Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2024 21:19:05 +0000 From: coffeefourtwo Subject: Clandestine Meetings Chapter 4 All characters are fictional and high school age or older. Comments are welcome. If there is interest, I will continue the series. Please consider a donation, however small, to Nifty. When I began my promiscuous story, I ended that first chapter with my little fourteen year old sexpot, Traci, coming to see me a little later that evening. I think now would be a good time to pick up my story there. When I got the text from Traci saying she would come over and for me not to worry about her sneaking out of the house I was, admittedly, a little confused. It was after all a school night, and I couldn't imagine her parent's allowing her out of the house. I showered and gave myself a screaming orgasm not while thinking of Traci, but rather while thinking of Maggie. She had called me not long after I finished texting with Traci, inviting me over to her place the next night. And it wasn't an invitation for dinner! Maggie if you may remember is my just over seventy year old on and off lover, and a darling friend of the family. On her seventieth birthday, I impulsively gave myself to her as a birthday gift. We have been alone and in threesomes, with her partner, on and off over the last year. Mother and Maggie, if you may also remember, still get together about once a week. They hookup alone and with whoever Maggie's current partner may be. Maggie and her current amore, Charlotte, sixty eight years old, have been together for about six months now. I have been with the both of them on no less than four occasions, and let me tell you these women know what they are doing. So with tomorrow night to look forward to I showered, and with my body feeling like it would spontaneously combust, I screamed out an orgasm that I'm sure could be heard throughout the house. Feeling like a new woman, I dried myself and dressed. Knowing Traci would be here soon, I was about to take a few things out of the fridge for Traci and myself to eat. That's when I heard a knock at the side door under the garage. Looking through the glass of the door, I saw Traci with the cutest grin on her face. I hurried over to open the door, beckoning my little lover in. Traci walked into the kitchen while I closed the door and locked it. When I turned, Traci took hold of me in a tight embrace, the side of her face pressed tightly to my cleavage. I wrapped my arms around her, as Traci held onto me as if never wanting to let go. I kissed the top of her head while I stroked her back, softly. "I'm glad you texted me, Jen," she said so softly, it was almost a whisper. I smiled as I held her tiny body close to mine. "I missed you too, honey," I said. I walked her to the sofa and asked, "Are you hungry? I was about to make take something out of the fridge." She nodded her head. I was about to step away when she reached for my hand. I looked down to see what I can only describe as a troubling expression on her face. I sat on the sofa beside her. "Traci, what's wrong?" I asked out of concern. She began to tell her story speaking softly. "I told you I didn't have to sneak out of the house, because things are not what they seem." She stopped speaking, and I could tell she was having trouble with what she wanted to tell me. "My dad, made a few unwanted passes at me." My eyes widened. "Traci, are you saying he forced you to have sex with him?" "No, I always pushed him away. One night I had my phone on my dresser already recording when he came in. I was able to get him out of the room, and took the phone to mom the next morning. Was she ever pissed. I heard her hollering at him in their bedroom when he got back from work." I placed my hand softly, assuringly on her shoulder. "It's okay, honey. You don't have to continue if you don't want to." She smiled softly. "I'm fine. Anyway, not only does he avoid me like the plague, he gives me ten C-notes twice a month." My jaw dropped. "You bribed him?" She seemed offended. "Not in the least. He came into the living room, dropped an envelope on my lap and said I would get that twice a month. Oh, and I told him he was to no longer concern himself with me, that I was free to come and go as I pleased. He nodded his head and walked out of the living room." "What about your mother?" I asked. "She tolerates him. Hates him, but she tolerates him. I'm pretty sure it was her idea to have him give me the money. I can't say for sure, but she seems to be spending more money too since then, so I wouldn't be surprised if he's giving her money too. I do know she's not sleeping with him. She moved into that third bedroom. Oh, and she has a copy of the file of that night he came into my room, so I don't think he's going to make a fuss anytime soon." It all began to make sense now about her saying she didn't have to sneak out of the house. "But what about your mother?" I asked. "If she finds out you're not at home, wouldn't she be worried about you?" "No, she knows we're having sex and that I'm here right now." I almost fell through the sofa. There's a fourteen year old girl in my home that I'm about to have sex with