She was the one to break the kiss. Pulling away from me a little and tugging almost frantically on my shirt trying to strip it off, she looked at me with an expression that I had never seen before. She looked as if she were going to cry or laugh, but which one it was going to be was anyone's guess. I stepped back a little, took off my T-shirt and gently pushed her back toward the bed. She fell backwards onto it, a short, slightly hysterical giggle escaping her as she did. I stood between her open legs and smiling coyly at her, leant over and began kissing her inner thighs. She began giggling and pushing away at my head with her hands, "Stopit, God, Stop you're tickling me. . ." She began to say but abruptly tailed off as I moved closer to her pussy. Breathing on her sex, I inhaled the aroma of aroused femininity; she stopped giggling and her breathing became deeper, more relaxed.

I started licking; beginning gently with the folds on the edge, enjoying the salty taste of her cunt, I worked my way in. Going up and down, I moved slowly from the very top of her slit all the way down until the tip of my tongue just grazed the ring of her ass. She moaned and pressed herself to me, her hands--moments ago trying to push me away--found my hair and her fingers curled into it, trapping me in her embrace. I sucked her whole clitoris into my mouth, tonguing the very tip of it inside my mouth and sliding a finger into her slick wetness to find her G-spot. She gasped at this and began to pull harder on my hair, "Oh God, oh God that feels so so goood," she whispered hoarsely. Then, "Marc almost never went down on me, he said he didn't like the taste." I didn't say anything but slowly removed my finger from her and (as she had done earlier with the wine) reached up and put it to her lips. She sucked it in greedily and after a long moment I said quietly, "Your pussy tastes delicious." She giggled again, gave me back my finger and I went back to work putting two fingers this time back into her pussy and then slowly working a third into her asshole.

She began to breath rapidly and buck her hips against me, rising to meet the invading fingers. I could tell she was close to coming so I pulled back and stood up to undo my pants. Her eyes opened. She looked at me, drew a ragged breath and said, "There's another thing Marc wouldn't do." I looked at her questioningly, waiting for her to go on. "He never fucked me in my ass, he said it was dirty." She reached over and handed me a bottle of lube that looked as though it had never been used. Gently, gently I guided her over until she was lying on her stomach and began to run my fingertips over her hips and lower back, slowly moving toward her waiting asshole. She started breathing in short gasps and pushing herself up to meet my hands. I dribbled lubed into the crack of her ass and pushed a finger in. Her pucker opened like a tiny mouth and her hips rose to meet it, pushing it deeper as she groaned softly. I kept this up for a long minute, feeling her arousal mount to a fever pitch. She was ready.

I put more lube on my cock, which by this time was almost painfully hard, and slowly and gently pushed it into her anus. Giving her a moment to adjust, I stopped for a moment before carefully moving it further and further. I saw her hands gripping the sheets and her head turn from side to side and then felt her push back against me until I could feel the soft cheeks of her ass touch my hipbones. I then fucked her, slowly at first, but as she became more aroused and more used to it, harder and faster. I could feel her orgasm coming on and I knew that when she came, she would take me with her. A few seconds later, when she did come, it was as if something had broken, as if all the emotions of the last few days were being purged from her body. I was swept along by the flood, pouring myself into her in spasm after racking spasm.

I collapsed onto her, both of us bathed in sweat and overcome by exhaustion. I pulled out of her and lay on my back; she lay, half on me, her leg thrown over my hips and her damp head on my shoulder. I breathed in her scent and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. After a long moment she said, "You know something, Marc used to make me feel ugly a lot of the time. When I'm with you I always feel beautiful." I didn't reply (how do you respond to that?) but kissed her on her forehead again.

Neither one of us spoke for several minutes, then she said, "You've got to go, my Mother will be here in, like, ten minutes."
"But, I've always wanted to meet Mrs. Bannerjee." I said, coming down to earth and regaining my irony. Sarita sat up and shot me a look that said, don't. I got up and started searching for my clothes.
"Come by the store tomorrow, I got you a present--Ohio Players on vinyl." she said cheerfully.
"The one with "Love Rollercoaster" on it?" I said. She nodded and blew me a kiss as she went toward the bathroom.

As I went down the stairs toward my car I checked my watch. With any luck I would be home before my wife.


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