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fire ant
I used to live in a small college town for my graduate program. It was a great university, but since it was located in the “Bible Belt” (see note 1), the college town was a real stuffy little village. I had an aunt who died and left me a sizable inheritance so I could focus on my studies, at least most of the time.
I’m a girl and I’m single. However, I’ve been on the receiving end of a few men before, and they’ve left me with hurts so deep that I won’t miss them for a long time. Nonetheless, I am human after all, and my libido still lurks in the background so hot it makes me sweat.
One thing that stood out to me in the small village of Boredom was Susan. She was a lovely, slightly shy married woman, only a year or two older than me. She was in college at the time, and she had a few classes in the same field as mine. In between, we would read books together and gradually we became friends. Her husband was a typical villager from a small, stuffy village. They had a swimming pool in their backyard, surrounded by a high fence. On days when I only had half a day of school, she would sometimes invite me to swim at her house after school. I loved swimming and was pretty good at it.
When I went to her house the first day, she wore a nondescript one-head bathing suit that hid all of her beautiful body. I complimented her twice and it seemed to please her. Each time I went, her bathing suit seemed to get smaller and smaller, so of course it was different each time. The fourth time I went, her bathing suit was so small that it was a bikini set, with only a string cording down the back. The front of the suit barely covered her private parts. As usual, I complimented her on her wonderful cut. That day, her large, round breasts were covered only by the bathing suit, and her nipples were firming up under the thin cloth. God, she was so good looking. I told her that the bikini she wore would have given arrest even in CT. She seemed to be flirting with me. After we had a couple of drinks, she opened up more and more. I could tell she was admiring my body too.
In the past, whenever I was at her house I wore a bikini to flaunt my cut and my 38C boobs (not squeezed out, please). I’ve noticed her looking at my boobs a couple times now, and I’ve tried to show them off as unobtrusively as possible. Her toned body was lying down, her bathing suit barely covering her torso, while her ass was soaking up the sun. The view was deliciously mouth-watering. I “ate” her up with my eyes and could see that she was also watching my every move. I asked her if she had ever tried to get naked in the sun, and she said she would like to, but was afraid I would be embarrassed.
I told her I’ve been to plenty of nude beaches. Then without saying a word I took off my own bikini and she followed suit. Her sun-balanced nude body was beautiful. Her breasts were lovely and round, sheathed in large, pink areolas, and her nipples were high and erect.
Her blonde pubic hair was cut flush and shaved almost to her gorgeous pussy. I was already impulsive just looking at her. I’d decided to see if her interest in me would bloom like a flower if I nurtured it carefully. How do you get a tiger’s son without going into the tiger’s den? So I lay down, lifted one leg up and slowly slid it aside to give her a good look at my lovely (as some people call me) . I shaved my privates neatly, except for a small triangular area on top. My labia minora jutted out a little, showing off my nicely shaped cleft.
Her eyes went up fishing and she couldn’t take her eyes off of them once she looked at them. I wiggled my knees around and I could feel I was getting very wet. Toward the end I sat up and crossed my legs, my calves parted. I felt the cool air inside my vagina. I spread my wet pussy lips apart to give Susan a good look at my wet pussy.
“Susan, you’re staring at me.” I laughed. She just nodded her head. “Like what you see?”
She nodded again and her face nearly reddened. “Come a little closer, I love it when beautiful women look at me .” She hesitated for a moment, then came up and sat next to me in my beach chair, her eyes glued to mine. “You’re making me hot just looking at my bare little self. I can’t help it, just looking at your beautiful naked body really gets me going. You’re so beautiful. Do you know what I want to do?” I asked looking into her lovely blue eyes. She slowly shook her head. “I’m going to give myself a come and you’re going to watch. I’m going to finger my pussy and I’m going to finger myself until I come. You want to watch, don’t you?” I asked slyly.
