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===I Love to Lick A Woman's Big Butthole-3 How my shy girlfriend Lisa went from anal wallflower to anal slut and exhibitionist.

During the same summer that I went to Hawaii with Sara and got my anal training from
Bridgett, I met a shy Japanese girl named Lisa at one of the many parties that my
high school friends put on.

These parties almost always featured multiple kegs of beer, hard alcohol, weed, and
pills. Some had live rock bands which I enjoyed the most, since I had been playing guitar since I was
16, and it was on the verge of becoming an obsession.

Almost always, the parents of the party-thrower were out of town so a rowdy party
with all the party favors I mentioned could be offered to the people who wanted to
get drunk or high. Beer from the kegs was usually free, but sometimes the hard liquor
required a contribution so more bottles could be bought when the current stock ran out.

Weed and d**gs always required payment and were usually offered by a friend of the host,
not the host himself or herself. I wondered if the hosts got a cut of the profits for dope
sales, but never bothered to ask anyone.

That's how I met Lisa. I noticed her at three or four parties in the same area and saw her giving
me glances surreptitiously. She'd look at me when I wasn't looking and when I turned to look
at her, she'd glance away. It was funny to me, like a pitcher trying to hold a runner from stealing a base.

My friends noticed too and my friend Rodney knew her story because he lived in Gardena not far
from Lisa. Lisa went to Gardena High and then had to go to a school where the bad k**s go
that I can't remember the name of.

Rodney said Lisa was shy but was a wild girl sometimes, especially at parties, where she liked to buy pills like quaaludes, mushrooms, weed, and even drop acid. Though I wasn't a hardcore dope fiend at the time, none of those substances were unfamiliar to me. But I mainly smoked weed.

He said she was just starting to fill out as a woman and he's noticed an amazing transformation in her figure in the last few months. Kind of like a growth spurt he said. She used to be built like a typical skinny Japanese girl with small boobs or totally flat-chested, no shape to her butt, and overall nothing to look at that would excite a man.

He said he sees her during her Phys. Ed. class because he's on the student security team as a hall monitor
and he covers the gym and the ball fields. Lisa was required to wear green shorts and a white T-shirt which were their colors.

He said she now has some boobs growing fast and though still on the small side, she must have great nipples
Because he could see them forming bumps under her T-shirt. He said her butt in those shorts has great shapely roundness and looks very sexy. He said Lisa wears very conservative "old lady" type outfits,
so one would ever know she was filling out.

I looked over at her on the other side of the room against the wall with one of her friends and she was
wearing white shorts that looked small and tight on her and a purple top that also looked pretty hot.
So maybe she was coming out of her shell.

She didn't have a boyfriend and keeps to herself because she's shy when she's not doing dope or drinking.
I thanked Rodney and looked to see what Lisa was doing and she was still leaning against the wall talking
to her friend.

This time when I looked at her she was looking at me but she did not look away. I thought that was a good sign and decided to approach her and see what Lisa was about. I walked straight to her but made sure I did not invade
her personal space and a low-wattage smile. I did not want to scare her off or overwhelm her since she was shy.

I said, "Hi Lisa, I'm James, and I can't help looking at you because I keep wondering what you are like as a woman. There's something I find very attractive in you, I mean you're a pretty girl, but it goes deeper than
that...but I'm not sure how to describe it."

She was listening and she had a small grin on her face and a look in her eyes that felt to me like she was thinking
something like, "It should be entertaining listening to this bozo and I've heard these juvenile pickup lines
a hundred times."

She said, "Thank you, James, that sort of sounds like a compliment, but if you're not sure in what way and can't
describe it, I'll have to assume you're thinking with your lower head and you want what all high school guys want--
to get laid."

I started mumbling and fumbling for the right words because she was wrong and I had felt it at the other party a week
ago when I first saw her.

She rescued me by saying, "I'm not putting you down James, don't take it that way. You're a young, handsome, strong-looking high school guy with hormones and testosterone raging, and if you didn't have that drive and hunger to be with a girl, then you should worry. James, this is Gina, Gina meet James."

