Chapter 210

In all my previous dalliances with Gretchen, I’d ignored her ass. Let’s face it, I was a licker, and the brown hole wasn’t something I normally licked. If I’d used a dildo on her, it was in her honeyed sheathe, and not her tight little asshole. But I enjoyed anal sex, and many of my friends did as well. Perhaps Gretchen did or would herself if presented in the right way, say without a man’s cock pushing into her, which I knew she wasn’t fond of, but perhaps a slim feminine finger or two.

So I licked until she was positively squirming in delight, her pussy awash from her arousal. Gretchen needed permission to cum, but she wasn’t quite there, despite the stimulation Ingrid and I were providing. It reached the point she wanted to cum in the worst way, so instead of begging for permission, she was begging to cum.

When Gretchen was sufficiently stoked, and a rivulet was flowing from her slit, lubricating my intended target, I finally inserted a slim finger in her pussy, and b