and her mother knows! Traci clearly saw the look of shock on my face. She giggled and said, "It's okay, Jen, really it is. Besides, she's like you. She lives having sex with girls my age." Now I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone. If I was in a dream, I needed to wake up. Like, right now! "Your mother has sex with girls your age?" I asked through deep breaths. Traci smiled sweetly at me. "Anytime she can get her hands on one, and if she can't, then she has sex with me. She's a really good pussy licker." So, I think I just had an aneurysm! "You look like you need some water, Jen." Traci walked quickly to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I drank it all down in one gulp. Getting myself together, I said, "Sorry Traci, but that was the last thing I was expecting to hear tonight." I leaned back on the sofa, noticing Traci beginning to raise her shirt over her head. She cast it aside as she straddled me on the sofa. I placed my hands on her waist, feeling her warm and soft skin. I shuddered. She leaned her head to the side of my face and whispered softly, "She really wants to fuck you, Jen." I whimpered then turned my face to hers. Our mouth's met in a searing kiss, our wet tongues as if in a duel. I reached around her back and in one fluid motion, I unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. Breaking the kiss, my mouth engulfed both her tiny breast and nipple. My tongue lashed at her nipple hungrily as my free hands caressed her back. "You love sucking my tits don't you, you dirty little whore?" Traci asked as I began to pull her nipple with my teeth. "Mmm hmm," I moaned into her breast. Traci reached for the back of my head, grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back forcing me to look into her eyes. "You want to fuck me and mom don't you? Say it!" Traci hissed. I looked hungrily into her eyes, my pussy drenched. And then I panted out nearly at the top of my voice, "I want to fuck both of you. I want you to lick my pussy while I eat out your mother. I want to come on your face while your mother comes on mine. I want to suck your tits while your mother sucks mine." Here I was, a twenty-eight year old woman, getting so turned on by speaking so loudly and lewdly to a fourteen year old girl. She quickly unbuttoned my blouse to find me braless. Her mouth was over my nipple before I knew what happened. My nipples ached as she assaulted them both, moving rapidly from one to the other. I held her head in place over one nipple and hissed, "Bite it, bitch!" And did she ever! I yelled from the pain, then cried out, "Harder you little, slut!" Traci delightfully complied, clamping her teeth down hard onto my aching nipple, sending sensations throughout my body. Her hand slipped between us, then slid into my panty, finding my pussy as wet and moist as the Pacific Ocean. All it took were a few pumps of her hand, and I was screaming out an orgasm like a raving madwoman, with Traci's other arm wrapped around me, holding me in a tight embrace. When I finally regained my composure, she looked at me with the sweetest face. I kissed her lightly on the lips, spanked her on her tiny ass and said, "Let's eat some dinner." I took out some fajita chicken strips and a premixed bag of iceberg lettuce, julienne carrots and red cabbage. While my little lover mixed the chicken and salad, I looked over my wine collection and decided on a Chardonnay. Yes, my little lover will be drinking with me. She will have one glass, but only one. I will contribute to the delinquency of a minor only so far when it comes to alcohol. The sex, however, is an entirely different story, it's scope, inexhaustible. I set a candle in the middle of the table, lit it, then turned off all the other lights. Traci set a very nice table, with the chicken salad plated to perfection. This salad presentation would look at home in any restaurant. I walked to Traci and stood behind her. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close lightly running my fingers over her tiny nipples. For a fourteen year old, she has the body of an eleven year old. Holding her tiny body, I could feel the warmth of her skin. "You did a wonderful job with the salad, Traci," I whispered in her ear. She turned her head, smiling at me sweetly. I pulled a chair out for Traci to sit, then I took my chair and placed it directly beside her. We ate together topless, while Traci began to fill me in on her personal life. She opened up to me that night like she never had previously. While I presumed she went to school, the truth is, she is homeschooled. She told me she was being teased mercilessly after she and another girl were caught kissing at school by some other students. Her mother was not pleased at all with the response from the school district, so she began homeschooling Traci. My heart went out to my little lover for having to take the brunt from the other students teasing. But now, she was in a better place. Her grades were improving and her self esteem was also on the mend. And she told me that when she makes me come, her confidence soars even higher. "How many girls my age can say they made a twenty-eight year old