I hung out with Lisa and Gina all night and was feeling very attracted to Lisa. The more we talked, the more
I felt drawn to her. She had a quiet way of expressing herself, but she was very smart and had amazing insight and wisdom on deep and complex subjects and she seemed to be able to read people so easily and accurately.
I was curious, intrigued, excited, and highly drawn to her, and I felt like she was connecting with me too, and
thoroughly enjoying our deep conversation.

I invited both Lisa and Gina to breakfast since it was now 7:00 a.m. but Lisa said she needed to get home or her
mother and older brother would worry about her. She reached into her bra and pulled out an origami flower she
must have made in the bathroom or had with her and when I opened the flower it said, "Call me." She had written
down her phone number and in a very cool script signed it Lisa with a couple of nicely drawn hearts next to her name.

I called her later that afternoon and we talked for two hours. I asked her when she could get free so I could see her
again and she asked me if I had a car. I told her I had a pickup truck, and she told me to pick her up at 7:00 p.m.
and gave me her address and directions.

When I got to her house, she came out and was dressed in jeans that were snug enough to show off her very shapely butt, and a flowery blouse looked great on her. Her hair had waves on the long front sides and maybe she styled it with a
curling iron. She had makeup on and looked absolutely beautiful. What a transformation!

I stepped back as she was coming out the door and said, "Hi Lisa, you look so beautiful! Wow! I knew you were a
pretty girl but never saw you look like this! You look like one of those models in those Hawaiian surfing calendars."

She smiled and said, "Thank you, but let's not get carried away James, and don't expect to see me like this all the
time. I prefer dressing casually. I told her to hold on, I have something that will go great with her outfit, and I pulled
out the dozen red roses I had bought from Vons, complete with a glass vase. Bridgett had once told me that all women love flowers and it's the most romantic thing you can give a woman you want to be romantic with, but it has to be red roses.

When Lisa saw the roses her eyes got big and were gleaming and she had an understated smile and she started blinking her
eyes like people do when they're about to cry.

She said, "Thank you, James, they're so beautiful," in a wavy voice.

I gave her a hug and said "They're beautiful, just like you Lisa. Why don't you take them inside and put water in the
vase and put it on your dining room table or somewhere your mother and brother will see.

She said okay, and took the flowers and vase inside.

She came back out and we got into the truck and I started driving though I had no idea where we were going to go, but instinctively I drove towards where I lived, in Torrance. We hadn't even gone a mile yet and I could see her wiping tears
from her cheeks and eyes.

I said, "What's wrong, Lisa?

I pulled the truck into a strip mall parking lot and parked in a space.

I said, "Lisa, what's wrong?"

She looked at me as if to see if I was really there with her, but didn't say anything and the tears kept rolling down
her cheeks and she started sobbing.

I felt so sad at that moment and she was breaking my heart though I had no idea what she was crying about.

I asked her a couple more times what was wrong and I realized that she must be a very private person. I decided not to ask her anymore and she could tell me if and when she was ready. I rubbed her shoulder in a circular motion
and she didn't pull away from me. I moved her hair away from her face with my fingers so I could see her pretty
face shedding tears.

She sobbed for a few more minutes. When the tears were no longer flowing she looked at me with a very serious face and said,
"Nobody has ever given me flowers before. Not for my birthday, not for Valentine's day, not for Christmas or Easter.
I've only gone out on what I guess you could call dates with two guys, one date each, and they did not bring me flowers."

She said when she was a young girl she always imagined that her knight in shining armor would bring her flowers all the
time. She had asked her father if her husband would bring her flowers and he assured her that of course, he would.

I put my arm around her and gently pulled her close to me on the bench seat of the truck.

I said, "I will always bring you flowers and other things that let you know how special you are to me."

Her head was resting on my chest and she tilted her head up to look me in the eye and asked me, "You will?"

I assured her that I would, and I did for the duration of our relationship.

I asked her what she wanted to do since I didn't plan out a proper date.

She immediately answered, "I don't want to go on a date, I just want you to hold me in your arms and kiss my hair, my neck,
rub my shoulders, and show your physical attraction to me. My mother and brother are home, and I want this to be special
so I don't want to do it in the car. Do you have any place we could go to?"

I told her we could go to my house since my parents weren't around, and even if they were, they let me take girls into
my room and shut the door after being introduced to them. But I wanted it to be special too, so I said, "Let's go to the Portofino
Inn in Redondo Beach, have you ever stayed there?"

