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Dora

By: ULISSE



Il treno rallentava. 

Il rumore delle ruote sui binari indicava che stavamo entrando in stazione. 

Sembrava quasi fermo. 

Adesso era fermo del tutto. 

Quasi tre ore, tra le più calde, per percorrere poco più di cento chilometri. 

Due panini col salame e una mezza bottiglia di minerale, mangiati nella ritirata, perché mi sentivo a disagio farlo nello scompartimento, di fronte agli altri viaggiatori. Ero in divisa.


Si aprivano e chiudevano gli sportelli delle vetture: qualcuno scendeva, altri salivano. 

Un uomo gridava a squarciagola: doveva essere il nome del paese, ma non si capiva nulla. O non capivo io.


La stazione era un piccolo edificio scuro, abbastanza ben tenuto. Un campanellino suonava ininterrottamente. Il manovale di servizio andava verso gli scambi. Chi era sceso si avviava all’uscita. Poca gente. 

Dall’altra parte, verso l’aperta campagna, numerosi tronchi, in cataste alte almeno due metri, formavano tanti quadrilateri ai quali mancava un lato. Sembrava una fila di “fortini”, come quelli visti nelle pellicole western. Erano assenti vedetta e bandiera. 
Presi la valigia dalla reticella, la poggiai sul pavimento della vettura, aprii lo sportello e scesi sul marciapiede, guardandomi intorno per vedere se c’era qualcuno che potesse aiutarmi. Mi venne incontro un vecchio, con un carrettino cigolante. 

“Le serve aiuto?” 

“Si, grazie, potrebbe portarmi il bagaglio al Comando Zona?” 

“Certo. E lo lascio a nome di chi?” 

Gli detti il mio nome e domandai quanto volesse per il servizio. 

“Faccia lei.” 

La somma che gli diedi dovette soddisfarlo, perché si tolse il berretto e mi ringraziò. 

“Segua la strada che inizia dalla stazione fino alla provinciale, prosegua verso il paese, giungerà a una piazza con la chiesa, seguiti ancora e alla prima curva, sulla sinistra, troverà il Comando. Non può sbagliare, c’è la sentinella armata dinanzi al portone.” 

Si allontanò tirando il carretto sul quale aveva posto la mia valigia. 

La strada, leggermente in discesa, era ricoperta d’una fine polvere rossastra, la stessa che avevo notato vicino i vagoni merce fermi sui binari morti. 

Raggiunsi presto la “provinciale”, poi la piazza. 

C’era un bar. Avevo sete. Entrai. Ero l’unico cliente. La ragazza al banco mi accolse con un sorriso radioso, chiese cosa desiderassi. Mi propose una orzata alla menta. 

Al mio cenno d’assenso mise sul piano di marmo, di fronte a me, un luccicante bicchiere su un piattino. Dallo scaffale, dove erano in fila numerose bottiglie, ne prese due: una bianco latte e l’altra verde scuro. Versò nel bicchiere un po’ di quegli sciroppi e lo riempì sotto il rubinetto. 

“Ghiaccio?”  Domandò. 

“No, grazie.” 

Con un lungo cucchiaino mescolò, rapida e attenta, e mi guardò sorridendo di nuovo. 

“E’ arrivato adesso, vero?”


“Appena sceso dal treno.” 

“Si tratterrà a lungo?” 

“Credo di si. Sono assegnato al Comando Zona.” 

“Capisco. Ma ci sono molti distaccamenti, anche abbastanza lontani.” 

“Io dovrei restare qui.” 

“Dove alloggerà?” 

“Non so ancora nulla. Mi auguro di poter alloggiare in foresteria.” 

“Io non glielo consiglio. La foresteria non si trova nell’edificio del Comando. Le camere sono tristi e squallide, ricavate nel vecchio castello che è stato anche prigione politica. Inoltre, lei non avrebbe nessuna riservatezza, non potrebbe ricevere visite. Ogni movimento, entrata, uscita, è controllato dalla sentinella. La cosiddetta foresteria è in un’ala della caserma.” 

“E si trovano alloggi in paese?” 

“Molte famiglie affittano delle camere, anche confortevoli. Sa, hanno bisogno di guadagnare qualcosa, specie quando gli uomini sono lontani, a fare il soldato. Se posso aiutarla, disponga di me. Ho tante amicizie. Il paese è piccolo, ci conosciamo tutti. Se decide di non restare in caserma mi venga a trovare.” 