woman orgasm?" she asked as she erotically stuffed a bite of fajitas chicken salad into her mouth, then licked her lips seductively. At the sight of that, my pussy would be drenched in a matter of seconds. When we finished eating, I took our plates to the sink, Traci walking with me. I took her by the hand, leading her to my bedroom. Once inside she jumped onto the bed, removing the rest of her clothing. She was lying on her back when she spread her legs wide. The sight of that tiny body displayed so impurely for me, sent shivers through my body. I removed my pants and panty, then joined Traci in the bed. Moving between her legs, I placed my face an inch from her pussy, inhaling deeply the scent of her sex. And then I began eating out this beautiful young girl. I was becoming delirious with passion as my saliva mingled with her juices, creating a heavenly scent. And then a thought washed over me. I was eating this tiny pussy of a fourteen year old girl, a pussy that her own mother was eating out. I reached down and stuffed a finger into my pussy as I visualized Traci's mother eating her daughter's pussy. My body heat was rising as I began to gorge on her tiny clit. When Traci came, she did squirt, but only a tiny amount. I slurped up her cream, running my tongue deep inside to coax out all of her cream that I could. I moved alongside her to kiss her. We french kissed passionately, as I held Traci close to me. She said, "I told mom I was going to spend the night if it's okay with you." With me lying beside her, I gently guided Traci's face to my cleavage and held her there. After a few minutes, Traci said barely above a whisper, "You are going to love fucking mom and me." Within a few moments, my little seductress was sleeping. The next morning, I woke to Traci tenderly sucking my nipples. What's a young woman to do? I made wild passionate love to Traci again, silly! I did have work to take care of later, unfortunately. This time, I was allowed to drop Traci at her house, instead of the normal two streets over, with her walking the remaining distance. With no appointments lined up at work that morning, I got to the office a little before noon. Mother and Barbara were walking out for lunch as I walked in. I was walking to my office when I saw Lori walk out of her's. She gave me a look, a look of wanton lust I know all too well. I smiled and walked to my office, hearing Lori's footsteps following me. I walked behind my desk, sat down and turned my computer on. I turned to see Lori enter my office, closing the door behind her. She locked the door, then faced me. She removed her jacket, letting it fall to the floor. Unbuttoning her blouse, slowly, seductively she said, "I sold the Easton estate this morning." I watched as she let the blouse drop to the floor, quickly followed by her bra. "Congratulations, Lori," I said hoarsely, my pussy beginning to throb at the sight of my half nude little sister. She walked around to the back of my desk, removing her shoes, then her dress slacks and panty. "They're coming later to drop off the deposit," Lori said softly. I swiveled my chair to face her. When she began to remove her stockings I said softly, "Leave them on, please." Lori smiled at me, walked the short distance to me, then straddled me on my chair. My breaths were becoming short and ragged. "When will they be here?" I asked. Lori placed one hand on the side of her breast, then guided it slowly to my mouth. I gobbled as much breast and nipple into my mouth as I could, sucking and slurping wildly, then slid one finger into my dear sister's dripping pussy. Lori hissed, threw her head back, then said between pants while I devoured her breast, "In .. forty-five .. minutes. We better .. work fast." My sister and I reached multiple orgasms in record time! In the end, we each had two orgasms. Not bad at all considering it was in my office, on top of my desk and working with the limited amount of time we were handed. We hurriedly dressed then walked out of my office only to see mother returning from lunch. She eyed both of us from head to toe, then summoned us to her office. Busted! Mother always knew when Lori and I had sex. She told us once it was so plain on our faces, we each just as soon have stamped 'We Just Had Sex Together,' on our forehead. Lori and I knew we were summoned to mother's office for a lecture, and a lecture we got. "That's a risky thing you did, girls. What if someone had walked in?" Lori said softly, politely, "I locked the door, Mother. Please give me some credit." Mother raised her eyebrows and asked, "And locking the door magically muffles the sounds when you orgasm?" Lori opened her mouth to speak, but when the realization of what mother said washed over her, she abruptly closed her mouth, offering no reply. Mother continued. "We all three make love together and separately, Lori. I know how loud the two of you can get. It's one thing when we do it in private, but it's a whole different story here. What would happen if word got out what you two, what us three are doing? It would kill this business, that's what it would do." But for all her talking, mother never raised her voice. Lori looked