I had attended a weekend sales event to reward top-producers and the company paid for our rooms which were beautiful and romantic.
It was right on the beach and you could see the ocean from the west-facing windows.

Her eyes lit up and she smiled and said, "REALLY! I've seen that place so many times and never went inside to see what it was
like because I didn't think they'd want someone like me wandering around their high-class hotel."

I asked her to explain the "someone like me" statement and she said because she does d**gs and got kicked out of Gardena High
for low grades and hundreds of absences. She told me that her father had died an early and unexpected death in her Junior year
and it was very hard for her to come to grips with her loss. She said she still can't believe he's gone and is still grieving
for him and that's why she chooses to numb herself out. It was too much for her to endure the pain of loss all the time.
Dope took the edge off.

I started the pickup truck and drove to the Portofino Inn, walked in proudly and confidently with Lisa on my arm, and charmed the clerks with my nonsensical patter that I often do to build rapport with people. I put my credit card up
for the room deposit and for checkout and Lisa said she was impressed that I had a credit card of my own at my age.

I told her I was a hustler and was very good at making money as a sales guy. I wasn't bragging, I just wanted her to know
what I do and where my money comes from. I didn't want to think I was a dope dealer.

We got into the room and she oooh'd and awwww'd at the view of the ocean and waves breaking in the balcony window.
The room was big and was decorated by someone who knew what they were doing, and I felt excited and a sense of relaxation
came over me. All is good in my world now. I have a beautiful girl who I'm highly attracted to with me in a beautiful
five-star hotel and I have the money to pay for everything.

After Lisa got done inspecting and admiring the whole room, she came out of the bathroom and hugged me firmly, and kissed me
on my neck. My back was facing the bed and when we let go of each other she pushed me with both hands hard enough to make me fall back on the bed. She burst into laughter and said, "I've always wanted to do that, but never had the opportunity."

I sat up and grabbed her arms and pulled her towards me onto the bed so she landed right on top of me. She was looking me in the eyes with a tender and sweet loving look, so I pulled her towards me and kissed her. She reacted by kissing me
back and making soft moaning sounds like she was enjoying it.

She wasstill on top of me looking me right in the eyes, she said, "Can I ask you something and do you promise not to judge me,
think I'm weird or a slut, and hear me out and make a decision?"

I said I will not judge her and to go ahead.

She said that she's only been with one guy sexually and they never had intercourse because he was so clumsy and awkward it
turned her off. She said she's always dreamed about being with a man who could show her how to please him in every way, and
not hold back and teach and train her so she can please him. Then he would do the same with her. That way there would
be a lot less tension and stupid misunderstandings about sex due to a lack of communication because one or both people in
the relationship was too shy to say what they want.

"Would you be willing to do that with me, James? I have a really strong sex drive and sometimes I masturbate seven or eight
times a day if nobody's home. I'm tired of not having a smart and sexy man to share it with."

I smiled at her and said, "It would be an honor and a supreme pleasure to follow your ingenious plan. This is kind of like
our first date."

She said, "I don't care about any of those things that society says is right or wrong, and I hope you don't either, because
I will think you are stupid and can't think for yourself. It would be a total turn off for me. If I really like you, which I do,
and feel attracted to you physically, which I am, and have a good understanding of you as a man and whether we'd get along and
grow from being together, which I think is true, then what does it matter what number date we're on?"

"Since you were so generous in getting us this room and are spending a lot of money on us, I think we should take advantage of the opportunity to have total privacy in this breathtakingly beautiful place. If you agree, I'll put your finger in my pussy so
you can see how wet I am from anticipation and having close physical contact with you in this very romantic setting."

"I already love you for listening to me so closely, and replying with intelligent answers, and never judging me or what I say
in our conversations...and then there are the flowers, the sweet thoughtfulness of getting me flowers...you have no idea how much
that touched my heart and the way you pulled over and were so kind and tender with me when I was crying and rubbing my shoulder so gently made me want to cry some more."

"Your compassion and not pushing me to tell you why I was crying. All those things speak volumes to me and my heart and I can
honestly say that I love you for being that kind of man to me."

