The Book of DavidChapter 2 The Last High School Hurrah
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A knock at the apartment door on a Sunday afternoon. Who is that? Not expecting anyone.
Billy looks out the peephole. A rich chocolate colored woman, smartly dressed in a blue sweater: Anita.
Haven't seen her in a year...perhaps as long as 18 months. Wonder what she wants...we've been out of touch since going our separate ways, in a way since she said she'd make a go of saving her nearly decade-long marriage to Charles.
Charles had messed around on her after six-and-a-half years together. With some "hood rat," Anita's words. In Billy's mind, this was folly: Anita was an attractive woman still in her early 40's...plump bosoms, nicely round ass-cheeks atop her short, athletic legs. Jamaican descent looks with bright smiles that appeared often, unless Anita was cross: she took shit from no one, either.
Billy had to wonder about this "other woman." Her age, looks, education. What could Charles see in her but not Anita. Billy and Anita had been platonic friends before graduating to higher levels of intimacy before she met and wed Charles; he loved her sexy behind, and watching Anita (a trained masseuse, after quitting her old job where she and Billy first met) jerk his very happy dick off.
Billy was disappointed when Anita was no longer single again (her first marriage ended in her teens) but understood...Billy was a loner, not much of a provider. But their "fuck-buddy" status resumed soon after Charles' infidelity. For about a year, off-and-on. Billy enjoyed her supple and maturing charms once again. Then, after many discussions with Billy about her future, Anita was giving things one more chance. In addition to her body, Anita had often shared her thoughts in that sexy, confident voice of hers: Billy missed it.
Now here she was, outside his door. Heart thumping, he let her in. Man, she looked good...booty fuller and breasts a cup-size larger than nearly 15 years ago, but still boss enough to raise a pulse, and a jeans-tent.
Anita sat down on the couch-end as always. "I don't have much time, maybe an hour. I'm leaving Charles...he admitted seeing that girl again, after I asked him about it. She called me up to say he was thinking of moving in, can you believe that?" Billy said hell, no.
"I've got an idea where I want to go. We'll get divorced, but that won't leave me with much. My daughter's in Georgia, she'll come up when she can and we'll help each other out. My job's doing well, but I've only been there a few months...last in, first out."
"I hate to ask you, Billy but I've nowhere else to turn...my Mother could help, but she needs what she has more than I do. Could you help me like you did before, years ago when I was broke and a single-Mom? I know I've only paid back a little of what you lent me, after I said I'd pay you back...you never turned me down, or asked when you'd be paid back, and I appreciated that."
"Whatever you can give, I'd appreciate it now...I can't promise you it'll be the last time ever, but if I can get through this mess I've found myself in, I won't ask like this anymore, I won't need to." Billy felt awkward hearing he talk this way; when she'd first asked he was happy to help, it made him feel responsible for her welfare. It made him uncomfortable to think her company was paid for.
Anita watched him for a moment to gauge his reaction, and reached inside her purse. Billy was thinking "Sure, I can help...I want to if this'll get her away from that ungrateful fool." Anita fiddled with something inside her pocketbook, then set it down and looked at the carpet, hands folded in her lap. "What do you think, Billy" she said, smiling at him as she looked back up.
Billy felt a rush of adrenaline. Reaching forward to cup her breasts through her stylish, tight sweater and pulling in closer, Billy proclaimed he thought she was a hot, sexy mama with a hot, sexy ass and he'd missed her hot, sexy self.
Anita chuckled at this, she always did to see quiet and reserved Billy so horny...as if she couldn't believe what was happening, despite "it" happening quite enough in the past. "I will help, Anita. Gladly. There's just a couple of things I need from you."
She looked straight ahead, then rummaged in her purse. Her hand came up with a small bottle of warming lotion. "Sure, Billy. I remember what you like. I'd be happy to help you, too." She reached for his fly, unzipped him, felt his hardness and squeezed.
"Well, I've got something else in mind today, Anita. It's rather good timing you came here. On the other hand, I wouldn't mind if you stroked me a little." Anita grinned, "Oh, something else? I wonder what that could be?" She had no idea, Billy thought.
Anita fished his stiff prick out, put a few drops of edible cinnamon oil on his purple helmet. Greased his shaft and hairy balls with a few drips from the bottle. She angled herself towards him, kneeling forward on the couch cushions as Billy leaned back and relaxed.