down, knowing she had no proper reply. Mother looked at me. "And you're the oldest. You should know better." Like Lori, I could only look down. Mother sighed then stood and walked from behind her desk. Lori and I were sitting at the front of mother's desk side by side. She walked behind us and stood there for a moment. I turned my head to see mother's hand slide effortlessly into Lori's bra. I could plainly see she was gently squeezing Lori's nipple. Her hand then slid into my bra with equal ease, her warm fingers pinching my nipple. "We won't be having this talk again will we, girls?" mother asked as she squeezed my nipple hard. Lori would tell me later that at that moment, mother did the same to her. With my pussy drenched, I had a pretty good idea Lori's was too, we both just sat there shaking our heads. "Very good. And by the way," mother looked lustfully from me, then to Lori, "My bedroom tonight, six o'clock." I cannot adequately explain the exhilirating feeling that shoots down to your pussy, when your presence has been mandated by your own mother for a booty call with her and your own sister! There was a light tap at the door. Mother withdrew her hands from our bras instantly, while Lori and I quickly readjusted them. "Yes?" mother called out with just the slightest of a tremor in her voice. Barbara opened the door and whispered, "The Clarke's, buying the Easton estate, are here." she said. I took that as my cue to leave. As I stood to leave, Mother gently took me by the forearm. "I love you, Jen. More than you'll ever know." Tears formed in my eyes as I leaned into mother, giving her a hug. Lori stood and did the same. I greeted the couple as I walked out of mother's office. I shook the husbands hand, then his wife's, a rather elegant looking woman. I guessed her age around mid-forties. When she gave me a smile, I noticed her hand lingered on mine for a moment longer than necessary. Or, at least, I was hoping that was the case. There was something about her smile, a smile that was conjuring up wicked things. I certainly hoped that's what I was seeing! I went to my office and when I sat down, I looked up to see Ms. Clarke, walking quickly to my office, pen in hand scribbling on a piece of paper as she walked. Stepping into my office, she laid the paper on my desk, gave me a smile, then she walked back to mother's office. I picked up the paper. It read: 'Tressa,' followed by her phone number. I sat back in my chair and closed my eyes, thinking of all the devious and raunchy fun Tressa Clarke and I could have. She was definitely going to get a call from me! It was then, I could smell the scent of sex in my office from my earlier romp with Lori. I know her scent anywhere. I wondered for a moment if Tressa, in her brief but illuminating visit to my office, smelled it too. While mother, Lori and Barbara processed the paperwork for the Clarke's, I pulled up the Easton's file on my computer. The Clarke's offered two million dollars for the estate, not much less than the original listing price. On top of that, they contacted our office for the showing, meaning all of the commission from the sale of the estate would not have to be shared with another realtor. Lori's commission alone would be sixty thousand dollars, the same as mother's. However, we all agreed that a small amount, one and a half percent, of each commission would be spread among the other employees. This was mother's idea and both Lori and I wholeheartedly agreed to it when we began working for her. On this sale, Barbara and I would get nine hundred dollars total from mother's and Lori's commission. It worked out the same for Lori and Barbara when I sold a home though, of course, the amounts received would vary depending on the agreed upon sale price and the commission involved. Mother would make our payments as soon as the funds cleared the bank that sent them, generally in two business days. As our commission schedule isn't standard real estate industry practice, mother would manually calculate the amounts and pay us through direct deposit. I sat there smiling, genuinely happy for Lori. Tonight, in the privacy of our mother's bedroom, I would be able to lovingly show her my happiness, up close and personal. I was looking forward, more than I can convey, to my second romp of the day with Lori! By design, I was sitting in the reception area when the Clarke's walked out of mother's office. Tressa's eyes locked on me instantly. We walked a few feet away from the other's as they continued to speak with Tressa's husband. "So, will I be getting a call from you Ms. ...?" Her slight hesitation to finish her sentence and not use my name became quite clear. I hadn't the time to give her mine. I reached out to shake her hand. "My name's Jen, and yes you will definitely be hearing from me." Her expression changed from neutral to lust in an instant. "Very good," she said softly, "because my nipples are so hard right now, they could cut glass." Oh God, I almost dropped to the floor. "So .. so are mine," I said, stammering. Tressa looked at me sultrily then said, "God, you are going to be a great fuck. Call me at three. I'll be terribly disappointed if you