figure I'm saving him, oh, about twenty, thirty bucks in fares or gas. Now I'm not a greedy man, I make a good living, but I don't believe in throwing away money either. Your weight puts more of a strain on the engine and so it consumes more gas than it would if I were in here all alone. So why don't we meet each other halfway? You give me five bucks. That way you save about twenty and I don't lose anything on the deal."
I gasped! My overnight bag contained a few changes of clothes, a toothbrush, soap, even some toilet paper, but I had clean-forgotten about money! How could I have been so dumb? The best thing for me to do was go home and face the music ... and get beaten? No, I had to stick it out "I'm sorry, Henry, but I'm flat-broke," I told him.
"Flat broke, eh?" He nodded knowingly. "You mean you don't have a penny to your name? What do you expect from people, little lady? Did you think I'd buy you dinner and all that on the way? You're an optimist I'll say that for you." There was a nasty overtone to his voice and I felt sure he'd throw me out of the car at any moment
"It's not that I can look after myself," I said.
"Oh sure you can, sure, without a penny in your pocket. But I've got a good idea. When you're young and pretty you don't really need all that much money, not if you know how to behave." He let his words sink in for a while and went on, "Do you know how to behave?" I shook my head, puzzled by his question. Did I know how to conduct myself like a young lady? My mother had certainly drummed a lot of rules into my head. But that wasn't what he i had in mind. His hand came to rest on my upper thigh and he squeezed me while his eyes bored into mine. "Do you know how to be nice to men?" he asked.
"Why don't you let me out here?" I said, pushing his hand away. I didn't want to play those games anymore, they only got me into trouble. Besides, Henry wasn't the most likeable person in the world, I decided. He was leering and breathing heavily, and his florid face was turning a deeper shade of red. "I stuck my thumb out for a ride, that was all, and you knew what that entailed before you picked me up." Logic was lost on him.
"Do you know how to be nice?" he repeated. "If you're nice I'll take you right into San Francisco and HI treat you to a nice big steak dinner on the way. That's all right, isn't it?" I shrugged and said I thought it was. "Well then, just be nice!"
"All right, I'll be nice." His hand tightened on my thigh and moved up an inch or so to make the side of his palm push into my cunt. "Take your jeans off," he said, his voice suddenly soft and husky. "But leave your panties on. Then come sit close to me."
I didn't want to do it but there seemed to be no choice. If I could get to the city I would be all right; until then I would just have to play along with him. My jeans dropped to the floor and I slid along the seat so as to place my pussy within range of his groping hand. He kept his eyes on the road but that was all. His hand moved up and down my thigh and nestled into my crotch, repelling me and exciting me at the same time. I shivered with the thrill of it. Such power! That little pocketbook between my legs was stuffed with power; it could get me to San Francisco and into steak houses-and it could (and did) get me kicked out of house and home.
"Yummmmmm," he said licking his lips. A solitary finger had slipped under the elastic and worked into my split, and to my shame it was quite juicy down there. He withdrew his finger and licked the fluid off very slowly, and now he took his eyes off the road so he could convey the full measure of his pleasure to me. "Tasty little snatch you got there, my dear. Let me have another sample." His finger moved deeper this time, sliding down the slippery inner lips until he found my hole and the thick digit moved up it as far as he could get it in. Another slurp of his finger and that bulge in his pants leaped up into a teepee. "There's nothing like young stuff," he told me as if I were a third party. "They taste fresh and perky, you know, not like old dames. They're like swamps." He pulled a face and went for his third taste.
Big trucks roared by us now and then, passing on the passenger side, and as they drew up level they seemed to stay there for longer than I thought proper. When I checked to see what was keeping the driver, I found it was me. The one I caught in the act was literally hanging out of his window, gaping at the sight of my panties and the moving finger under the crotch of them. I wondered how he managed to control his semi, and I also wondered why he thought it was worth risking his life to get a look at me. Was the whole world sex-starved? Or just crazy?
"Dear, they're looking at you, grinned Henry. He was fingering me steadily now and getting to me in more ways than one. "That's what those boys live for, a little glimpse of pussy now and then. Well, go on honey, show him what you got!"