She rubbed his dick firmly, gripped him at the base and yanked slowly upwards and then down with hard pressure. His tip felt like it was burning, so much hot blood filled it with every upward tug. She smiled at Billy, licked her lips seductively; Billy had told her in the past how much he loved hearing her ticklish, feminine-but-husky voice over the phone, and he loved her pointy, pink tongue.
Anita focused on her handiwork, looked straight at his rod. "I want to see you dance, yeah...let me see your dance, baby." Anita swallowed the tip, licked and sucked at it hard with her pouty lips. Billy wanted to seed those lips, but he had other plans.
She sensed he was holding back a little, and asked was she pleasing him? "Oh yes, oh God yes...but there is that thing."
Anita broke into a wide smile. "What thing?" "Oh, you'll see, naughty girl." "See what? Show me now!" She was into this.
"Okay. Let me up...please?" Anita rubbed his dick vigorously, then let him go with an oily smack. Rubbing her hands, she asked "What can I do for you today, Billy?" He loved when she asked like that...made her feel like a real "Belle du Jour" babe. "I'll be right back, sexy. Can I ask you a small favor before the big one, first? You might want to get undressed...underwear's fine."
Billy went to the kitchen, behind the counter where she couldn't see. He came back. A banana cream pie was in his hands, still in the tin. Billy had bought this only yesterday at an auction raffle for his local Rescue Squad to raise funds. He really didn't even have an appetite for it, just felt like buying something and that was all that looked worth getting he might make use of.
Billy nearly dropped the pie...Anita was standing in the center of the room, naked except for her black Peter Pan boots. 5' 2" black eyes, flawless skin with dark points of color on her cheeks, and that body of her was curved more than he recalled. Anita scooped up her generous breasts, let them fall. She turned and bent forward to show Billy that ass he loved pawing so much. "You like?"
Billy liked...she hadn't noticed what he had, but her eyes finally registered. "What's that? You're going to feed me?"
"Something like that. Anita, I've never told you or anyone else this...but I get off on seeing cute girls pied." Anita's eyes widened in mock-shock, her hands flew up to her mouth to stifle a laugh. "Billy, are you serious? Great day, great day...I never knew that about you...this is something...you freaky! You freaky, Billy." He wasn't sure if this was a good or bad thing yet, but still she smiled.
"I know it...I know it, Anita. It turns me on to see such things...I'm not into embarrassing women, I'm not into humiliating anybody, Anita. That's the last thing I'd want...but I want to put this pie into your sexy face...Anita, I would cum so hard if you let me do this."
She really giggled at this, especially hearing Billy talk about coming, and hard. "I see why you got me undressed." She thought, thought hard with her hands at her hips, sizing him up. "I don't know, Billy" she teased; he sensed she was warming up to the idea, strange as it was. "Billy, can I ask how much you were planning to help me? I know I shouldn't ask..."
He told her. Anita's eyes grew as large as he'd ever seen. "That much? Oh, Billy thank you!" She ran forward, leapt into his arms for a hard hug. "My pleasure, Anita...I really do care for you, and what you're going through." She kissed his neck, his shoulder, his trembling with anticipation lips. "Thank you, my friend."
Billy squeezed her firm, full ass cheek. "Are you sure this is what you want? You don't want to fuck, or let me suck you off?" He said he was positive. She sighed, but gave a wide, relieved smile...she needed help, after all. "Only for you, my friend. What should I do?"
Billy wiggled his tongue at her, taking charge. He laid two large sofa pillows before her. "Kneel right here, hot mama." She knelt, on one knee than the other. She placed her hands between her legs as before. He took a knee beside her. "Will this hurt? This won't hurt my eyes, will it? Could you watch my hair, please? You will let me use your shower, right?" She was bursting with curiosity, and for once acting nervous...it gave Billy a thrill to feel power over her, such as this unusual power-trip was.
"I'll be gentle, Anita. I've studied this, I'll take the tin off before I start. When I'm ready, you just close your eyes and give me a nice smile. Like your thinking of something nice...like you naked and looking in a mirror, damn that's a nice thought right there!"
She laughed again, "Billy, you crazy!" Like hell, he imagined...a hot babe kneeling on his floor? We should all be crazy. He removed the tin gently from the dessert, cradled the pie gently in his right palm, testing the weight. He looked at Anita, ooh this was so exciting he could hardly stand it. He had to savor it, but he couldn't wait, either. "Are you ready, Anita? Close your eyes, here it comes."
She shut her eyes; not too tight and she smiled w/o showing her teeth. Which was good, her face didn't look pinched...just soft.