"I'm not trying to push you to do something you don't feel is right, and if there is even the smallest possibility that you might
think of me like a slut, then tonight is out. What do you think?"

I acted like I was giving it deep thought and like I wasn't sure what the right decision was for us, and I think she was buying my
act. I got off the bed and grabbed the stationary and a pen and a hardcover book of tourist attractions tossed it to her side,
and said, "If you want me to be very detailed and specific, then in return I want you to take notes, and I'll do the same for you."

She looked excited and smiled and said, "I'll be happy to take notes because I want to make sure I do everything that pleases you."She walked over to me and unzipped her jeans, took my hand and put them in the front of her panties, and said, "See how wet you made me?"

I started unbuttoning my shirt and took it off. I started loosening my belt and unzipped my pants, and Lisa started to take off her blouse. I said, "No Lisa, don't undress yet. There is a specific way we'll undress you that really turns me on."
She buttoned her blouse back up and made a note on the stationary and smiled.

I have no problem getting naked in front of women and though my cock is not porn star big, women like the way it looks and they always comment on how thick it is. The head has given me trouble when attempting to have anal sex with women. I often couldn't get the purple helmet in, and though the shaft is thick, it's narrower than the head. Many women have told me that I have a nice cock and want to suck on it.

When I was with my two previous girlfriends, both of them kept their pussies shaved and smooth. Isn't that a kick? High school girls keeping their snatches shaved. I'm sure it's due to the power of the Internet. I liked a pussy to be shaved because I can
eat it better. So I figured it's only fair that I should keep my cock smooth and shaved so a woman would not have to deal with pubic hairs getting in her mouth when she was giving me head. So I kept my cock smooth by shaving it. It also increased the sensations when having sex or foreplay.

My cock was semi-hard already and Lisa's eyes grew bigger and she said, "You're smooth like a little boy down there,
but I can see you're not little." She laughed while she was saying it and seemed mesmerized at the sight of my hairless cock.
I stroked it with my left hand to make it even harder and she could not look away.

I said, "Okay, Lisa, turn around, lean your chest on that dresser, and pull off your jeans and put them on that chair." She didn't hesitate and I could tell this was going to be so much fun, mega-fun, ultra-fun, and this kind of play will result in me busting a huge nut.

I said, turn on the ceiling lights, 2nd switch from the left, and turn around facing away from me, pull your panties down to just below your butt, bend over, and spread your cheeks wide with both hands.

"You said you want to know what turns me on? What gives me great pleasure? Being with a woman who shows me and knows how to tease me with both her hot nasty holes. I'll get super hot from you spreading your pussy, I'm sure, but what really takes it to the next level is getting your butthole in the game. Because anal play is nasty and taboo and it's the hole that you shit out of and I'm going to be licking it and sucking it and tongue fucking it in about an hour."

I wanted to mentally prep her for what was to come.

"That's why I get so hot looking at you spreading your anus, your butthole, your asshole, bunghole, shithole, stinkhole, dark hole, cornhole, or whatever nasty name you want to call it."

"So go ahead and do as I said, bend over and spread your cheeks, and ALWAYS make sure the lighting is good on your butthole and that I can see it clearly."

She did what I asked and the ceiling lights were bright and I had her stand at a spot that I knew would illuminate her dark hole
for me. I was lying in the middle of the bed with my head turned to the side to enjoy the view of her pussy and asshole. It looked hot, but she was too far away for me to see any detail.

I said, "Lisa, come to the front of the bed, scoot your legs so they're touching the bed, bend over, and spread your cheeks. Show me your hot, beautiful, nasty holes, but emphasize your dark hole."

She came over without hesitation and pulled off her jeans and panties, bent over, and spread her butt cheeks and I could see both holes in all their glory and they were indeed glorious! Her pussy had nice thick outer lips,
the kind of wrinkled labia I love to lick and suck on and feel when my cock goes in and out in long strokes in her hot hole. When she spread it her hole opened up about an inch and I got hot seeing that pink wetness I'd soon be eating.

Her butthole was hot and she had those hot nasty thick lines radiating out from her anus to form a circle, but her anus only opened slightly
when she spread it. I told her to flex her holes pushing out then to relax or pull in. She did, and I could tell she had strong muscle control in the area around her holes like a woman who was a master of Kegel exercises.