She nodded and said “yes” in a voice so faint it was barely audible. I put my heart on the line and bent forward to give her the softest, gentlest kiss I could manage. Her eyes closed, and she looked a little disappointed, as if she blamed me for not kissing her longer. I lay back halfway on the beach chair and spread my legs wide to give her a good look at me. I slid a finger into my mouth and pulled it out, a silvery thread of saliva dangling there until it broke. Susan watched as if hypnotized as I slid my fingers down, slowly, into my private parts. I placed my finger as deep as I could, then slid it out and moved it to the parted pussy lips, wetting them both. I poked my other hand down and pulled the top of my pussy a little higher.
My stiffening clit pushed through the foreskin and ran out. I rubbed it gently and my clit actually flared even more. My clit was large and Susan sucked in a breath of air when she saw the head of the pink nub emerge. When I pulled up further, my clit had slipped out almost half an inch and was as thick in diameter as a pencil. She opened her mouth and looked away. “God, I’m hot.” I whimpered hoarsely, “My clit is on fire. It needs to be licked and slurped like a penis. Do you want to slurp my clit, Susan? It needs a pair of lips wrapped around it.” She leaned forward diagonally, her lips slightly parted, her tongue licking her lower lip, then she moved back. Her eyes were full of doubt. She wanted to fuck, but didn’t want to. I smiled weakly at her. She pressed her legs together tightly. A good symptom sign.
I slid one finger deep inside, pulled it out, and slid it into my mouth. I licked it, then put that finger back inside, pulled it out again, and into my mouth. She watched nervously, her brow lightly furrowed as her mouth mimicked the shape of my labia. I slid my finger inside again, then then out, sliding it around my pussy core. I moaned huskily. God, not only was I hot all over, but I was masturbating within inches of her. I pushed my hips forward into her face. The scent of my passionate and slutty sex filled her nostrils and I could see her nostrils on fire. Slowly, I put on a good show for her. While letting my fingers in and out of my , adding thrusts to two, then three fingers inside me. Love juices dripped out of my wet pussy almost like a water hose, my fingers making little watery noises as they moved in and out. Her body bent forward even more, her face only half a foot from mine.
I pulled my fingers out once more and set them still. She looked at a couple of my wet, love-coated fingers. Her lips were slightly less open. Not wanting to startle her, I slowly put a couple of my fingers in front of her mouth. She could smell my desire, my love juice. Very slowly I placed the tips of my fingers on her lips and gently grazed her open lips. She let out a slight gasp of surprise and her body retreated back just a little. I placed my fingertip on her lips again. I slid my finger inside her mouth. Her lips nibbled on my finger and I simultaneously felt her tongue move over my finger as her mouth sucked and slurped on my finger. I tenderly finger her mouth with mine. She closed her eyes and whimpered. I withdrew my finger and bent forward to kiss her tenderly. She in turn squeezes me tightly. Now it becomes her tongue sliding in and out of my mouth. Her hand wraps around my head, pulling me toward her.
We kissed for a while, then we parted for a little while. Her eyes closed. I slid my fingers inside, then into her lips and mouth. She sucked it in, but suddenly her eyes widened.
“I… I… I… I want to kiss you… you… your pussy.” Susan stuttered. I kissed her, sliding my tongue into her mouth. I probed down and placed my hand on her soaked, open pussy. She moaned as my fingers gently slid into her wet hole. I then brought my finger to my lips again, slurping and tasting her sweet-salty love juices. I repeated what I had just done, but this time I put my finger in her mouth and she slurped.
I took her firm globes in one hand and rubbed them gently and feebly. Her hard erect nipples pushed against my hand. Then I moved back and spread my legs wide apart.
She gazed at me and hesitated again. “Susan, dearest, here I am. All given to you. Kiss me like you want your own sweet pussy kissed. Think about how you want others to kiss you, slurp you, lick you, love you. Just do what you want. It’s that simple. Gentle. Soft. We have the whole afternoon, sweetheart.” She looked up at me and smiled, her smile broad. I waited for her to enter me. She hesitates for a few more seconds, then she stops thinking and bends over to kiss my stomach. Her tongue slides out to lick my skin, savoring my flesh. She looks up into my eyes, smiling. Her hands moved to my legs and stroked them, soft and loving. Her touch was so endearing, I almost melted. She moved down and kissed my legs: first the insides, then the joint between them and my body. Her tongue left wet trails. She looked up and smiled, and I knew she was playing with me, now that she knew what she wanted to do.