PLOP! Billy mashed the custard pie into her radiant face, gently so as not to get goo under her eyelids. He spread it around, like waxing his car only much more carefully. Anita's hair was medium-length but pulled back some, which gave her a high forehead; as she'd been concerned about her hair, he was already pleased he'd nary touched a one. But the chance to get messy...ooh!
The pie-crust fell apart in shards, plopping down her bosomy chest and pooling in her navel, her crotch. Soft, yellow banana filling splattered her chocolate upper thighs; somehow a bit dabbed on her shoulder. But her face...ah, the piece-de-resistance!
Billy pulled carefully back...the remnants of crust fell away leaving a stunning yellow-tan-and-white glob where Anita's shining face was moments ago. She kept her eyes closed still, but opened her mouth and smacked her lips, tasting the sweet contents. Small bits of banana stuck to her high cheekbones. Her eyes fluttered open, lashes batting at the smooth treat gathered there.
"Anita, you're a mess! Look at your hot, sexy self...I really creamed your sexy face!" "You sure did, Billy." Anita's voice told him she was getting off on how much Billy was getting off on this, himself. But now, the risky part...would she go for it?
Billy leaned in closer, whispered huskily into her ear, custard getting on his cheek and beard-growth: "And now I want to cream your mouth as well as your hot face, Anita." He leaned back, nodded as if to say "Hell, yeah boy!" Anita squealed at this. She tilted forward, palms upraised. "Law-dy c***d, this c***d is crazy." She sat back on her calves. "Go ahead, Billy. I owe you so much."
No, you didn't he thought...but, strike while iron's hot. He stood up quickly, dropped his drawers to his hiking boots. His erection sprang out, hard as it ever had been. Taking her by the head, he eased her face to his throbbing member. She blinked hard, trying to see clearly. Her mouth was Billy's concern. "Oh, yeah such my banana, Anita! Suck what Billy has for you!"
He stuffed her warm, gooey-wet mouth and kept it there. He swiveled his pelvis, rubbed the custard on her face with his hips. He pushed forward until her nose was buried into his now pie-saturated crotch. His dick was far back in her mouth, he wondered how the hell women learned to do this amazing act. Wanting to finish with a bang, Billy held Anita's head above her heads, and fucked her mouth and lips, relishing the feel of her teeth just grazing his skin on the backstroke.
"I am fucking your sloppy face, Anita! Ah, baby look at your naughty face. Look at my dick being sucked by your hot mouth." Anita cupped her bouncy tits, letting him stroke his rod in and out her mouth, letting his penis push the soft filling she'd yet to swallow around in her billowed cheeks. "I am coming! I am coming, Anita! I am creaming your hot, creamy face!" Billy gasped, Anita paused...
His cock pulled out of her mouth and began spewing cum over her already-wet face. The first bolt was heavy, dropped onto her legs. The next several she felt the velocity of...five or six hot streams of jizz spattered her cheeks and lips, mixing with banana custard, thinning out after slowly but steadily dripping down her cocoa-colored features. Billy shuddered with each blast, gripped his enflamed rod and jerked out the last of his drops, anointing her pudding-streaked forehead.
Finished, Billy rubbed his rubbery-soft dick over Anita's lovely, dark-blue lips, wiping little mounds of cum-custard up and poking his helmet past those full petals. "Lick me clean, Anita...show me that tongue of yours." Anita was spent, she obeyed like a good little naughty girl. She slurped at his dick with loud, vacuum-like noises just to please his ears. When he lifted his penis up and motioned for her to put his cream-soaked balls into her mouth, she gargled them, rolling them on her tongue, licking at his sweet-salty anus.
"Good girl, Anita." Billy patted her on the head, mocking but affectionate. She'd pleased him. "I'll take care of this mess, don't worry about the carpet...hell, fuck the carpet. Go ahead and shower, I've got plenty of clean towels." Anita stood up, steadied herself. Started to wobble away. Billy stopped her, began fondling her greasy breasts and perspiration-damp booty. "LOVE this body of yours, Anita. Always have...these sexy, big tits and your hot, hot ass. Thank you for letting me do that."
Anita cleaned up in his clinically-clean bathroom. Stared at herself in the mirror as she wiped away the sticky dessert pieces and swirls still left on her. "The things we do for love," she thought. Anita had another thought. "Billy? Would you come here, please?"
No money changed hands that afternoon. Fluids did, twice in her grateful pussy as her legs pointed to the ceiling and her heels played a percussion solo on his shoulders and upper back. No more pies for Billy, except the hair kind, were needed. Ever again.