She did not say a word, but she could see me in the mirror stroking my cock while looking at her holes. I told her to pay attention to the positions I was asking her to assume so I could see her holes better.

"I want you to always be thinking of new ways to tease me by spreading your butt cheeks and gaping and flexing your butthole for me."

"For example, when you walk by me when I'm lying in the bed you could get in my line of sight and pull down your shorts and panties with your ass facing me, and spread your ass wide and flex your asshole for me."

"You could sit on my nose or mouth with your butthole when I'm asleep taking a nap."

"You could pretend I'm your doctor ask me if I could examine your anus and rectum because you've been having a lot of anal sex lately and you want to make sure everything is okay with your shithole."

"You could ask me to wash and clean your butthole for you in the bathtub or shower because you can't see what you're doing."

"You could lie on your back and rub your clit and put a vibrator or fingers in your butthole and put on a hot nasty show for me until we can't take it anymore and we get busy licking and sucking each other. You lying on your back is my favorite position for anal play because I can see and reach both your holes easily and it's better for giving you great oral sex for both your love holes and make you cum hard."

"Anyway, you get the idea, Lisa?" She had been taking furious notes and seemed to be writing down everything I said.

She said yes, that she gets the idea, and said she was excited and eager to do some of the things I suggested and come up with some hot butthole teases for me herself.

I thought this was so cool and she was the perfect sexual playmate for me.

I said, "Let's take a break, my Precious Queen. I'm hungry for your pussy and butthole and it will serve as a great review and help the training sink in better. Cool?" I called her my Precious Queen because I was taking on the role of dominant teacher or boss and it was just a character I was playing that I thought would be fun for what we were doing.

But I wanted to let her know I'm capable of switching roles and she could lead and tell me what we were going to do, and I could be subservient to her and stand at the ready to fulfill her wishes and desires.

So come here by me Beautiful, I'm going to show you my favorite positions for you to get in so I can eat your holes in a powerful and sensuous way. She was still bottomless and still had her blouse on which I found sexy not sure exactly why...maybe because it indicated that she had been caught off guard and wasn't quite ready for whatever we were going to do.

I was sitting on the front of the bed facing the drawers and the mirror and had her sit right next to me on my right side. I asked her
how she was feeling about what we were doing and was she still comfortable continuing?

She had this look on her face like she was giving my question some deep thought and careful consideration, then she suddenly jumped up and stood right in front of me, bent over, and spread her butt cheeks and butthole and pushed it towards my face and said, "Lick my butthole daddy. I really need daddy to lick my butthole."

I burst out laughing and said, "Touche, you got me back. Good one! You're very smart and clever Lisa, and I love that about you and I know I'll never be bored with you." I was referring to the scene where she asked me the deep question and I pretended to ponder, then threw her the pen and paper to take notes.

I asked her my magic question which I had only thought of now, but would go on to ask dozens and dozens of women in the future, "Lisa, have you ever had your butthole licked really good?" The reason this question is so valuable is I can very quickly tell by a woman's answer if they're experienced with anal play, have little or no experience but are open to it, or not interested and find the idea repulsive.

So over the years that followed, I became very efficient in my sifting and sorting, separating the women who could be great anal playmates for me, from the women who have an aversion to it or no interest. I have been able to "turn" lovers I've had who had little experience but had an open mind, and they ended up loving getting their buttholes licked and played with. But in general, it's too much work.

No matter how attractive a woman is physically and the other things that are important to me like intelligence, having a good sense of humor,
being open-minded, if she answers the magic question wrong, I will not pursue her anymore. Imagine how frustrating that would be for me being
with a woman who was uptight about it and me trying every strategy I could think of to change her attitude and mindset about anal play.

I'm sure it has saved me a lot of time and frustration. I used to think I'd have to get to know a woman and take her out on a few dates before asking her the magic question since it is taboo and many people feel uncomfortable about playing with their assholes or anyone else's.

Now I just ask when there is a good place in the conversation to bring it up. I will start talking about sex and share with a new woman I'm interested in my views on sex and ask her how she feels about general sex topics. Then I will drop the magic question
on her.