"You mean...?" He nodded and withdrew his finger. I thought he was very strange but I lifted my ass and pulled my panties down over my knees. For a minute the truck and Henry's car were perilously close and I was expecting my life to be snuffed out any second. The truck driver was yelling something but I couldn't hear. Then Henry stepped on the gas and left the man behind. He was chuckling to himself.
"Terrific! Hey, you're a great little gal, a real hot number. No, leave those panties off, I want you to take all your clothes off in fact. Yeah, everything, bra and all."
"But everyone's going to see me!" I protested. He didn't listen. I undressed slowly, still wondering what was happening to my life. Just a few miles from home and already the whole world had been turned upside down. I folded my clothes neatly and sat next to Henry, naked, and feeling rather silly. The truck caught up with us even though Henry was sitting on ninety, and I thought he meant to stay with us all the way. But when I happened to spread my legs there was a sudden blotch of white on the trucker's windshield and he slowed down at once.
"Sit with your back against the door," Henry instructed me. "Now spread your legs for me. Oh yes, delicious. How old are you? Well then, how come you got hardly any pubic hair?"
I blushed. It was a sore point with me that no hair would grow on my legs or arms, and that only very little appeared on my pussy or under my arms. Other girls had big bushes of the stuff all over their bodies but I was a late bloomer in that respect. They, in their turn, envied me my big tits and that made up for it. Still, when someone commented on my lack of hair it took me aback. "I dunno," I said moodily.
"That's terrific. I had this red-haired girl in my car one time and boy, she had a bush that you needed a machete for! Thick as a jungle. I didn't like that at all. I like girls like you with nice full pussy lips and just enough hair to tickle my nose. Can you drive?"
"Sure."
"Then take over for a while and I'll show you what I mean." He didn't stop the car but simply moved out of the way so I could slide into the driver's seat. "Now then, put your left foot on the accelerator and hold it there, and bring your right foot over to me. That's the way. Now stay like that."
The road stretched endlessly before me. The city was hours away, and in those hours I would have to put up with this strange man. Why couldn't a nice old lady have given me a ride? But Henry was down on me and licking my pussy ever-so-delicately, and those refined impulses of fun crept outward from my loins to every part of my body, to stir me up and make me yearn once more for a strong, pulsing member to fill my pussy. Ted hadn't been so bad. Of course Uncle Arnie had been the best because he was older and wiser, and that meant that Henry could do it to me just as well. Should I ask him? No, he was having too much fun down there. He groaned and sucked, holding my pussy lips wide open with both his thumbs, and the sensation of his tongue slithering about in there like a berserk snail was wild enough to make me want to lie back and give in to him completely. The car wasn't driving straight I ahead any more. It wandered from one lane to the other, slowed unaccountably and then sped up again. I tried hard to drive it properly but emotions swept my concentration away and left me to function on automatic pilot.
"Now it's your turn." He sat up and wiped my Juice from his lips but there was more on his face which he left there. Again we made the complicated maneuver to change seats. Henry leaned against his door and placed his right leg along the seat, leaving the rest up to me. I was still quaking and nervous from his licking but I managed to undo his zipper and extricate his cock. He was hard as a rock, so ripe, and ready that I only had to close my hand around his stalk to make him very tense. "Wait, wait, just let it go for a moment." He pushed my hand away and drove very stiffly for a while, then nodded and gave me the go-ahead. "Okay. I didn't want to come just yet, not with your lovely lips so near. Come on, girl, suck it good, there's nothing I like better than a nice long sucking session. Go to it."
"Shouldn't we stop someplace?" I suggested. He had driven me past the point at which I could dabble. Now that he had licked me so well I wanted more and more, I wanted his tongue to rest inside my cunt, I wanted his cock to probe gently but thoroughly down my throat, and I wanted to be fucked again just to see if he could set off the same emotions my uncle had caused in me. But most of all I wanted him not to smash up his car while I was in it. My life seemed to be just beginning. If I pleased him too much, it might end, too.
"No, no, I've done this a hundred times," he said boastfully. "I could drive this car with Marilyn Monroe hanging off my dick. Go on, I'll show you."
"Okay, if you're sure." I took his knob between my lips and sucked on it cautiously. But as the power of his cock got to me I forgot about the dangers. Eating became my only concern. He was so nice and big, so filling somehow, and when I ran my tongue about his knob he became all tense and wriggly. I licked him up and down, suckled his balls, even tugged at his pubic hair to see if that had any effect, but mainly I kept his cock deep in my mouth and sucked and sucked and sucked! I sucked till I was blue in the face but every time I came close to making him come, he pushed me away and rested for a minute. Then I'd be back where I had started.