Billy looks out the peephole. A rich chocolate colored woman, smartly dressed in a blue sweater: Anita.
Haven't seen her in a year...perhaps as long as 18 months. Wonder what she wants...we've been out of touch since going our separate ways, in a way since she said she'd make a go of saving her nearly decade-long marriage to Charles.
Charles had messed around on her after six-and-a-half years together. With some "hood rat," Anita's words. In Billy's mind, this was folly: Anita was an attractive woman still in her early 40's...plump bosoms, nicely round ass-cheeks atop her short, athletic legs. Jamaican descent looks with bright smiles that appeared often, unless Anita was cross: she took shit from no one, either.
Billy had to wonder about this "other woman." Her age, looks, education. What could Charles see in her but not Anita. Billy and Anita had been platonic friends before graduating to higher levels of intimacy before she met and wed Charles; he loved her sexy behind, and watching Anita (a trained masseuse, after quitting her old job where she and Billy first met) jerk his very happy dick off.
Billy was disappointed when Anita was no longer single again (her first marriage ended in her teens) but understood...Billy was a loner, not much of a provider. But their "fuck-buddy" status resumed soon after Charles' infidelity. For about a year, off-and-on. Billy enjoyed her supple and maturing charms once again. Then, after many discussions with Billy about her future, Anita was giving things one more chance. In addition to her body, Anita had often shared her thoughts in that sexy, confident voice of hers: Billy missed it.
Now here she was, outside his door. Heart thumping, he let her in. Man, she looked good...booty fuller and breasts a cup-size larger than nearly 15 years ago, but still boss enough to raise a pulse, and a jeans-tent.
Anita sat down on the couch-end as always. "I don't have much time, maybe an hour. I'm leaving Charles...he admitted seeing that girl again, after I asked him about it. She called me up to say he was thinking of moving in, can you believe that?" Billy said hell, no.
"I've got an idea where I want to go. We'll get divorced, but that won't leave me with much. My daughter's in Georgia, she'll come up when she can and we'll help each other out. My job's doing well, but I've only been there a few months...last in, first out."
"I hate to ask you, Billy but I've nowhere else to turn...my Mother could help, but she needs what she has more than I do. Could you help me like you did before, years ago when I was broke and a single-Mom? I know I've only paid back a little of what you lent me, after I said I'd pay you back...you never turned me down, or asked when you'd be paid back, and I appreciated that."
"Whatever you can give, I'd appreciate it now...I can't promise you it'll be the last time ever, but if I can get through this mess I've found myself in, I won't ask like this anymore, I won't need to." Billy felt awkward hearing he talk this way; when she'd first asked he was happy to help, it made him feel responsible for her welfare. It made him uncomfortable to think her company was paid for.
Anita watched him for a moment to gauge his reaction, and reached inside her purse. Billy was thinking "Sure, I can help...I want to if this'll get her away from that ungrateful fool." Anita fiddled with something inside her pocketbook, then set it down and looked at the carpet, hands folded in her lap. "What do you think, Billy" she said, smiling at him as she looked back up.
Billy felt a rush of adrenaline. Reaching forward to cup her breasts through her stylish, tight sweater and pulling in closer, Billy proclaimed he thought she was a hot, sexy mama with a hot, sexy ass and he'd missed her hot, sexy self.
Anita chuckled at this, she always did to see quiet and reserved Billy so horny...as if she couldn't believe what was happening, despite "it" happening quite enough in the past. "I will help, Anita. Gladly. There's just a couple of things I need from you."
She looked straight ahead, then rummaged in her purse. Her hand came up with a small bottle of warming lotion. "Sure, Billy. I remember what you like. I'd be happy to help you, too." She reached for his fly, unzipped him, felt his hardness and squeezed.
"Well, I've got something else in mind today, Anita. It's rather good timing you came here. On the other hand, I wouldn't mind if you stroked me a little." Anita grinned, "Oh, something else? I wonder what that could be?" She had no idea, Billy thought.
Anita fished his stiff prick out, put a few drops of edible cinnamon oil on his purple helmet. Greased his shaft and hairy balls with a few drips from the bottle. She angled herself towards him, kneeling forward on the couch cushions as Billy leaned back and relaxed.
She rubbed his dick firmly, gripped him at the base and yanked slowly upwards and then down with hard pressure. His tip felt like it was burning, so much hot blood filled it with every upward tug. She smiled at Billy, licked her lips seductively; Billy had told her in the past how much he loved hearing her ticklish, feminine-but-husky voice over the phone, and he loved her pointy, pink tongue.
