Chapter 5

She entered the room and he could see why she was glad Rosalyn wasn't home ... her new "nighty" was made of a diaphanous material that, for all intents and purposes, left her completely exposed. It was utterly pointless for modesty, and merely owning it meant that Lily needed something to wear when she was cold, but still absolutely wanted for someone to gawk at her naked body ... and Rich knew that someone was him. She turned around to give him the full view, and he saw that it rose to halfway up her back, and below that it covered her rear-end without actually obscuring it from view. It was the single sexiest piece of clothing he'd ever seen ... and was being worn by the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. His jaw dropped.

"I bought this from a catalogue ... do you ... like it?"

Rich had suspected before that Lily played the ingenue for him, and her little innocent question would have all but confirmed his suspicions if it didn't instead immediately dispel them entirely. No one could act that well. Lily looked like she felt genuinely silly, like she didn't know whether her body was flattered by such a transluscent material, or whether Rich, who adored her more than she could know, would feel off-put by such a sexually suggestive and forward gesture, despite all that they'd already done together. In fact, the longer he stood in stunned, hungry silence, the less sure of herself she looked, even going so far as to flash a forced smile and hold up one of her breasts half-heartedly in an awkward attempt to seduce him that was too cute and too utterly unnecessary for it to be anything other than the product of an equally bashful

and hopeful woman who really did worry that her lover had eyes for anyone but her.

Rich didn't have the sauveness or the confidence yet, not entirely, to instantly and effortlessly unravel such a tangled knot of the most misplaced concern he'd seen outside of a circus tent, but he did know that he was about to kiss and fuck this woman, respectively and irrespectively, until that knot became a string that she could tie around her pinky and wear like a trophy. He didn't want to scare her by bounding over to where she was standing in a single step, taking her up in his arms and lifting her into the air until she squealed, even though that's exactly what he wanted to do, so he slowly, carefully walked to where she was standing, brushed her hair out of her face, tilted her chin upwards and sealed her mouth with a forceful kiss, his other hand feeling its way down her abdomen, to where the nighty was trapped between her large thighs, to the moisture there that was the beginning of a dam breaking in slow motion.

Lily felt his tongue on hers and closed her eyes, eager to feel Rich wherever he deigned to touch, while Rich was busy trying to convince her that he wasn't "deigning" to touch anything - he wanted to touch Lily everywhere and couldn't get over how appreciative he was that she wanted him too. His hands felt so hot on her skin as they caressed her neck, her breast, her waist, the small of her back, and finally, her rear, which Rich grasped and lifted her entire frame towards him, and so Lily threw her arms around his neck and stood on her toes and got so lost in the kiss that she nearly lost her balance, but Rich had her, and that was all that mattered.

"Are you in the mood?" he teased, and Lily looked at him with a wry smile. He saw in her eyes that she was in the mood for something, but teasing wasn't it. And that's when he found his feet had left the ground, and he was rapidly accelerating towards the ground, only for the bed to catch his back and lurch under the effort of catching his weight as he bounced onto it, and he momentarily had the wind knocked out of him. Surprised, he looked down the bed at Lily, her hands still outstretched, and realized that she'd just pushed him onto it, with all the force she could muster.

"Don't tease me, young man," she said, although Rich knew she loved to be teased. It seemed that, at the moment, she had more pressing things to love. She looked down at said thing, sticking up like a tentpole in his pants, and Rich could see she was just about openly salivating. "Is that for me?" she asked, and Rich nodded. "Don't mind if I do," she said, and Rich swallowed. He wasn't sure where the Lily he saw standing before the bed had come from, but he wasn't about to question it.

She crawled onto the bed, which creaked ominously under her weight, but if Lily noticed, she ignored it in favor of maintaing as sultry eye-contact as she could with Rich, who stayed motionless out of either courtesy or hypnotism.

As she got to the flag in his pants, she unbuttoned his fly, pulled down his zipper, and grasped his waistband with both hands, pulling down underwear and pants in one go. Rich was in the process of kicking the pantlegs off of his own legs when he suddenly felt that his cock had become completely engulfed in something - when he looked down at Lily, she looked up at him with her bright green eyes and said, in a muffled voice "mine." His cock was nowhere to be seen, but given Lily's lips pressed against his abdomen and the sensation of a tongue pressed against the underside, he had his theories. which were confirmed as Lily pulled her lips up and off of his shaft, slowly, watching him for signs of arousal that he was sure she could trust were going to be there.

