A Secret Revealed Pt. 06

"Elizabeth...this is so sexy..."

He isn't grossed out by it. Instead, it is so unique, so different than the young, bald pussies that he sees so often. It excites him, just like the newness of a lactating breast. He is pulling on your hairs gently, stretching them, marveling at them. Sliding down his face, smelling your must inside of the hairs. Tasting them. Licking them.

Lower Ken. Here, let me help you. The hairs on your head are so soft as I rub them, pushing you lower, trying to force your tongue to just the right...

"Oh....there..."

You found it Ken. My clit. My Betsy. The girl who has been looking for attention since she got here. The little lady who enjoyed looking at your ass, wanted you to look at hers, tried desperately to poke out of the yoga pants and let herself be kissed. Lick me, Ken. Oh, it feels so nice. So good. So new. So exciting.

Stopping? Already? Oh, please no. Don't. What are you doing, looking up at me, slipping my panties back over my bush. I'm just getting myself going, feeling your rhythm. Do you want me to hold myself open wider? Take off my panties? My bra? Anything. You can do anything to me. Just keep the feelings alive.

"Turn over..."

You want me to turn over? Oh, jesus, you want to lick me from behind. I don't do it like that. It's not how I cum. Not how I've ever cum. My bunnies don't get involved, don't make an appearance. How are you going to find Betsy? She'll be hidden. I don't want to turn over. I won't.

"Alright..."

Oh, fuck, if you want me to, I will. I'll try it, as long as you keep trying. Just roll over gently. Oh, wow, you can see your back and pantied ass in the mirror. Your bottom looks huge, bulging as you lie on your stomach. Which is why I never do it at home. At least, not with any lights on. And the one boob you didn't nurse from is firm, pressing into me, still full of milk. I don't like this position. How can I ever reach an orgasm?

"Here, let me tuck this under you..."

Tuck what? My eyes find you in the mirror, holding a large cylindrical pillow. I obediently raise my hips, my mind too focused on reaching an orgasm to question anything. I watch as my ass rises into the air and feel the pillow slide under my stomach. It's in place. Relax, let's see how this feels.

Christ, my ass is now over my head, bulging wide from the angle and pressure. My boobs are being crushed. Use your elbows, lift up. Look at yourself in the mirror. Your face is flushed, your hair is disheveled. Your eyes are a deep blue. Ken is now rubbing your back, looking at your face.

"You have such a beautiful body..."

His hands push into your shoulders, rubbing them hard. His hands slide under your bra strap, unable to release it with the clasp in the front. His fingers probe your muscles, trace your spine, swirl around your small back dimples. He is gripping my ribs, on the side of my body, squeezing me. He is so strong. Oh, look at the lust in his eyes.

"You're a goddess..."

Your eyes meet and lock as he moves lower, to your legs, squeezing your calves. The vulgarity of your position is now perfectly clear as you look into the mirror, staring at your ass high and the pale white thighs spread slightly below. Opening gently. Revealing a damp patch of fabric clinging to your pussy. It sure looks like Ken will be able to find Betsy after all.

Just close your eyes. Let him find it. Enjoy the fingers, pushing into the back of your thighs. Spreading your legs wider. Your ankles move, now about a foot apart. His thumbs are gripping the inside of your thighs, squeezing your thick muscles, massaging them deep. Feeling the tender flesh that has been touched by less than six men. And never with such obscenity and force.

Fingers are slipping under my panties, pushing into my bottom. God, he's getting close. My vagina is ready for another run. I'm in this position for a reason. God, would you fucking get to it. Rubbing the cheeks of my butt feels nice, feels so sexy, especially since it is so forbidden. But, come on!

Oh FUCK oh FUCK oh FUCK. Hands on the top of my waistband. Fingers curling. It feels like he's about to, yes, my god, it's happening. He's just lowering the top, pulling, exposing your crack. Pulling them over the curve of your bent ass, over the round flesh, well beyond halfway. Cool air is rushing over your cheeks. A tinge of fear hits me. Why the fuck am I letting him pull down my panties?

The confidence he must have to do this. The desire for me. The need to visualize what he imagines. He called me a goddess. Shit, you've exposed yourself to so many men who didn't deserve it. Your ex husband, for starters. The few boys in college when you were drunk off your ass. Doctors. Nurses. Here is a young, gorgeous, and in shape stud desperate to explore you. That's fucking why. Woman all over the world should be so lucky.