One time I asked an attractive woman sitting on a bus bench if she's ever had her butthole licked really good. I knew I'd
likely never see her again since I didn't ride the bus. The bus could come at any time, so there was no time to engage her
in regular conversation and then ask her for her number, so I cut to the chase, and within 30 seconds of seeing her on that bench,
I made a beeline for her to drop the question on her.

I said, "Hello, you're a knockout, a very beautiful woman. Have you ever had your butthole licked really good?"

She looked at me as though she didn't understand what I just said and didn't answer me at first. So I said that I knew it was kind of
out of left field since she doesn't even know me.

The hot brunette said, "Kinda out of left field? More like out of outer space. I've never had anyone ask me that question and especially people who are strangers to me. So I don't know how to respond, but I will most likely decline to answer by reason of your mental insanity."

We both started laughing and I'll admit, I could see the ridiculousness of the question from the woman's point of view, but many women had no problem with it at all and just answered me.

This brunette with long beautiful legs and smooth and silky brown hair said, "Why do you ask? Is there a new division of
the Census on butthole licking?" We both laughed again and I was starting to like her personality.

I explained my reasons for it and pantomimed what it would be like in bed with me eating the woman's pussy but always trying to steal glances of her butthole, wondering if I should just give it a quick lick to get her used to the feeling of it.

She said that now that I explained the reasons, she would answer my question. She said she agreed that it's better to be direct and not get involved with people who are going to have strikes against their mutual compatibility right out of the gate.

Then she said, "The answer is yes, but not by a man. I like both men and women, and my last female
lover was an expert analinguist and it heightened my orgasms. Is analinguist a word?"

I said, "The bus might come at any time. My name is James, and I live on that street two blocks down, and I'm a small business owner, musician, and songwriter, and I'm a really nice guy who treats the woman he's with special, and I will never bore you."

"So thank you for giving me your answer...ah, what's your name? Okay, hi Jennifer, I like that we already have some things in common...our names begin with J, we both enjoy anal play, so would you like to have dinner with me?"

She smiled and said, "Thank you, James, you seem really nice and smart and funny, but I have a boyfriend and I suppose it would be considered serious."

I told her it was really nice meeting her and to tell her man that he's a very lucky guy and tell him who told you to say that. I smiled
and left.

Back to Lisa.

Lisa answered the magic question and said, "No, but I've often fantasized about a man licking my asshole and tongue fucking me because I really like rubbing it when I masturbate and even put small objects up my butt."

DING DING DING! That was the second-best answer, the first being a yes with experience and enthusiasm.

She was sitting on the chair next to the credenza and we were both still naked, me totally, Lisa bottomless with her blouse still on. I asked her to take off her blouse and to sit back in the chair with her legs going out wide and rested on the sides of the chair. She got into the chair and in position and I kneeled down to start licking her stomach and going north to her boobs and licked each one at her aureola and licked and sucked on her nipples. in a circular motion around her nipple. Lisa closed her eyes and leaned back and started moaning in a very sensuous way.

I wanted her to be comfortable and to be able to kick, scream, flail her legs, shoot another stream of piss, or whatever, so I scooped her up out of the chair and gently laid her on the bed

My tongue headed south and stopped at her clit. I started licking it real slow and soft. Her moaning got louder and her hips
jerked and thrust upward in small spasms. I started to lick her clit with the smooth side of my tongue with my head perpendicular
to her pussy I'd move my head forward and backward with the side of my tongue rubbing her clit smooth as silk. My previous girlfriend was crazy for that side-of-the-tongue lick and one time she came and squirted the side of my face and ear. I never thought I'd have pussy juice cum
cream in my ear.

Lisa's body, mainly her hips and head were moving in bigger motions now, her hips moving up towards the ceiling, and her head jerked back into the couch cushion. She was getting louder and saying, "Ohhhh, that feels so good...DON'T STOP....YES!! YESS! FASTER JAMES!!! I'M CUMMMMMMMIIIIINGGG!!!!"

Her body seemed to explode off the couch a few feet and she jerked and spasmed with her heels on the bed and her butt and lower back in the air. Every time she tensed up in an orgasm spasm both her holes opened and closed in unison.