She bent down and stuck out her tongue.
It was my turn to moan as her tongue slid over my pussy from bottom to top, slow and delectable.
Her tongue licked the base of my nub one quick stroke at a time, and then one stroke at a time around the nub, causing me to scream high. Her lips touched my nub, at first she sucked and slurped weakly, then more and more vigorously, her tongue kept licking and bumping against my nub, a pattern she wanted her nub to be slurped and licked. Slowly Susan kissed, licked and slurped my open pussy. I lay back and ran my hand around her head gently stroking her soft blonde hair. My lower body couldn’t help but move upward to meet her sweet mouth. I felt a couple of her fingers slide into me and carefully slide to the end. Those fingers explored the inside of my both wet and hot pussy. Her lips and tongue, on the other hand, focused their activity on my clit as she gradually pushed my passion to a crescendo until I screamed as my lower body ate up her mouth. My pussy was spasming, squeezing her fingers tightly. She told me later that the best feeling was knowing that she had gotten me to lose it.
My orgasm was strong and long, and I couldn’t calm down for a long time. I hadn’t had sex with a man or woman in a long time. When I came to my senses, I held her in my arms and thanked her profusely. Her full breasts and firm nipples pressed against mine. When I slipped one finger between her two labia, her pussy lips opened up and she moaned. “Let’s go inside, please.” I told her, “I want to make love to you on top of a soft bed, and I want to dine on your lovely body. The beach chair is too uncomfortable.”
She immediately agreed, laughing as she did so, and we practically ran into the house. She led me to an incredibly spacious and well appointed room with a large tented bed. She lifted the sheet to reveal silk-made, upholstered sheets. She patted the bed beside her and I sat down, then I lay down and pulled her towards me and we lay and kissed. I slipped one leg between hers, and her mound of love (see note 2) pressed hard against my thigh, rocking gently up and down. Her warm body was soft and slippery against mine. I caressed her torso slowly and methodically, kissing her neck and the backs of her ears again, my tongue savoring her flesh with abandon. She turned me back on top of her and spread her calves to meet me. I felt her spreading sticky wetness on my body. Our pubic mounds clashed against each other. My Eros mound pressed down on her spreading wetness. She moaned, and by then my soft flesh was pushing into her opening her wet flesh and running into the hole.
We pushed against each other without slowing down, stroking each other. Her lower body shifted positions slightly and then began to bounce on my pubic mound as she rode it. Her eyes were closed and when she was about to come she kept whimpering my name as if crying. My hands were still over her tits squeezing them hard when her orgasm came. It seemed that her orgasm was over in a flash. I gave her a kiss before I kissed my way down her body to her soft breasts. Her skin smelled sweet and the ethereal scent of her body filled my nostrils. Her breasts are amazing, and her nipples harden again as I suck and slurp on the large, pink areolas. She squealed as I nibbled on her nipple. I slowly moved to her sweet bottom.
I finally came to her open pussy. Her labia majora were deep red and swollen with enthusiasm.
I parted the two large labia even further, exposing the labia minora. I pinched a little and then forked the labia minora with my fingers. I really love seeing the inner beauty of a woman’s pussy. It was like a red rose with a wet center laden with dew.
I touched the center of the uncovered pussy with my tongue and she let out a sigh of pleasure. I pressed my mouth up and sucked her sweet salty liquid into my mouth. We both moaned together. I pushed my tongue in and mashed it around inside. Her clean, aroused one almost made me lose it with its heavenly odor. God, I love the smell of a woman’s private flesh. I slurped and licked her and myself for several minutes. My face was buried in her pussy and my tongue was digging into it, making the tip of my nose, my chin, and my mouth wet.