My god, but when did I last poop? Holy shit, please let my bunnies be clean. Where was I? Think! I was at Colleens, dropping off Emma. And, oh my god, she had that awful toilet paper -- I wonder if I have any stuck in my butt? If I could just go and make sure I'm clean, oh, lord. Just peak. Look

Holy shit, thank god, I can see my ass crack perfectly. Nothing. Nothing, that is, but the eye of my bunny hole, flaring open at me, surrounded by thick dark hair. Oh, fuck! I just instinctively squeezed it shut. It is now just a tight pucker. Ken is also looking at me, watching me stare at my own ass, at my own asshole breathing like a fish out of water.

But, thank god, no toilet paper. But...oh my god, I want to die. The hair around my anus has thin layers of poop, smeared into it. I want to just cry. To throw up. Forget about the birth canal, spread open, revealing the inside of your vagina. The wetness, clearly showing how excited I am. I could give a shit about anything but the shit!

"Elizabeth...you have the butt of a goddess..."

A goddess who can't wipe. I'm mortified. Oh, just close your eyes, pretend it is not there. Clearly, he could care less. He has the bottle of oil, squirting small amounts at the top of each butt check. You can feel it, cool, running slowly into your back. His hands are on the top of my butt now, pushing into the oil.

He's rubbing the oil into my globes. I feel my butt cheeks molding around his fingers, flexing as he pushes into my soft flesh with ease. Around the sides he rubs, towards the center, squeezing my butt cheeks together. And now, he's spreading me open, holding my bottom wide, looking at the flared pussy just above your panties. The panties your mother bought for you, hanging just below your butt cheeks. If she could see them now.

Maybe you were mistaken about the poop. Just peek again. Oh, fuck. He's looking at your face. Rubbing your ass, wanting you to see what he is doing. Why is he staring at me in the mirror? God, who the fuck cares. It's there. His hand hands are now at the bottom of my ass, pulling. Fingers are touching my pussy lips. We watch my birth canal open to the watching mirror.

"And your pussy...look at how sexy it is..."

My hole looks wide and deep. Ken is playing with me, touching the pink walls inside of me. Fuck, what did you think would happen when you got in this position? The sooner he explorers, the sooner he plays. Arch your back, excite him, get his juices flowing. You are the goddess. Move your legs slightly wider, help his peering eyes. Show him your wetness. Look at his eyes. Show him lust. Lick your lips. Maybe then, he'll lick yours.

"You can do anything you want..."

Oh, yea. Talk sexy. Let him know how much you want him to want you. Close your eyes, pout. Oh my god, more oil. It's dripping into my crack, slowly, like a finger. Moving towards the hard bone, finding it, and then turning. Oh, feel it! Sliding towards my poop hole. Past the ring of hair, failing to defend it. Into the crinkled skin, now puckering hard. Finding the center, pooling, stopping. Oh my god!

Ken's hand is at the top of my ass now. Tracing the path of the oil, sliding between my cheeks. You know where he is going, sensing the impending car crash but unable to stop it. Open your eyes. Watch. It is too surprisingly exciting to ignore, despite your abhorrence when your husbands try. It is too taboo. It's almost there. Past the hair. It's...

"Oh my god..."

Did you just say that out loud? Let him know how exciting and turned on I am? Having my butt hole massaged, rubbed, toyed with. There are so many nerves. Oh my god, it is so disgusting, feeling the hairs fold into my skin, the dried pieces of poop being swirled into my bottom. Which is exactly why I don't let my husbands do this. It is vulgar. It is degrading. And it feels so good.

He's pressuring it, greasing it. Holy shit, your eyes are bulging, wide open, looking at yourself in your deep blue eyes. His finger has entered your ass. The virginal hole is being fingered. Look at his middle finger, bending in and out of your bottom. Your anus is flexing open around it. You are holding your breath, longer, watching, shocked at the pleasure you are receiving. Exhale!

"Uuuuggghhhhhh......"

Oh, that was more of a grunt. A gurgle of pleasure. His hand is moving onto your stomach, pushing between it and the pillow. Raise your hips. Let him find his way, into your bush. Rubbing. Pressing into Betsy. Your vagina is being played with, ready for the rubbings. With the finger touching your poop hole, your bunny hole, your body is charged and ready.

"Oh...yea...there..."

He's found your spot, pushing hard. His mouth is now kissing your bottom, biting gently the inside fold. His mouth is now over your swollen lips, slipping between them, tasting the inside of your pussy. Fucking you. Push back, hard, into his face. Into the licking tongue, the rubbing fingers.