Anita focused on her handiwork, looked straight at his rod. "I want to see you dance, yeah...let me see your dance, baby." Anita swallowed the tip, licked and sucked at it hard with her pouty lips. Billy wanted to seed those lips, but he had other plans.
She sensed he was holding back a little, and asked was she pleasing him? "Oh yes, oh God yes...but there is that thing."
Anita broke into a wide smile. "What thing?" "Oh, you'll see, naughty girl." "See what? Show me now!" She was into this.
"Okay. Let me up...please?" Anita rubbed his dick vigorously, then let him go with an oily smack. Rubbing her hands, she asked "What can I do for you today, Billy?" He loved when she asked like that...made her feel like a real "Belle du Jour" babe. "I'll be right back, sexy. Can I ask you a small favor before the big one, first? You might want to get undressed...underwear's fine."
Billy went to the kitchen, behind the counter where she couldn't see. He came back. A banana cream pie was in his hands, still in the tin. Billy had bought this only yesterday at an auction raffle for his local Rescue Squad to raise funds. He really didn't even have an appetite for it, just felt like buying something and that was all that looked worth getting he might make use of.
Billy nearly dropped the pie...Anita was standing in the center of the room, naked except for her black Peter Pan boots. 5' 2" black eyes, flawless skin with dark points of color on her cheeks, and that body of her was curved more than he recalled. Anita scooped up her generous breasts, let them fall. She turned and bent forward to show Billy that ass he loved pawing so much. "You like?"
Billy liked...she hadn't noticed what he had, but her eyes finally registered. "What's that? You're going to feed me?"
"Something like that. Anita, I've never told you or anyone else this...but I get off on seeing cute girls pied." Anita's eyes widened in mock-shock, her hands flew up to her mouth to stifle a laugh. "Billy, are you serious? Great day, great day...I never knew that about you...this is something...you freaky! You freaky, Billy." He wasn't sure if this was a good or bad thing yet, but still she smiled.
"I know it...I know it, Anita. It turns me on to see such things...I'm not into embarrassing women, I'm not into humiliating anybody, Anita. That's the last thing I'd want...but I want to put this pie into your sexy face...Anita, I would cum so hard if you let me do this."
She really giggled at this, especially hearing Billy talk about coming, and hard. "I see why you got me undressed." She thought, thought hard with her hands at her hips, sizing him up. "I don't know, Billy" she teased; he sensed she was warming up to the idea, strange as it was. "Billy, can I ask how much you were planning to help me? I know I shouldn't ask..."
He told her. Anita's eyes grew as large as he'd ever seen. "That much? Oh, Billy thank you!" She ran forward, leapt into his arms for a hard hug. "My pleasure, Anita...I really do care for you, and what you're going through." She kissed his neck, his shoulder, his trembling with anticipation lips. "Thank you, my friend."
Billy squeezed her firm, full ass cheek. "Are you sure this is what you want? You don't want to fuck, or let me suck you off?" He said he was positive. She sighed, but gave a wide, relieved smile...she needed help, after all. "Only for you, my friend. What should I do?"
Billy wiggled his tongue at her, taking charge. He laid two large sofa pillows before her. "Kneel right here, hot mama." She knelt, on one knee than the other. She placed her hands between her legs as before. He took a knee beside her. "Will this hurt? This won't hurt my eyes, will it? Could you watch my hair, please? You will let me use your shower, right?" She was bursting with curiosity, and for once acting nervous...it gave Billy a thrill to feel power over her, such as this unusual power-trip was.
"I'll be gentle, Anita. I've studied this, I'll take the tin off before I start. When I'm ready, you just close your eyes and give me a nice smile. Like your thinking of something nice...like you naked and looking in a mirror, damn that's a nice thought right there!"
She laughed again, "Billy, you crazy!" Like hell, he imagined...a hot babe kneeling on his floor? We should all be crazy. He removed the tin gently from the dessert, cradled the pie gently in his right palm, testing the weight. He looked at Anita, ooh this was so exciting he could hardly stand it. He had to savor it, but he couldn't wait, either. "Are you ready, Anita? Close your eyes, here it comes."
She shut her eyes; not too tight and she smiled w/o showing her teeth. Which was good, her face didn't look pinched...just soft.