I licked from the bottom up again and again, ending each stroke with my tongue flicking the tiny bud on her nub. Her lower body pushed up to meet my strokes. Very carefully I slid one, then two fingers inside her. As a strange woman had taught me before, I interlocked my fingers and then slowly stabbed them in and out, twisting my wrist a little each time. My fingers moved back and forth, thrusting to stimulate the entrance and exit of her pussy. I licked and slurped her nub and flicked it quickly with my tongue while I fingered her pussy. She began to moan and even grunt, her lower body arching upward. My fingers darted in and out of her pussy, my wrist twisting like a whirlwind. My tongue flicked as quickly as I could and then her orgasm exploded. She screamed and screamed, and at that point I was so glad we were indoors.
Her vaginal muscles squeezed my fingers as they spasmed, and at the same time I felt a spurt of love juice come out of her as she climaxed. It squirted onto my mouth and I tasted the salty liquid she had ejaculated. It was a flash in the pan, nothing to write home about, but I’ve seen fountains of love juice like that before. Her orgasm was prolonged. Finally, when she went limp, I was able to pull out my finger. I watched as her beautiful mouth slowly closed. I gently licked her bottom, but avoided her nub. Her calves were also wet. I licked the wet spot and tasted her salty love juice. I smiled and kissed up to her cheeks while she caught her breath.
When she recovered, I kissed her and she thanked me. “I’ve never had such an orgasm in my life.” She said with eyes wide open, “I can’t believe it could be so wonderful. Seeing all the stars in the sky doesn’t even come close to that. I never knew an orgasm could be so intense. I’ve had orgasms with my husband, but…”
After a pause, she added, “It’s never been like this. You were wonderful. Thank you.”
“Um, I thank you too. I had a great time too. It was so satisfying, I guess I could say that, there’s just something satisfying about having sex with someone and knowing that the other person is enjoying it. Sometimes I almost orgasm too, and the sensations are intense. Do you know if you’ve ‘lost it’? A ‘throw’ is still not enough words, but it says pretty much the same thing. When your orgasm came just now, your love juices squirted out, some of them onto my mouth. It’s been a long time since I’ve fucked someone in that playful way.”
Her hands pursed her lips, and she stared roundly with almond eyes, saying, “I didn’t do it. I didn’t pee, did I? Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” I gave her a kiss and told her that it wasn’t pee by any means, but that some women squirt liquids that even scientists are still working on. I told her about a woman who could masturbate for long periods of time and she could squirt out some colorless liquid that might only be a teaspoonful, and which tasted no different than regular love juice. The woman was very proud of her ability and would sometimes perform on special request, but only for female guests.
Susan thought it was higgledy-piggledy when she heard it and wanted to try it again too. I looked at the bedside clock and was suddenly startled to realize that the afternoon had passed without a word. We both rushed to the bathroom for a fun shower together, teasing each other as we did so. The feel of her wet body against mine aroused me. We both restrained ourselves from coming again, and by then her husband was almost home from work. Later when he arrived we were already sitting by the pool innocently sipping our drinks. He couldn’t take his eyes off my body and Susan gave him a stern “don’t do that” look until he went inside. We were reluctant to leave, but we had to sit like that. She leaned over and whispered, “He’ll never guess that we were here naked and making love. He’s as dumb as a stick in the mud. He’ll never get there.”
“Susan, my dearest darling, I used to think this was a stuffy little American village, and I guess the stuffy part never existed any more. Now you and I have a new interest. That one bath has ‘opened my stomach’. Would you like to come to my house tomorrow after class to… revise?” I put on a serious face.
“I think I must have an expert in person for my home lesson tomorrow. I want my teacher to teach me the details of the ancient patterns of love as beautiful as the poetess Shako said they were.” She leaned over and was talking but gave me a light kiss on the cheek, all the while having to guard against her husband peeking around the room at my bikini clad torso. We hugged briefly before I had to leave and I felt her twitch slightly. Yay, tomorrow! Driving home I look at this college town in a new light. It seems this town isn’t too bad after all lah.
Another masterpiece from Tawny T.
Translator’s note.
Note 1: “Bible Belt” refers to a belt-like region in the south-central United States, which is extremely conservative and named for its generally Christian inhabitants.
Note 2: The mound of Eros is a play on the mound of shame.