Spread your legs wider, he's trying to crawl between them. It's go time. His finger has slipped from your butt hole, and you can feel it gasping for air. Looking for the lost digit. Holy Shit! He has replaced it with his tongue, licking it, rolling the dirt into your bottom. Cleaning you. Tasting the must. Pushing his tongue into your dirty hole as he pinches your clit.

"Oooocchhh...."

A cry of pleasure. My orgasm is close. My first rimming is creating feelings I never thought I'd experience. I want to explode. Push hard into his mouth. He's chewing on my butt hole, using his teeth gently. Eating my ass. It's so gross, but so unexpected. Squeeze it shut hard. God, just move lower. Lick my pussy. Please. Just tell him. Let him know. Guide him. He will please you however you ask. You are a goddess.

"Lick....my pussy..."

Move your hands back, spread yourself open, show him the target. Make it stand proud. Uncover it from the mass of pubic hair. Provide a clear access. Just lean on your shoulders to prop yourself up. Help him help you. It's working. His face is moving. His tongue is rubbing, licking. It's...

"Oh...right there...hard..."

It's coming. You feel it. Deep inside of you. The licking of your clit is dragging it out of you. Oh, and his fingers, now gripping your ass on the inside, helping to keep your ass spread. Fingers are slipping towards the inside. Dragging the anal hairs around your bottom. The orgasm is coming.

"Ohhhh my Gaaawwwddddd..."

Ken has slid his finger deep into my anus! My asshole! Oh shit. I'm exploding. Stars. Dizziness. An internal anal massage, digging out the sexual feelings my body is longing to release. I'm humping his tongue hard, pushing into his probings. My muscles are convulsing. My legs squeezing together, crushing the body between them.

Further Ken is pushing into my bottom. My eyes flash open at the shocking feelings. I am now watching myself cum. Grimacing to the mirror in front of me. Nostrils flaring. Bucking my body to the young man behind me. There isn't anyone I'd rather cover with my vaginal juices. Beauty deserves beauty.

My orgasm, so strong, is slowly washing away. The taboo feelings of anal probings, from a person who's last name I don't even know, to whom I've muttered less than 100 words, is so erotic. More erotic than playing with myself while in the bath, or with my husband asleep next to me, or while breastfeeding. My body sags. I'm spent.

Ken senses that I'm done. His face is no longer buried between my legs and his finger is slowly removed from my rectum. It feels like I'm pooping him out. I can hear the slurping noises and then a final plop. Ken stands, looking down at me, the mom with her panties pulled down. The mom with her ass spread for the mirror. The mom with the swollen, wet, and matted pussy. The mom with her lactating breast exposed and crushed under her body.

I look in the mirror with post orgasmic shame. How did I end up allowing myself to be so abused. I have two kids, and if they came in and saw me now, they would be scarred for life. I reach behind me and lift up my panties, desperate to hide the hairy mess between my legs. Ashamed that I just allowed some man to lick my asshole clean. I told him he could do anything he wanted. He sure did. And I let it happen.

My heart drops as I see Ken in the mirror, lifting his shirt over his head. His erection is straining against his yoga pants. Fuck. He wants his turn. What the hell are you going to do now? Give him a blow job? Ask him to take care of it himself? Like you do your husbands? Shit, what the hell is he going to do now?

His pants are practically ripped off. There it is. His raging erection, but oh my lord, he's completely bald! No hair, anywhere. Not around his shaft, not on his stomach. His chest, his legs. Not even on his balls. He looks nubile. It's amazing. You have to touch it. To see if it is real. To see if it is as soft as it looks.

He must see the look in my eyes, the lust of a hormonal, middle age mom. Desperate to play with the boys penis in front of her. To inspect it, maybe even put some baby lotion on it. To diaper it. And I want to do all of that. Ken is going to let me, standing still, watching me kneel in front of him with my one tit swaying and exposed, the other covered.

It's so hard to my touch. It flinches, bobbing up and down. The veins are so clear beneath his stretched skin, pulsing blood to his throbbing member. His balls are so smooth. The inside of his thighs are so soft. His pee hole is staring at me as though it sees my sole and knows I want to suck it. Taste it. I do. I lean forward and open my mouth.

"Oh...Elizabeth..."

It's so warm, slipping easily into my mouth. My lips wrap around it, feeling the soft flesh push into my throat, sliding over my tongue. His heart is beating into my lips, through the walls of his erection. I don't use any of my hands, like I do with Frank, attempting to jerk him off with fingers and not my lips. But, for Ken, for his hairless penis, I let him enter as deep as he can, fondling his balls.