PLOP! Billy mashed the custard pie into her radiant face, gently so as not to get goo under her eyelids. He spread it around, like waxing his car only much more carefully. Anita's hair was medium-length but pulled back some, which gave her a high forehead; as she'd been concerned about her hair, he was already pleased he'd nary touched a one. But the chance to get messy...ooh!
The pie-crust fell apart in shards, plopping down her bosomy chest and pooling in her navel, her crotch. Soft, yellow banana filling splattered her chocolate upper thighs; somehow a bit dabbed on her shoulder. But her face...ah, the piece-de-resistance!
Billy pulled carefully back...the remnants of crust fell away leaving a stunning yellow-tan-and-white glob where Anita's shining face was moments ago. She kept her eyes closed still, but opened her mouth and smacked her lips, tasting the sweet contents. Small bits of banana stuck to her high cheekbones. Her eyes fluttered open, lashes batting at the smooth treat gathered there.
"Anita, you're a mess! Look at your hot, sexy self...I really creamed your sexy face!" "You sure did, Billy." Anita's voice told him she was getting off on how much Billy was getting off on this, himself. But now, the risky part...would she go for it?
Billy leaned in closer, whispered huskily into her ear, custard getting on his cheek and beard-growth: "And now I want to cream your mouth as well as your hot face, Anita." He leaned back, nodded as if to say "Hell, yeah boy!" Anita squealed at this. She tilted forward, palms upraised. "Law-dy c***d, this c***d is crazy." She sat back on her calves. "Go ahead, Billy. I owe you so much."
No, you didn't he thought...but, strike while iron's hot. He stood up quickly, dropped his drawers to his hiking boots. His erection sprang out, hard as it ever had been. Taking her by the head, he eased her face to his throbbing member. She blinked hard, trying to see clearly. Her mouth was Billy's concern. "Oh, yeah such my banana, Anita! Suck what Billy has for you!"
He stuffed her warm, gooey-wet mouth and kept it there. He swiveled his pelvis, rubbed the custard on her face with his hips. He pushed forward until her nose was buried into his now pie-saturated crotch. His dick was far back in her mouth, he wondered how the hell women learned to do this amazing act. Wanting to finish with a bang, Billy held Anita's head above her heads, and fucked her mouth and lips, relishing the feel of her teeth just grazing his skin on the backstroke.
"I am fucking your sloppy face, Anita! Ah, baby look at your naughty face. Look at my dick being sucked by your hot mouth." Anita cupped her bouncy tits, letting him stroke his rod in and out her mouth, letting his penis push the soft filling she'd yet to swallow around in her billowed cheeks. "I am coming! I am coming, Anita! I am creaming your hot, creamy face!" Billy gasped, Anita paused...
His cock pulled out of her mouth and began spewing cum over her already-wet face. The first bolt was heavy, dropped onto her legs. The next several she felt the velocity of...five or six hot streams of jizz spattered her cheeks and lips, mixing with banana custard, thinning out after slowly but steadily dripping down her cocoa-colored features. Billy shuddered with each blast, gripped his enflamed rod and jerked out the last of his drops, anointing her pudding-streaked forehead.
Finished, Billy rubbed his rubbery-soft dick over Anita's lovely, dark-blue lips, wiping little mounds of cum-custard up and poking his helmet past those full petals. "Lick me clean, Anita...show me that tongue of yours." Anita was spent, she obeyed like a good little naughty girl. She slurped at his dick with loud, vacuum-like noises just to please his ears. When he lifted his penis up and motioned for her to put his cream-soaked balls into her mouth, she gargled them, rolling them on her tongue, licking at his sweet-salty anus.
"Good girl, Anita." Billy patted her on the head, mocking but affectionate. She'd pleased him. "I'll take care of this mess, don't worry about the carpet...hell, fuck the carpet. Go ahead and shower, I've got plenty of clean towels." Anita stood up, steadied herself. Started to wobble away. Billy stopped her, began fondling her greasy breasts and perspiration-damp booty. "LOVE this body of yours, Anita. Always have...these sexy, big tits and your hot, hot ass. Thank you for letting me do that."
Anita cleaned up in his clinically-clean bathroom. Stared at herself in the mirror as she wiped away the sticky dessert pieces and swirls still left on her. "The things we do for love," she thought. Anita had another thought. "Billy? Would you come here, please?"
No money changed hands that afternoon. Fluids did, twice in her grateful pussy as her legs pointed to the ceiling and her heels played a percussion solo on his shoulders and upper back. No more pies for Billy, except the hair kind, were needed. Ever again.
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