The siren came as a relief, much like the cavalry storming over the hill to rescue the beleaguered troops. I couldn't suck anymore, my jaw muscles were sore, my lips needed a rest and my tongue felt like an old bundle of rags. "Shit!" said Henry, pulling over to the side of the road. "Quick, honey, get in the back and hide among those dresses. I don't want that cop to know what I was doing." He zipped his fly up and helped me over the back of the seat. I nestled in between the dresses, holding my clothes and my breath. I heard the cop's bike come to a stop, heard him order Henry out of the car to produce his papers, and then there was some discussion which I couldn't pick up on. I felt very tired and it was nice and cozy among the dresses. If only I could stay there for the rest of the trip and sleep! Henry didn't know what he was doing to me.
"Come out of there, young lady," said a rough voice. The dresses were pushed apart and a helmeted face looked down into my nest. I crawled out reluctantly and sat on the front seat. "No, right out!"
"What, out where everyone can see me?" I asked.
"Oh ... yeah, well drive over to that rest stop then." We drove the few hundred yards down the freeway and pulled in. Henry instructed me to be nice to the cop because he'd been threatening to take away his license. I was to do everything the policeman wanted; Henry would make it up to me later. How the hell did I get myself into this situation? I wondered.
At the rest stop we were far enough off the road and in deep enough shade to be insulated from passing traffic. I clambered out of the car and stood on the grass in my bare skin, looking first at Henry, then at the cop. "Now what?"
"This won't take long," said the cop, unzimnne his pants. "Go on, bend over baby. You don't mind waiting on the other side of the car, do you buddy? I like to fuck in private."
"Yes, but I like to watch" said Henry, suddenly very intense. The cop gave him a strange look, shrugged, and muttered something about different strokes. He was a big man all over and secretly I was delighted by this chance to experiment anew with sex. But his demeanor was scary. He was so strong and hairy that he looked as though he could take me apart with his bare hands. And when he made me turn around to face the car, in the frisking position, I could hardly keep my knees from buckling. My ass was his to do with as he pleased, there was nothing I could do to stop him, and as I poked it out at him I felt incredibly vulnerable. Hard flesh touched me right between the cheeks, my asshole pinched shut, extra tight, but the smooth knob slid by it and w-edged in between my cunt lips. The changes in action had unnerved me and dried out my pussy. I wanted him to get in and out but there was nothing to be done about it. I was dry and that was that.
"Christ!" he grunted, holding my cheeks open forcibly. "You can't get any tighter than that! Come on, you little bitch, ease up on me!"
"I can't!" I wailed, doing my best to relax my cunt muscles. But they were locked into place.
"Hey, you, you got anything in your car to lubricate this little bitch. I'm in a hurry!" The cop sounded very angry and that made it all the harder for me to relax. Henry said he had nothing. "Goddammit, I'll have to get some grease off the bike chain," said the cop.
"No, no, don't do that," said Henry. "You'll never wash it off. I've got a better idea." He took out his cock, still stiff from my prolonged sucking session, and to my surprise he began to rub the skin of it hack and forth so that it rubbed over the edge of his glans. "Just give me a minute and you'll have enough lubricant to stick your fist up her," he assured the cop.
"You are weird," declared the cop, "but all right, hurry it up and let's get it on! I'm as horny as a goat." I stared at Henry's cock, fascinated by the sight of a man masturbating himself. The cop's cock bumped into my split now and then, but he was waiting too. Henry jerked off at full-pelt, his free hand forming a cup under his glans, and within a minute he shuddered and released a rush of white fluid that he neatly caught. More blurted out, more than enough to lubricate a whole squad of cops. I realized that I was very wet now and that the cream was hardly necessary, but that didn't matter. The cop took his stiff cock and dipped it into Henry's hand, and Henry squeezed him and worked the sperm around his knob until it was dripping with the stuff. Then the cop turned to me with a strange glimmer in his eyes, and told me to bend over again.
