“That was lovely,” Madri said releasing the hug. She turn away now, looking for her blouse, feeling a bit embarrassed.
“Oh no you don’t” Callista giggled. Suddenly, Madri felt Callista shove her hard. She let out a surprised yelp and then started to fall forward. She threw out her hands and they landed hard with her palms on the table. She was bent over now, her ass high in the air. She was surprised, and about to stand up, but she felt Callista’s hand on her back, giving her a little bit of pressure. Suddenly, she felt more aroused than she’d felt all night, this wasn’t over yet.
Madri looked over her shoulder, and saw Callista unzip her date-night skirt. Callista’ pulled it down and Madri lifted her feet, letting her babysitter pull the skirt off her feet. Now Callista was kneeling behind Madri. Madri tried to see was the girl was doing but she could not. The next thing she was able to know for she was that she felt Callista’s hands on her ass. She could feet the girls fingers pushing into her pillowy flesh. She moaned, liking the way the girl’s massaging fingers felt.
She then felt the girl spread her ass cheeks, and she moaned as the pressure from doing so cause a little delicious pain. The next thing she felt made her eyes roll back in her head and her knees go weak. She felt hot warmth on her asshole. For a moment, she didn’t know what it was. Then she realized that the feeling was wet, and it dawned on her that Callista was licking her asshole. Her knees buckled a little, but she felt Callista wrap her arms around her legs, pulling them into her breasts. And her tongue kept probing. The feeling was wonderful, Madri had no idea her asshole was so sensitive, each little touch was increasingly intense. Madri pushed her ass back, trying to get more of that feeling.
Then, she felt cold air on her asshole. She tried to look back, to see what was happening, but all she knew was that Callista was no longer eating her asshole. For a few moments, Madri did not know what was going on. Then, she felt pressure on her anus. She squealed a little in surprise and heard Callista giggle. She looked behind her, she could see Callista’s beautiful face but whatever was going on at her asshole was obscured from view. She felt the pressure building as something was pushing its way into her asshole. It was tight, uncomfortable, but raw and real as well. And the deeper it went, the better it felt.
Suddenly, Madri realized what it was. The last carrot. Callista was shoving the last remaining carrot up her ass. She giggled to herself, it felt so naughty. And it was starting to feel better too. Callista started to move the carrot in and out of Madri’s asshole. It was tight, and occasionally pinched, but the friction felt amazing. Callista increased the speed of the carrot, pushing it harder and deeper. Madri leaned forward hard on her hands, trying to keep her balance.
Callista playing with her asshole felt amazing, but it was about to get better. Madri felt the same warmth and wetness she’d felt on her ass before, but now it was on her pussy. She looked behind herself again and saw Callista leaning into her. She knew that Callista was eating her pussy. She felt a thrill run up her spine and her body responded instantly to the tongue. Her pussy ached and felt alive. Her nipples were hard. She took one hand from the table to run her breasts, kneading the skin and letting the hard nipple play against her fingers.
Callista worked patiently, moving the carrot in and out of Madri’s wet asshole. At the same time, Madri felt Callista’s tongue get more and more insistent, flicking at her clit and dipping into her slit. Madri could feel the tension building inside of her. She moved her hand off of her breast. She was panting and she slammed her hand down hard on the table to ensure that she didn’t fall over. Then, it happened. One last delicious pinch from the carrot in her asshole and Madri let out a loud shriek. Every muscle in her body shook and she slumped down over the kitchen table, letting the warmth and disorientation wash over her.
She returned to reality as Callista slipped the carrot out of her asshole. Madri grunted lightly and then turned and sat down on the kitchen floor. Callista sat down next to her and she put her arms around the girl. They looked into each other’s eyes and giggled. Madri still felt drunk, maybe more drunk than she had when she got in. She leaned over and kissed the girl again. They sat for awhile, holding each other and trying to catch their breath. The house seemed incredibly still and peaceful.
“That was a lot of fun and you know, I think you are right. I am way less tense about… everything” Madri said and Callista nodded.
“Yeah, I think we both kind of needed that,” Callista explained. Madri looked around the kitchen and saw discarded clothes and vegetables and she smelled the scent of sex. She sighed contentedly.
“Oh god, I don’t ever want to go that long without sex again,” Madri replied.
“Madri?” Callista said.
“Yes love?” she asked. Madri felt the moment was pregnant with anticipation.
“Could you drive me home, my mother is going to be worried?” The girl bit her lower lip, looking very concerned.
“Oh,” Madri said, suddenly realizing what had just transpired, “I actually had a little too much to drink tonight. Let me call you a cab… and find my skirt.”
Chapter 4: The Doctor
Erika Collins hated the feeling of the sanitary paper cover on the examination table in the doctor’s office. This was especially true because her examination gown was a little short and she could feel her legs sticking to the paper. She looked at the clock on the wall and sighed. She hoped her mother didn’t mind watching little Steven an extra half hour, because it didn’t look like she was going to be getting out of here any time soon. She’d arrived at the doctor’s office at 1:00 p. m., she’d sat in the waiting room until 2:30, and now it was well past three and the doctor still hadn’t seen her. Steven got home from pre-school at 2:45 and Erika knew that her mother had a dinner date at 5:00. She hoped she’d get home in time. And for the 10 millionth time she thought about how difficult it was to be a single mother, even if she was 28 years old, had a decent job, and had planned on being a single mother.
Not being able to stand sitting on the paper any longer, Erika jumped off the table and walked over to the sink in the corner of the room. She looked into the mirror and rolled her big, brown eyes at her herself. She felt like she looked like a mess, but some of it was the nature of these stupid gowns. But she ruffled her hand through her long, straight brown hair, trying to give it a little life. It worked a little, and she smiled a bit, showing off her thick pink lips and tiny white teeth. Her skin looked good, slightly tanned and unblemished. She reached around to the back of her gown, squeezing it tightly. Instantly, the gown hugged around her curves and Erika nodded in appreciation of her large, 32-D breasts, tight waist, flared hips, and tight butt, looking all the more voluptuous on her short, 5’4 frame. She even took a look down at her legs, seeing them shine a little because she’d just shaved that morning.
She was still admiring herself in the mirror when she heard the door opening behind her. For some reason, she felt like she was in the wrong place, and scuttled quickly back to the exam table and sat down. The doctor came into the room looking harried. She was holding a plastic container in her left hand and a cell phone in her right. She was talking loudly on the telephone.