She gave it a little peck as her lips reached the tip, and then continued to crawl up towards Rich, until she reached his neck, which she began to kiss softly as Rich moaned quietly, and then less quietly as she pressed her soaking womanhood against him through her nighty, taunting him with the idea of going right through it, although he realized she was taunting herself as much as she was him, and he half-expected that the only transluscent object that would be catching his load tonight was her ripped nightgown as he fucked her through it. In fact, she pressed hard enough that he felt his tip start to slip inside something, and then she was kissing his face, his chin, his cheek, his lips, and he knew she was fighting every instinct not to force her hips down and get the foreplay over with. Instead, he just felt her squeezing his tip, and the rivulets of her passion seeping through the nighty were dripping down his cock so lewdly that he had to contain himself from thrusting up into her, instead.

Before he could, she drew herself up, and then onto her feet, standing on the bed over him. She stood straddling his sides, breathing heavily, and he half expected for her to just drop back onto it with abandon, but instead she lifted her arms above her head and stretched.

"Which do you prefer seeing me from, front or behind?" she said, stepping over him and turning around, but then looking over her shoulder down at his face to see his expression as he answered.

"Both," he answered, diplomatically, and truthfully, but Lily clicked her teeth.

"Liar," she said, and Rich found himself in a similar position to his cock a minute ago - engulfed in a wet, wonderous darkness. Of course, as he'd seen Lily's big round ass approaching him, an image that he was going to keep forever, he knew exactly where he was. And so he also knew that, even though he couldn't see, if his tongue touched anything, it would be a win-win, so he stuck it out and found sweetness and wetness, and heard Lily's muffled moan as he lapped at her vulva.

A moment later, her moan was cut short, and Rich moaned instead up into her as he felt once again his entire cock swallowed in one go, her moan still forcing its way around it, vibrating it pleasantly. She immediately started to work up and down the shaft with gusto, sucking tightly enough that it threatened his ability to hold back and not give it up into her mouth with just as much eagerness. As a reward, he drove his tongue up into her cooch, and she replied by reaching forward and grasping his legs as she bobbed her head up and down to worship his slick pole, which only gave him more cause to attack her in an escalating arms race of oral sex.

She sucked onto the tip and then it popped out audibly, and she nuzzled her cheek against it. "Mine," she said again, and Rich wasn't about to contradict her. He was, however, about to put his tongue up her asshole - as soon as he could find it, anyway, as Lily's writhing and her sizable rear made it difficult to navigate her nethers. When he found his mark, she moaned around his cock, and he knew that he'd gotten it right; the taste was a pretty strong indicator, as well. That he'd gotten acquainted to the taste of her balloon knot had been a source of embarassment for her, but that never stopped her from excitedly pushing her rear back at him as he tongued it, and this was no exception.

He wondered if there was ever a reason to do anything other than 69 Lily, and he really couldn't think of any compelling ones. He would have gladly cum in Lily's mouth to the exclusion of any asshole or pussy for the rest of his life if it meant that he could cum every time while burying his face between her amazing cheeks and his tongue in her cooch or funhole. And if Lily kept it up, she was going to swallow his first load of the night - although he promised himself that he would wait a few minutes and continue on from there if that was the case.

Lily remembered when he first put his tongue up there and she hads worried that the police were going to barge in and arrest her for crimes against adolescent tongues ... now she realized that was silly - if the police did break down the door and arrest her, it wasn't like they could stop her from riding Rich until she came herself silly, and did anything else really matter?

As much as she wanted to suck it out of Rich, she had her own needs to attend to, and a tongue, while marvelous on its own, wasn't going to cut it. She pulled her end off of him, and he grasped for air, and she positioned herself further down his body, straddling him, taking his wet, slippery cock in hand. She lined him up with her cooch, and he felt his tip press her bead before being whisked away to aim at some place more in view, and again, Rich swallowed.