It was like watching her holes perform a hot nasty synchronized dance and I was stroking my cock while watching it. It was so
exciting and Lisa was still out of breath and couldn't talk yet, but she was shaking her head side-to-side and had a look of disbelief on her
face.

When she could talk, she said "Oh my God James I never came so hard in my life! What did you do to me? I told her the buildup and anticipation was a key part of it. "Me telling you exactly how to please me, then I showed you, and the fact that you like anal play already and have fantasized about finding a man to teach you how to enjoy anal play probably got you really excited, right?"

She moved up to where I was lying on the bed and put her head on my chest like she was relaxed and satisfied by her big orgasm. She said I was right and how did I know so much about all this stuff at my age (I was 18 and she was too). I told her I had a couple of good teachers and learned through experience just like she was now.I told her I read a lot of articles on the Internet by real experts and how females respond to different
things sexually, so I try out what I learn and test the theory.

She had the side of her head on my chest and she looked up at me and said, "Teachers?"

I told her the whole story in great detail about Sara (Changed her name and didn't say she was my 'cousin') and Bridgett. She didn't say a word and looked at me with a twinkle in her eye and I could tell she was liking hearing about them. When I got to the point of Sara asking me to help her clean sand out of her butthole Lisa started slowly rubbing her clit and continued until the story was over.

She paused rubbing when I started telling her about Bridgett until I got to the part about Bridgett sitting in the fart chair and me tongue fucking both her holes from below. When I got to the part when I was fucking Bridgett with two dildos and was told to go harder and to push in both at the same time, sarLisa started rubbing her clit again.

She was rubbing a little faster this time but I could tell she was pacing herself and not wanting to cum yet. I finished the story and she looked up at me and said, "I loved hearing your stories, are they true? I assured her that they were and she started rubbing her clit again.

She said, "No wonder you know so much about how to please a woman, and no wonder I came so hard."

"BUT WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS DAAAAADDY!!!!!?" She had changed positions quickly and was squatting on my face. Her butt was inches away from my face and she was flexing her butthole hard in and out...in and out...in and out...like her butthole was inviting me, begging me to come in.

Wow!!! Sara was blowing me away with her wild sexual antics and she was a relative newbie at all of this. She moaned and groaned longingly and said, "Daaaddy...I need you to eat my shithole...I really need your tongue deep up my shithole...to clean me out....I need you to put your tongue deep in my anus and
lick the walls of my rectum."

My cock sprung to life and I didn't say a word, I spread her butt cheeks even further and started tongue fucking her deeply from the start. I could tell she didn't need any foreplay and wanted it hard and fast. Since I was spreading her cheeks, I told her to rub her clit and to cum on my tongue and to squirt pussy cum, shithole cum, and whatever other fluids she had on my tongue and into my mouth.

Sara rubbed fast and was slowly going up and down on my tongue in the squatting position. When she started moaning loudly and getting louder and saying, "FUCK MY SHITHOLE DADDY, FUCK MY SHITHOLE DADDY, HARDER DADDY, DEEPER DADDY!!!!! " She sped up and was squatting hard and fast on my tongue and
screamed out "YES DADDY, YES DADDY, YES DADDY, MY SHITHOLE IS CUMMMMMMMING!!!! Her butthole was opening and closing in a spasmatic motion while she was cumming and it totally turned me on and I grabbed my cock and was stroking it good.


When she was finished cumming she collapsed next to me on her side and cooed, 'Ohhhh daddy, you're so good to me.'

It was my turn to surprise her. I jumped over her body and grabbed flopped her over on her stomach, moved her to the edge of the bed with her legs hanging down, spread her cheeks and put my cock in her wet pussy. I started fucking her faster and harder
saying, "You're such a good nasty girl Sara, such a good nasty girl, you're daddy's favorite little girl and daddy loves eating your shithole."

She started moaning again and put her arm under her so she could rub her clit. I fucked her a little slower now to let her get worked up with her clit adding stimulation I knew it wouldn't take long. Within a minute she started moaning louder and telling daddy to fuck her harder and within 30 seconds we both came in a huge rush.


I got back in the bed and lay next to her and spooned her. Neither of us said a word but her body felt warmer than 98.6 degrees and she would shiver often as her body experienced post-orgasm aftershocks.

We drifted off into deep sleep.

The next part will have the same title + 3B