don't." She turned to join the other's, while I nodded my head standing there abstractedly. Barbara followed mother back into her office. As Tressa followed her husband out of the door, she stopped and turned to me. We gazed at each other lustfully from across the reception room. Tressa smiled, then walked out. Always the attentive and perceptive one, along with being the smartest person I know, Lori walked over to me and whispered, "She's very pretty. You're going to fuck her, aren't you?" Looking ahead at the door Tressa just walked through, I answered Lori. "She's very pretty, yes. And I'm going to fuck her into next week," I said confidently, then turned to Lori, "I hope she does the same to me." I turned and walked to my office with Lori following close at my side. With mother's earlier warning about our lewd behavior in my office, the door, this time, would remain open. Until three o'clock, my appointed time to call Tressa, Lori and I would be discussing the real estate business, instead of munching out on each other in the sixty-nine position on the top of my desk, as we had so wantonly done, not quite an hour and a half earlier. To be honest, Lori and I would have preferred the latter rather than the former! I was out of the office at three o'clock. Walking to my car, I pulled my phone out of my purse, calling Tressa's number, hurriedly. When she answered the phone, there was a slight pause then she said, "You are one minute late. I detest tardiness." Tressa disconnected the call. I stood there flummoxed. What the hell just happened? My phone chimed. It was an incoming call from Tressa. I answered the phone, guardedly. Tressa was screeching with laughter and said, "I would do love to see the expression on your face right now!" Apparently my soon to be new lover, enjoyed playing practical jokes. I decided to follow her lead. "Just for that, I am only going to sodomize you once, this afternoon." Dead silence on the other end of the phone! I knew that would get her attention. I continued, "And, if you're lucky, I will come on your face. Twice!" Now I could hear ragged breaths on the phone. "Get your ass .. to the Hilton .. East Main .. Suite 510," Tressa said in a quivering voice. "Be there in twenty," I said sweetly. "Oh, and Tressa," I continued. "Y .. Yes?" she replied weakly. It took everything in me not to laugh. "Don't start without me. When your pussy starts to cream, I want to know it's because of my doing. Bye, love, " I said cheerily. I thought I heard Tressa gulp. One lesson from this story: never bullshit a bullshitter. I rapped on the door of suite 510 with the delicateness of a lady. In just a few minutes, we two ladies would be behaving like whores. This I felt with every fiber of my being. Tressa opened the door in a light gown, hemmed just above the knee, the v-neck of her gown proudly displaying her full cleavage. She had a glass of wine in her hand, her demeanor, guarded. "Come in, Tressa," she said softly. Good to see you so soon." Stepping into her room, I laid my hand on her waist. I gave her a soft kiss on her cheek. Tressa closed the door behind us, latching both locks. I looked around the nicely appointed living room, which had another connecting room. "Very nice, Tressa. Is this where you have all your sexual rendezvous?" She sipped her drink as she sat on the sofa, tapping the seat cushion inviting me over. I walked slowly, while unbuttoning my jacket. Tossing it to the far side of the sofa, I sat directly beside Tressa. Tressa said, "This is where I live. I've been here the last two years. That's when the marriage started heading south, I came here and haven't left since." Realizing she made an error in etiquette, she said, "Dear me, look at my dreadful manners," she rose and walked over to the bar. "Anything I can get you?" "A Chardonnay would be lovely, thank you," I said as I rose and walked to her. As she poured my drink, I stood behind her pressing my chest into her back. I began to run my fingers slowly, softly down her arm to her elbow, then back up to her shoulder. Her skin felt so soft and the smell of her strawberry scented shampoo, so heavenly. She turned to me, her eyelids heavy. "I wanted you the second I saw you." she breathed out lustily. I untied the sash around her waist, opening the gown wide to display her beautiful breasts and rather firm stomach. I pinched her exposed nipples gently. For the time being! Placing a gentle peck on her lips, I whispered, "Then what are you waiting for?" She looked deeply into my eyes. "What about our drinks?" she whimpered. "I'm not here to fuck your drinks," I said throatily, tossing down the gauntlet. Our mouth's locked and soon she was moaning as we french kissed passionately. The wine flavor in her mouth, mixing with our saliva, was creating a delicious cocktail. Add in the two peppermint candies I ate on the way to her suite, and it was truly an intoxicating mix. She broke the kiss, hungrily searching my eyes. Taking me by the hand, she led me to the connecting room. A bedroom and office unit as it turns out. She raised a knee onto the bed, then waddled to the center. On her knees, she removed her gown, then began