Era entrato un uomo anziano, ed era andato a sedersi dietro l’angolo del banco che fungeva da “cassa”. 

La giovane gli si avvicinò e lo baciò sulla guancia. 

“Ciao nonno, stavo parlando col signor Tenente che è arrivato da pochi minuti, gli ho detto che se gli serve una camera si rivolga a noi.” 

Il vecchio si alzò e mi tese la mano. 

“Benvenuto tra noi, signor Tenente, mi auguro si trovi bene, e cerchi di compatire qualche testa matta che ogni tanto si abbandona a intemperanze. Lei mi capisce... 

Noi siamo a sua disposizione, come ha detto Dora.” 

Mi strinse la mano, vigorosamente, come se dovessimo stringere un patto, d’amicizia. 

Pagai, ringraziai per l’accoglienza e andai verso l’uscita. Mi voltai a salutare. 

“Arrivederla, Dora,” 

“Arrivederci, signor Tenente. Torni presto.” 

*  *  * 

Il Comando non era lontano. 

Una palazzina, a sinistra della strada, con la sentinella su una pedana di legno, dinanzi al grosso portone. 

Mi venne incontro un graduato, e disse che il mio bagaglio era in un angolo del corpo di guardia. Io dovevo presentarmi all’Aiutante Maggiore, al primo piano. A destra del cortile v’era la scala. Il piantone mi avrebbe annunciato. Prima, però, mi pregava di mostrargli un documento di riconoscimento. 

Gli mostrai la tessera rilasciatami dal Ministero, sulla quale era indicato “Servizi Speciali”. Lesse il tutto e mi guardò fisso. Mi restituì il documento e mi salutò con forte battere di tacchi. Mi sembrò che ci fosse un particolare messaggio di rispetto. O di curiosità. 

Il Maggiore Federico Marini era l’Aiutante Maggiore. Molto più giovane di quanto mi aspettassi. Con mia somma sorpresa si alzò, al mio entrare, e mi venne incontro tendendomi la mano. 

“Caro Orsini, benvenuto tra noi. Non c’è bisogno che si presenti. Il Colonnello Vera, che mi onora della sua amicizia, mi ha parlato di lei a lungo. So tutto di lei. Pochi minuti orsono anche il Generale Catarini, conversando col nostro Comandante, il Generale Sironi, si è informato se lei fosse giunto a destinazione. Come vede, è atteso. Ma si segga, prego.” 

Prima ancora di sedere dove mi aveva indicato, in un angolo della stanza, vicino a un tavolino basso che unitamente a un piccolo divano e due poltrone formava un salottino semplice ed elegante, lo ringraziai per l’accoglienza e gli dissi che mi auguravo di non deludere né lui né chi mi aveva presentato con tanta affettuosa generosità. 

Sedette e premette il pulsante che era sul tavolino. 

Entrò subito un soldato. 

“Comandi signor Maggiore.” 

Marini mi chiese se volessi un caffè o preferissi della birra fresca. 

“Se posso, Signor Maggiore, prenderei una birra, grazie.” 

“Allora”  -disse rivolgendosi al soldato-  “due birre, e che siano ben fresche.” 

Il soldato uscì silenziosamente. 

“Sono certo, caro Orsini”  -riprese il Maggiore-  che ci sarà di grande aiuto, le sue note caratteristiche lo garantiscono e il Generale Catarini, comandante il corpo d’armata, non è facile a giudizi lusinghieri come quelli espressi nei suoi confronti. Ho seguito alcune lezioni, del Generale Catarini, alla scuola di guerra, e conosco la sua severità. E poi, lei è uno dei più giovani Tenenti, non ha ancora ventitré anni, vero?” 

Sorrisi e assentii col capo. 

“Lei conosce i suoi compiti, e sta a lei organizzarsi. So bene che prima dovrà guardarsi intorno per scegliere i suoi uomini. Lo faccia con tutta la calma che occorre anche se, come lei sa bene, la situazione richiede il massimo delle informazioni possibili. Il suo ufficio sarà accanto al mio. Ma, a proposito, sa dove alloggiare? Noi abbiamo alcune camere riservate agli ufficiali, ma per varie ragioni non le consiglio di fruirne. Meglio avere una certa libertà. Se le serve posso farla aiutare dal sergente maggiore Magnani per cercare una buona sistemazione.” 