"Which one?" she asked, lining him up with both holes, back and forth, highlighting the sadistic choice she was offering him. The condoms were still in his pocket, and she didn't seem to be in any rush to go get them, just in case, so there was a very real possibility that if he said he wanted her honey pot that she'd just drop herself down once she'd oscillated back to her dripping pussy without thinking, and he couldn't decide if he should be thinking or not. But the fact remained that he couldn't see her vulva from that angle, and everytime she lingered his cock's tip near her backdoor she puckered it slightly, and that she kept referring to his cock as hers ... and he'd been the only one to ever give that particular hole a good cock-reaming, and that made his choice for him.

"There!" he said, as she moved him from front to back.

"There?" Lily replied, pressing the tip up to her balloon knot without much care as to how forceful she was being. Rich nodded, and he felt her dropping her weight down, and her pushing her anus out slightly.

"L-lube" Rich managed to stammer, and Lily smiled an embarassed, yet knowing and prideful smile back at him. She'd utterly coated it in saliva, but they knew from experience that wasn't enough, and if Lily dropped her weight down any more, his head would pop in suddenly, and she'd be in for a rough ride.

"I took care of that in the bathroom," she admitted, and Rich wondered if the choice he'd just made had been illusory. As his tip started to pry her open under the force of her own weight, he could feel the lube that she'd smuggled inside starting to coat him, and he couldn't believe how naughty she was being.

Lily knew that either way she was going to get all the Rich she needed inside, and all of the lovejuice she wanted to come outside ... but she also had stacked the deck pretty high in buttsex's favor by facing away from him and offering herself up as she had. As she felt Rich's hard, eager thing started to push into her soft, eager insides, she could already feel her first release building - it had been Rich, after all, that had taught her how to cum that way, and while her anal orgasms were never as big as her vaginal ones, they didn't exactly disappoint, and Lily knew that disappointment wasn't in the cards when Rich's head popped inside her gradually opening ring and she gushed between his thighs - not an orgasm, not yet, but there was still plenty dick left to fit inside, and she had plans for every inch of it. She looked over her shoulder at Rich, and he looked up at her, and then back down at where his cock was disappearing into her tight anal ring, which had just swallowed his whole head in one go, and Lily could feel, even in her lube-swamped rectum, the hefty amounts of stringy precum he was making claims on her hot pipes with.

Once she'd gotten the head inside, she let go of his cock, and braced herself against the bed ... by holding down Rich's arms astride his body. Rich watched as she fed his cock up into her, lowering her hips for a deeper and deeper anal penetration, and he once again swallowed hard.

She carefully, slowly dropped her hips down, mostly for Rich's benefit, and so that he didn't lose his load too early, as she could feel how tense it was. As it pushed deeper into her guts, twitching and hard, she could feel her filthy orgasm building, and knew she wasn't going to sit down all the way before it burst forth and she revealed herself for the anal-loving woman she was. In fact, she was barely halfway down the pole when she felt it just on the cusp, and so she wiggled her hips and pulled it out just slightly, then dropped down just as slightly, fucking herself a little with it to bring out what she could tell was going to be an eye-roller. She also knew that the up-and-down motion, as slight as it was, was risking Rich prematurely ejaculating into her ass, but she didn't care ... she did feel a little self-conscious about anally masturbating with his dick while he watched her from behind, but that vanished in a puff of O once she was nearing her climax, using Rich's dick to stretch her ring just enough to coax it out, and then, finally, she dropped her weight down suddenly, a full inch more than she had thus far, and let out a throaty, womanly groan, and shook, and trembled, and soaked Rich's legs as she squirted without restraint, and turned to look at Rich, to thank him for her first full-body, butt-centered orgasm his cock was giving her, when she heard him say it.

"I ... love you..."

Her face, already red, reddened even more, and she said it back to him voicelessly, her eyes watered not from emotion but sensation, although the slightly silly emotion was there

too. Her body wracked with pleasure, she finally managed to relax her sphincter, Rich's cock now considerably within her, and calm her heart.

"Bad boy," she said, scolding him.

"Sorry ... it seemed like a good time to say it."

"THAT seemed like a good time to say it?" she said, wiggling her hips for him, to show that she was only playing. Boys and their timing. She tightened around him a bit, and

he winced, and that seemed like good enough revenge for her as she continued to sink down into his lap, her intestines straightening out as she took the last of it up into her,