kneading her breasts. I was behind her in an instant. When I placed both hands on her firm buttocks, I heard her gasp as I kneaded those beautiful cheeks. I heard her whimper, then her head fell back, our mouth's locking in another delicious kiss. I kept one hand on her ass, while my other hand reached forward, finding her breast. I bent her forward until she was on all fours. I began to nibble her butt cheeks while running my hands across her soft back. My hands slid down her back onto her cheeks and spread them wide. There, I found the most private and intimate of all holes. I began to lavish her butthole with my tongue, coating it thickly with my saliva, while Tressa moaned deeply over and over. I licked my middle finger, thickly coating it with my saliva, then inserted it deeply into her butthole. I began to finger her incessantly while her moans turned to screams. I replaced my finger with my tongue, probing it deeply into her. When Tressa came, it was unexpected and a torrent. She soaked the bedsheets while I watched in wonder. I had never seen a woman spew so much of her juices in one squirt. Unexpectedly, she flipped on her back reaching out for me. I lied on top of her when she said hoarsely, "I want to taste my ass on your mouth." When our mouth's met, Tressa moaned out deeply. She began to lick my lips and gently bit them. Tressa looked at me with lust, her eyes almost glazed over, then she screamed out in quivering passion between kisses, "God, my ass .. tastes so good .. on your mouth. I love .. tasting my ass.. on your mouth! Am I a filthy girl .. for saying that .. , Jen? Do you .. like filthy girls .. like me .. that like to taste .. their ass on their lover? Will you .. do this .. all the time? Say you'll .. lick my ass again!" Tressa almost seemed to be a woman possessed. My mind whirled with glee while Tressa talked so obscenely between our sloppy kisses. I knew then and there, one thing was certain. This was going to be one wild afternoon in bed with Tressa. We were spooning in her bed when I woke, feeling Tressa's warm and soft body against mine. When I shifted ever so slightly, Tressa placed a delicate kiss on my shoulder and then another. I smiled, contentedly. The sex we had performed rushed through my head. I turned to see a warm smile on her face. "You were incredible, Jen," she said softly, as her hand softly caressed my stomach. I had lost count of the number of orgasms we gave each other. I do remember that I came on her face three times, exceeding the number of two I had jokingly told her on the phone I would do, if she were lucky. She looked at me with a serious expression and said, "You strike me as someone who loves them and leaves them." I held her gaze but remained quiet. Her intuition, of course, was spot on. Tressa continued. "So, I have an unseemly offer, but please hear me out before you answer." I nodded my head. "I will give you five thousand dollars a month. The only stipulation, is that you have sex with me. I won't say how many times a month you have to be here, nor do I expect you to be at my beck and call." When I woke up this morning, this was not the kind of offer I was expecting to be given. While I should have been insulted, I wasn't. Rather, I was intrigued. It was in a way, kind of thrilling being offered money for sex. I asked, "And what happens, if we don't have sex in, say, two months?" "After that long, I will simply not give you a check. Relationship finished." Her hand slid smoothly to my shaved pubic mound, her finger extending to slowly caress my clit. The sensation of her finger on my clit was immediate. I gasped lightly. Strumming her finger over my clit a little faster she said, "Mmm, I have found something delectable, something wet, something I ate out earlier until you came on my face." I was panting and Tressa knew she had me. "How about our little arrangement, Jen? Do you accept?" When her finger entered my pussy, I was lost to her. "Yes!" I said as she began to finger fuck me passionately. She smiled at me sweetly. "Good, girl," she said then lunged her face to my breast, gulping a nipple into her mouth. Her tongue made it's way down my stomach, until she found my wet cunt. Latching her mouth onto my pussy, it wasn't long before I gushed my cream onto her face a fourth time. Panting deliriously, I glanced to the clock on the side table next to the bed. The time was just after five o'clock. Knowing I had to leave soon to make my six o'clock booty call with mother and Lori, I feebly attempted to raise myself on my elbow's, dress and leave. It was then, Tressa turned her back to me, got on all fours, leaned her head onto the mattress and said softly, invitingly, "Come eat my ass again, sweetie." Unable to resist Tressa's resplendent body before me, I stood on my knees behind her, spreading her butt cheeks wide, revealing her cute butthole. I put my nose within an inch of it and breathed deeply, taking in the deep, heady musky scent. That was all the impetus I needed to begin assaulting her butthole with my tongue and then later, my lubricated finger. Seriously, who was I kidding? I would be a little late for my booty call with mother and Lori.