Entrò il soldato, su un vassoio una bottiglia di birra, quelle col tappo a leva, e due bicchieri. Mise tutto sul tavolino, aprì la bottiglia, riempì i bicchieri. A uno sguardo del Maggiore uscì dalla stanza. 

Marini riprese a parlare. 

“Per questa sera e per quanto tempo sarà necessario alloggi al piccolo Albergo del paese, faccia portare lì i suoi effetti. Attende altro bagaglio?” 

“Si, signor Maggiore, ho spedito una cassetta che dovrebbe giungere domani.” 

“Consegni lo scontrino a Magnani e penserà lui a farla ritirare. Adesso vada pure in albergo, a rinfrescarsi. Ci vediamo tra un’ora e mezzo, la presenterò al signor Generale.” 

Si alzò e mi tese nuovamente la mano. Aspettai che andasse dietro la scrivania, raggiunsi la porta, mi voltai, salutai e uscii. 
*  *  * 

L’ingresso dell’Albergo San Marco era proprio accanto al bar dove m’ero fermato a bere l’orzata alla menta. Una modesta porta a vetri, della quale non mi ero accorto passandole dinanzi, e una piccola insegna col nome. 

Un soldato vi aveva portato la mia valigia preannunziando che vi sarei andato di li a poco. 

Nel piccolo ingresso sedevano due uomini, abbastanza anziani, che giuocavano a scacchi. Al mio entrare uno si alzò e venne verso di me. 

“Sono il proprietario, signor Tenente. Ho fatto portare la sua valigia nella camera al secondo piano, che ha tutti i servizi. Sa, le camere sono otto, ma solo due, una per piano, dispongono dei servizi individuali. Vedrà che ci starà comodo. Di notte la strada è silenziosa, al massimo potrà sentir passare la pattuglia che gira per il paese durante il coprifuoco, dalle undici della sera alle cinque del mattino. 

Se ha bisogno di qualcosa non ha che da suonare il campanello. L’acqua calda è autonoma, c’è un piccolo scaldabagno. Se vuole un caffè o altro, lo chieda. Il bar di mio fratello è accanto a noi. Io sono lo zio della Dora, la ragazza che lo ha servito appena arrivato in paese.” 

Gli strinsi la mano e cominciai a salire la scala. 

La camera, numero 8, era ampia, pulita, ariosa. I mobili modesti ma ben tenuti: un letto alla francese, di quelli che vengono detti “a una piazza e mezzo”, il comodino, un armadio a una sola anta, con lo specchio, il comò col piano di marmo, un tavolino, due sedie. Il bagno, piccolo e anch’esso pulito. La biancheria, le coperte, tutto denotava ordine e pulizia. 

Dalla valigia presi la divisa che chiamavo “buona” e una camicia pulita. Per fortuna non s’erano fatte delle false pieghe, tutto era ancora ben stirato. Spolverai bene gli stivaloni, mi lavai, mi rivestii. Ero pronto per tornare al Comando, ma mancava più di mezz’ora. 

Scesi nell’atrio. 

Dora era in piedi, vicino alla porta, leggeva il giornale. 

Bella ragazza. Alta, bruna, gambe snelle, fianchi rotondi, ventre piatto, seno appena prosperoso ma perfettamente proporzionato al resto. I capelli, leggermente ondulati, le carezzavano le spalle ben modellate. Il volto dolce. Negli occhi neri, profondi, si leggeva il desiderio e la gioia di vivere. Sopracciglia deliziosamente disegnate,  labbra non eccessivamente rosse, bellissime e intonate al roseo della pelle liscia e vellutata. Mani lunghe, dita sottili e curate.  

Sentendomi scendere le scale si voltò verso di me. 

“Ci vediamo presto, signor Tenente. Non speravo tanto...” 

E sorrise, con le labbra che si schiudevano su piccoli candidissimi denti, con gli occhi, col volto, con tutta la sua persona. 

“... lo prende un aperitivo? glielo porto subito.” 

I due uomini non c’erano più, era rimasta la scacchiera, sul tavolino, con i pezzi in disordine. Sedetti su una sedia. 

“No, grazie, signorina...” 

“Mi chiamo Dora, signor Tenente.” 

“No, grazie, Dora, devo andare subito al Comando. E se non le sembro tanto vecchio mi chiami Piero.”


“Non so se riuscirò a farlo, lei è un ufficiale, e il militare che ha portato la valigia ha detto che è importante e conosce tanti pezzi grossi al Comando generale...” 