No problem this time. His thick, nightstick cock slid by the barriers as though they weren't there, and pushed it all the way in. His knob slammed into the neck of my womb and I let out a yell of pain and awe. "Yeah, yell baby," I heard him hiss into my ear. "Let me know how much you like it. Here, take this! And this!" Giant thrusts of his stiff cock reduced me to a quivering organism. No man had fucked me so brutally and I wasn't at all sure if I liked it. But when I managed to get a better hold on the car door and arranged myself so I could watch his reflection in the window, the bout took on a new significance for me. The cop hunched over me like dogs did and his crude face was locked in a desperate grimace as he banged his cock in and out of me with all his strength.
To one side Henry leaned against the fender and fondled his limp, dripping dick as if he intended to go another round. It was actually swelling and rising as I watched it, and I figured he must have been telling the truth when he told the cop he liked to look on. There, it was upright again and Henry stroked it steadily, watching us very closely and beating off in time with the cop's pounding. Cars whizzed by and birds sang in the trees, and w-edged in between those sounds was the awkward harmonizing of the cop's grunts, Henry's wheezes, and my shrill cries.
"All right baby, here I cornel Ready or not! Open up, spread those legs, yeah-AAAAAAAAARRRGGGHHHH-UHN!" Sperm flooded my pussy and sperm blew into my face. Henry had maneuver himself over to me so that his knob was inches from my mouth and as soon as the cop let his load go, Henry cut his own loose. Thick drops slid down my cheek, hung suspended from my nose and lower lip, and Henry kept pumping more into my face. The cop had pulled out and used my jeans to wipe his cock clean. Then he threw them on the ground, zipped his pants up and mounted his motorcycle. "All right, you can go," he told Henry, "and thank your lucky stars I didn't book you for danger-bus driving, speeding, and indecent exposure." Henry quickly tucked his spent member away and looked pious. I was left to stand there with come all over my face and running out of my cunt, naked, defenseless, used and abused, and all I could think was that it served me right. The balance of power tilted toward me for as long as I kept my legs closed. The moment I spread 'em, that was the moment I became the prey instead of the boss.
Chalk it up to experience, I told myself. The cop roared off and I got back into the car with Henry. While he drove at the speed limit I cleaned up and dressed. Henry had nothing to say to me now. He smoked a smelly cigar and hummed to himself but when I asked him how long we had to go he didn't even see fit to answer me. He took me to San Francisco, though.
I must have fallen asleep for a few minutes because there was a strange taste in my mouth when I swallowed. My whole body felt warm and sleepy, sensual as a cat in the sun, and when I looked around to get my bearings I found Thelma was in the room with me. She was dusting the window sills slowly, gazing out through the lacy curtains at the street and pretending to be unaware of my presence. But she kept stooping low to get at invisible specks of dust and each time she did her dress rode high up the backs of her thighs, so high that I could discern the sudden rise of her cheeks for split seconds at a time.
Where were her panties? Thelma usually exposed nothing more than her knees, and that only on a good day. But now she was exposing herself to me like a dirty old man, and I couldn't understand her motives! Vaguely I recalled her saying something about her man leaving her some time ago, but surely that couldn't be the reason. Whatever it was I couldn't help but enjoy her wooing. She was a sexy bitch if nothing else.
"Oh, you're awake?" she said. "I hope my working here didn't disturb you, did it?"
"How could it?" I said sarcastically.
"I just wanted to be sure." Her dusting took her over to the tall wardrobe in the corner and she dusted the top of it for the first tune ever. Now her dress exposed most of her ass, those big, firm, delicious black cheeks that bulged out and leaned in against each other to form a tight, long split. I couldn't get over how her cheeks stood out from the small of her back, an abrupt rise that curved out and back in like perfect hemispheres, and each time she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, one of her cheeks pushed out further and the other relaxed-but even the relaxed cheek retained its exquisite form! Between her strong thighs I saw small tufts of hair marking the spot, and for a moment a long, dizzy thrill ran through me. Thelma couldn't know that she was recreating a scene from my past.
Anna brought me into her apartment off the cold streets of San Francisco on that first night of independence. She was in her thirties, a big woman with an open grin and short hair, and when she had seen me loitering about on a dim corner, hopelessly lost she had taken charge of my life. As she opened her door for me I felt very grateful to her. She was admitting me to a haven of peace and security, she was giving me a breather from what had been the most hectic day of my life. Kind, thoughtful, she drew a bath for me and laid out a fresh, terry-cloth bathrobe for me. She even helped me undress.
