“You know that I own this ass, right? I licked it, so it’s mine,” I taunted Marcy, making her moan again from my words as well as my tongue.
“Yes, well, you’ll have to wait a bit to take possession of your property, sir. You’re still my captive for now, in case you forgot,” Marcy teased me back now, “if you can promise me to return to your bonds like a good prisoner, I will take a shower with you now.”
“I will, if you promise to taste yourself on my tongue,” I offered Marcy, still rimming her with a passion that few could match, mostly because I loved the taste of her.
“You got a deal, bro,” Marcy told me, getting off my face and untying me at last, leading me to the shower before she gave me a French kiss that was as steamy as the shower could ever be.
“Hot damn, sis, why haven’t we done this kind of thing with each other before? You’re a natural!” I praised Marcy, even as she began washing me with the puff and taking her own sweet time of touching my flesh as she did so.
“Because Mom and Dad would have killed us, I think. Yeah, it’s pretty sweet, isn’t it? You’re a natural, too! Adrienne must have been off her rocker to give this up! She’ll be back at your doorstep before you know it, missing that great lovin’, and you should totally give her a good, hard grudge fuck for her trouble. Then you should let me taste her on you, see how she tastes, how delicious she must be if you ate her out as much as you clearly did.
“You can totally have both of us if you wish, at least from my end of things. You can marry her sweet ass and I will still be there for you, your side piece and eager to pitch hit for her or just take the edge off whenever she’s out of commission, or whatever else you need that she can’t give you. I’ll lez her out for you, too, if you wish,” Marcy reinforced the idea that she would truly do anything that I wished, just as she promised before.
“Well, to be fair to her, she left me for Uncle Sam. He kinda has rights to her body in a way that I don’t. At least until her term of enlistment runs out. Hard to compete with that. I’m proud of her for being such a damn fine soldier, even if it hurt to lose her. It just couldn’t work out, at least in her mind, long-distance like that. She was probably worried that either she or I, or both, would cheat, as we have in the past.
“She was probably right about that, too. I don’t think that I’m cut out for monogamy, and I doubt that she is, either, but she’s a good Catholic girl, or tries to be. It would be rough to accept that she can’t make a traditional marriage work with the ‘right guy’ once she is ready to ‘settle down’ and all that jazz. I can’t fault her too much, but I do miss her, whatever her flaws,” I confessed to my lovely sister, caressing her face in the shower as I now washed her skin for my turn.
“That’s the beauty of it, though. I’d totally respect the sanctity of her marriage to you. I could just be a mistress, a maitresse in the French tradition, and as Cajuns, we are all of French stock, aren’t we? If the Church doesn’t like it, let me point out that people who cover up altar boys shouldn’t throw stones. Don’t get me wrong. In my own, lapsed way, I guess that I’m still a Roman Catholic… Very lapsed and very prone to use my own judgment instead of the Church’s, but the Church didn’t have infallibility until the 19th century, so we kind of had to think for ourselves until, anyway. I could be her mistress, too, if you and she both wished it. I’m not saying that she’ll go for it, just that I’m open to it, that’s all,” Marcy offered me, even as I felt the urge to whiz suddenly and started to step out of the shower.
“What are you doing?” Marcy asked me, worried that she’d offended me, “I didn’t mean to upset you by talking about your ex, I promise! If you want, we’ll talk of something else, I swear!”
“Chill, sis… I just gotta pee. I wasn’t offended, though I can’t promise how Adrienne would react to your unusual proposition. Don’t worry, okay? I’m not about to drop you, sis, not like that,” I reassured my sexy sister.
“Then pee on me, please! Mark your territory like the stud that you are!” Marcy pleaded with me, much to my shock, even slapping my ass, which forced a massive stream to let loose from my crowded bladder, stinging her, “ouch! Damn, that stings!”
“Sorry, but you asked me to piss on you, to mark my territory, and I did,” I blushed a little now… me, a combat veteran blushing, imagine that!
“Hey, now, I wasn’t mad! It hurt, but I don’t mind the pain, honestly. It’s just a little discomfort… but, may I return the favor?” Marcy asked me now, her soulful, adorable eyes begging me.
“Sure, go ahead and pee on me!” I smiled at her, not one bit upset at that, since it would wash off in the shower.
Marcy let off a stream of her own, stinging me as well, but we both washed and rinsed it off, letting our bodies refresh from the emptiness of our bladders and the fresh washing of our skin. We also had a new feeling of intimacy from having pissed on each other, sharing a dirty kink of sorts together. I kissed her forcefully, and we both climbed out of the shower, making out as we enjoyed the caress of each other’s hands on our flesh. That was when I pulled my own little stunt and picked Marcy up to plant her sweet ass on the sink and part her legs.
“Jules, bro… what are you doing?” Marcy’s voice hit a note of panic, but soon she shut up, as she felt my tongue explore her snatch yet again, nice and freshly clean as it was.
I gave Marcy the sort of lapping that she couldn’t resist and we both knew it, as my lips and tongue devoured her, savored her, and reveled in her delightful juices. She could tell that it was not just my chance to taste her extra clean, but also an act of submission as well. I was still not normally a submissive at heart, but we had agreed that this was HER day. She was in charge today, and by kneeling to put her needs first, I sent the message that I was a man of my word and would give her pleasure without thinking of myself at the moment.
Of course, it wasn’t all selfless, as she was a very juicy young woman and we both knew that by now. Marcy could easily qualify as a dessert in my book, not that she would appear on any menu that I’d ever seen. At least by eating her, I could please my taste buds and not gain a pound. I didn’t mind her blonde bush, either, licking it right along with her pussy lips and her clit with the same degree of enjoyment. Marcy’s eyes grew wide as saucers and she held my head in place, not wanting to take the chance that I’d change my mind about dining at the Y.
I grabbed her ass for my part and fondled her as I tongue fucked her cunt like it was the great honeypot or something. As delectable as it was, it might as well have been the great honeypot, in fact. When I started to finger her asshole, Marcy really lost it and came all over my face, splattering my recent goatee with her sweet nectar. I didn’t show any mercy, though, instead choosing to flip her over and part her cheeks to start another rimming session that was sure to drive her out of her mind. I kissed and licked that ass of hers with a fervor that she knew would never be matched by any ex-boyfriend of hers. What could I say? I loved the taste of her ass!