I know how to give a blow job when it counts. High school was a long way ago, asking Steve to stand up for my first attempt, braces making me proceed with caution. I guess it really didn't matter then how skillful I was. He sprayed all over my face in less than a minute. But, college guys and men need more work. More attention. My tongue is providing it.

"Shit...Elizabeth...by the mirror..."

Ken must like the visuals, as I guess all guys do. I can let him watch. I can let him observe how much I know. He gave me a killer orgasm. I can do the same, better than any teen bitch he may have been with. Show him that mom's give good head, better head. Look at you in the mirror, swirling your tongue around the tip. Letting him slip inside of you. Maybe you'll even open your mouth and let him jerk off into it.

Do it for him. Jerk it. Look at your tongue, hanging out, begging him to cum on it. I bet this look will turn him on. How long do you think it will take him? God, your husbands some times are fucking you for thirty minutes. You can spend thirty minutes doing this. Talk to him. Help him get off.

"Cum on my face..."

Jerk him harder. Maybe if you grab the oil. Let's just see. His dick is so hard, he has to be ready. Look at his face, see how close he looks. Christ, he doesn't look close at all. He's just sitting there, watching you, pointing his dick at your open mouth as you jerk it in front of the mirror. He isn't anywhere close.

"Suck my balls..."

Maybe that will help. The skin is so soft compared to what you are used to. You can feel the large eggs rolling into your mouth, hard, full of semen. You look like a squirrel in the mirror with a penis about to poke your eye out. Ken is tilting your face so you are looking at your mouthful. God, this is not the look you were hoping for when you dressed this morning.

Thank god, he's backing away. My mouth just made a loud popping sound as he slipped free. Jesus, how are you going to make him cum. His penis is wet all over, glistening from your work. My pussy is an option, I suppose. I can live with it. Frank will never know. I am not going to suck him for the rest of my life. Shit, just let him do it. He'd be the hottest guy you've ever had sex with. You deserve it.

"Do you want to have sex...?"

Who is he, your husband? Did you just put the kids to bed? Is this that special event that occurs one a month some times? Yoga teachers don't have sex. Young co-eds don't have sex. They fuck.

"On the mat..."

I guess that is a yes. I guess you are going to do it. So, give him something to remember. Make it a fuck worth of a goddess. Squeeze your vagina. Get it tight. Try to hide the fact that two kids have passed through it. And make the angles work for you. Give him a view of your hot, goddess ass. You may not do it for your husbands, but for this guy, bend over in front of him.

"Face the mirror..."

The mirror. It's all about the mirror. So, give him double the pleasure. Put the yoga pillow right under your hip, make your butt the focus. Take your fucking bra off, it's killing you. God, my tits, they are hot. So fucking hot. And, look at the one that hasn't been touched yet. It's swollen. You look so good. Get ready Ken, I'm not going to let you have sex with me, I'm going to let you fuck me.

He's bending behind me. Spread your legs, give him room. He's rubbing himself, keeping himself hard for your pussy. His eyes are locked on your pantied butt, swelling up to him. Asking him to fuck it. Bending over for it. He's reaching for it. You want him to pull down your panties. You want him to violate you.

He grabs. But not the top. The side. He's pulling hard, stretching them, dragging them to the side. Exposing you. His eyes are wild. His hand is pumping on his penis, masturbating to the scene before him. You are so beautiful, he doesn't need anything other than the ability to look at you. Maybe he won't even penetrate you. Spread your legs, give his semen a wide landing strip. Push open your asshole. Turn him on.

"Oooooooooocccccchhhhh."

Ken just rammed your wet pussy. His dick is slamming into your cervix. You are so wet, so stretched from years of use that he found no resistance. Oh my god, he's fucking me. Hard and sudden. My ass cheeks are being rammed by his hips as he leans into me, pulling back my head with hands thrown under my chin. He's bending me back, like the cobra position.

Arch your chest high. Show him your nursing tits, in the mirror. That's what he wants. A woman with milk. With swollen tits and nipples larger than he's seen before, each with motherly erections that spray milk. Let him cup them, move his hands into them, almost lifting you by them. Fight the soreness from your engorgement. Look at yourself in the mirror, being fucked. Thrusting your body every second to his bucking hips.

He has both hands on the breast he didn't nurse from. Squeezing it. Masturbating it. You know it will happen. His body is slowing the thrusting, waiting for it. You feel his hardness pulsing in your vagina as the first stream releases from your breast, spraying the mirror. He points your areola right at the glass, spraying it. Releasing your semen.