"You poor thing," she said, taking my grubby jeans from me, "you look as though you've had quite a day. Did you run away from home?" I nodded, too tired to think up a he. "Yes, that's what I thought. So many lads have been arriving here lately, probably because there are a lot of crash pads in this neighborhood. Give me your blouse. And your panties, I'll wash them tonight. There's a laundry downstairs so it's no trouble."
"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this," I said, sinking into the hot tub with a sigh of pure bliss. Anna sat on a chair near the tub and watched me with kindly eyes. She still had my clothes in her hands and I felt slightly self-conscious about my panties. They had to be a bit smelly yet she clutched them in one hand and the other garments in the other, and as she spoke to me the hand holding my panties supported her chin so that the fumes had to be rising to her nostrils. But she didn't seem to notice so I set the matter aside. The bath was sheer luxury after a long day in Henry's car and those hours out in the street with not a penny in my pocket.
"It's perfectly all right, I like to have people stay over now and then and you can stay as long as you want. Do you want me to wash your back for you?"
"Would you?" I was happy to see her putting my clothes down. She applied soap and water to my back and washed me very thoroughly to the water line. Then she told me to stand up and I did, feeling like a child again. My affection for her increased every moment. She washed me with such care, every part of me, and when I was lathered up all over she stood back and let me rinse. In the meantime she filled her douche with powder and warm water and handed it to me. I blushed. This was a very private operation as far as I was concerned. But then I realized that she had douched hundreds of times and it wouldn't matter to me. I inserted the nozzle and squeezed the bag so that a rush of little, tense streams of water erupted deep inside my pussy. "Oooowww!" I said, and at once my blush deepened.
"Isn't that nice?" said Anna. "I love taking a douche myself and I think most women do, only they won't admit it." I nodded but couldn't say anything for embarrassment. Somehow I didn't believe that one was allowed to like douching. "There, give it to me and stand up." I did as I was told and Anna pulled the plug and turned on the hand shower to rinse me down from head to foot while the water drained out of the tub. I felt incredibly clean and the vigorous towelling she gave me was just what I needed to get me ready for bed.
She asked if I were hungry or thirsty but I just shook my head and yawned. "Oh, I see," she smiled, "our little traveller is exhausted. Well, no wonder. Come on my girl, let's get you up to bed." I put the robe on and followed her into the bedroom.!! You'll have to share my bed so I hope you don't lack in your sleep." She pulled the covers back and let me crawl in under the blankets. I lay on my back, my head high on a bunch of soft pillows, and watched as she fussed about the room. She told me to stay awake awhile so she could heat some milk for me, and to pass the time I followed her with my eyes. She was strongly built but not at all fat, I decided, and although her clothes were conservative they were well-cut. Her dress looked quite expensive but then it was clear she had money. The apartment had been decorated in much the same way as she dressed, simple, tasteful, and anything but cheap. How lucky I was to have found such a benefactress!
I thought back to the novels my mother liked to read, about poor waifs like myself who are adopted by rich widows, and when the widows die the waifs are left with more money than they had ever dreamed existed. That would be my lot ... although I didn't want Anna to die, she was much too nice for that. My stream of thought was interrupted suddenly when the woman bent over at one point, and her dress rose over her stockings, over the white flesh of her solid thighs and further ... further! I thought I should close my eyes but I couldn't! There, nestling between her thighs and below two round masses of flesh, was a bunch of hair, her cunt hair! Much as I wanted to look away I couldn't stop myself from staring at that mysterious, bushy area. Anna held the pose long enough for me to get a good eyeful and then she straightened up and turned around. Nothing was said. I wasn't sure that she had seen me look up her dress, but then I figured that it didn't matter; she was a woman and so was I.
The warm milk made me sleepy but one section of my mind continued to work frantically. It kept dragging the image of her partially-exposed ass back to my mind's eye, turning it over and examining it from all sides. Why did it shock me so much? I had seen other women naked ... my mother, a few of my girl friends, that was all, and none of them had ever had the impact on me that Anna had. But now I found myself eyeing Anna's bustline and speculating just how big her tits really were and what they would look like without the support of a bra.
There, now go to sleep," she said, tucking me in and mussing my hair. I obeyed her like a good little girl, setting aside all the naughty thoughts to deliver myself to the seductive lures of sleep. The robe was about my naked body, I felt safe and secure-except that a small pilot light kept my sleep from being absolute. Why didn't Anna wear panties? Normal women did. Did that mean Anna wasn't normal?
Had I been solidly asleep, I would never have noticed the light touch of her hand on my body. Her caress was subtle, moving along the contours as though she were a painter about to reproduce me on canvas. The robe had been parted and pulled out of the way so that it was her skin against mine, and in my woolly, sleep-sodden condition I could only recognize that Anna was touching me, but not why she was touching me. I attributed her gesture to fondness and protectiveness, and that satisfied my bluntened faculties. But as the touches grew more insistent and personal, my mind had to come up with better explanations for her behavior, and found none.
I felt her fingers stroke my nipples and squeeze my breasts, I felt her move down slowly along my belly to where the sparse brown hairs grew, and most of all I felt one inquiring finger prod in between my pussy lips. This couldn't be happening! Still half-asleep I turned over on my belly, thus blocking out her favored areas. But that didn't deter my new friend. Her hand moved along the slow curve of my back right down to the dip and rise to my ass and, if that weren't bold enough, she took hold of both my buns with her hands and squeezed them hard. The mantle of sleep dropped off me far enough to uncover my eyes at least, and the suspicion that Anna wasn't normal took on a greater semblance of truth. Why would a woman caress another woman there? Perhaps she was a man dressed up as-a woman? But no, I had seen the place between her legs where men had long, dangling things, and Anna definitely didn't have one of those.
Her lips brushed along my back, ever-so-smoothly, ever-so-soft, and I just didn't know what to do. The room was pitch-dark, I couldn't even be sure that I was awake! All I could think of to do was to he perfectly still and offer her no encouragement. In the morning I would wake up and find my new friend there, and I'd tell her about my dream so we could both have a good laugh. I recreated a picture of her in my mind, those deep blue eyes and the dark blonde hair, the calm face and the wide, sensual mouth, no, there was nothing abnormal about her. It was all a dream. And since it was merely a dream I figured it was best to just enjoy it.
It did feel good, there was no denying it. She kissed her way down to the small of my back and lingered there for a long time, sucking at my flesh and breathing heavily. Her hands moved along the full-blown buns of my ass rhythmically, just touching them enough to rub them up the right way. My sexual barometer began to operate: fluid oozed out of my cunt walls and gathered within the fleshy folds down there in readiness for whatever was about to happen. My nipples tingled as though they'd been injected with Alka-Seltzer and they were stiff as little bullets. Lucky this was all a dream or I'd have to think of myself as being abnormal!
When her lips moved down along the cleft of my ass I stiffened up and gritted my teeth so as not to make a move or utter a single groan. My stupefied brain reasoned that any noise or unusual movement might alert Anna to the content of my dreams and she would promptly lack me out of her apartment, back out into the cold, inhospitable streets! No, it was better to spoil some of my own fun and keep quiet. Her tongue insinuated itself in-between the cheeks of my ass and slipped down until the tip of it was right above my asshole. That proved it was a dream! Ann started to lick me very slowly, running her tongue along the perimeter of my anus and moving back down to my pussy. That made it all the harder for me to he still. Those long lightning bolts of bliss shot out from my loins to every part of me and set alight huge bonfires of passion that had to be fought by more will power than I could muster.
I was about to break when she stopped licking me. There was some rustling and moving about in the dark, and then she went down to my cunt again. I thought she'd resume her licking but no, a light sprang up in the dark, a small light that came from beneath the covers. I couldn't work that out at all, so I opened my eyes a little and saw the big bulge under the blankets where Anna was. From then on it was just a matter of adding one and one. She had the flashlight trained on my pussy and she was looking me over! Now there was no way to deny it: Anna was strange!
The flashlight went off after a few minutes and Anna settled down beside me. She wrapped her strong arms around me and held me close to her body. The robe came in between her and me, and for a moment I regretted that. If nothing else she had succeeded in making me horny. Still, it was nice to be held like that, so reassuring somehow. I nodded off again with a minimum of trouble and this time my sleep was complete.