“Lasci stare le chiacchiere, Dora, sono un semplice Tenente, alla vigilia dei ventitré anni.” 

“Io sto per compierne diciotto, ho finito pochi giorni fa la scuola. Spero di fare la maestra, qui in paese o in una scuola rurale. Mi piace parlare, ciacolàr, come diciamo qui, e con gli scolari lo potrei fare, sperando di non annoiarli. Mio padre mi dice spesso: basta, te prego, Dora, ti non ti riessi a tasèr? Ma parlo troppo anche adesso, non è vero signor Tenente?...” 

Al mio sguardo di scherzoso rimprovero, si riprese. 

“Non è vero sior Piero?” 

“Ma Dora, cosa c’entra quel ‘sior’!” 

Scosse un po’ la testa, strinse le lebbra. 

“Credo che non dirlo saria massa confidensa, ma va ben, come la vòl: vero Piero?” 

“No, non parla troppo, e poi è bello ascoltare la sua voce, e soprattutto quelle espressioni in dialetto. Ma devo andare, Dora. Arrivederci.” 

“Sior... no, Piero, questa sera al cinema, c’è un film con la Calamai e Nazzari. Non le piacerebbe vederlo? Comincia alle otto e mezzo precise e finisce in tempo per tornare a casa prima del coprifuoco. Perché non ci va?” 

“Si, mi piacerebbe, ma non so a che ora potrò essere libero. Arrivederci.” 

Uscii. 

 *  *  * 

Chiesi al piantone di annunciarmi all’Aiutante maggiore. Quando entrai nella sua stanza, Marini mi disse che per l’avvenire avrei dovuto bussare direttamente. 

Si alzò, andò alla porta alla sua sinistra, nascosta da una pesante tenda, bussò, entrò. Dopo qualche istante ricomparve. 


“Venga, Orsini, il signor Generale l’attende.” 

Mi fece entrare e richiuse la porta dietro di se. 

Il Generale era dietro la scrivania ricoperta con vari incartamenti. Ad una parete un tavolo con numerose cartelle, su un altro tavolo alcune mappe topografiche. 

“Avanti, Orsini, avanti.” 

La sua voce era calda, baritonale, senza inflessioni dialettali. Occhi grigi, sguardo fermo, senza allegria e senza mestizia, e neppure severo. Sembrava interrogare, cercare, indagare, scavare, investigare. 

Mi fermai, sull’attenti, dinanzi al suo tavolo. 

Mi tese la mano. 

“Stia pure comodo, segga.” 

I capelli cortissimi, con molti fili d’argento. 

La divisa senza alcun nastrino, la civetteria di chi ritiene di non aver bisogno di  segnali esteriori per far sapere chi è, cosa ha fatto. 

“Il Maggiore Marini già le ha dato il benvenuto, e io  desidero ripeterlo. Domani faremo una lunga chiacchierata. Adesso devo ricevere le autorità civili e politiche e credo che l’incontro si dilungherà per molte ore, per cui non sarò a mensa per la cena. Lei pensi a sistemarsi e se vuole può essere anche esonerato dalla mensa, per questa sera, così potrò presentarla io agli altri, prima che l’assalgano con mille curiosità. 

Curiosità, Orsini, non interesse. 

Arrivederci.” 

Mi alzai di scatto, salutai, uscii. 

Tornai dal Maggiore per informarlo che il Generale mi aveva messo in libertà e che avrei profittato  del permesso di non essere a mensa, quella sera. 

Marini mi disse che ci saremmo rivisti l’indomani alle otto. La mensa era aperta per la prima colazione sin dalle sette. Se volevo potevo andare a vedere l’ufficio che aveva fatto preparare, accanto al suo. Senza attendere la mia riposta premette il pulsante del campanello e al piantone disse di chiamare il sergente maggiore Magnani e di farmi accompagnare nel mio ufficio. 

“Anzi, no”  -aggiunse-  “Il Tenente entrerà nel suo ufficio direttamente da qui, e tu di a Magnani di raggiungerlo e mettersi a sua disposizione.” 

Si alzò, sollevò la tenda di fronte a quella che conduceva dal Comandante e aprì la porta. 

“Qui è il suo territorio, lo occupi e lo sappia ben difendere da qualsiasi attacco. Perché non ne mancheranno.” 

Mi strinse la mano e chiuse la porta, dopo che io fui entrato in quella che sarebbe stata la mia stanza di lavoro. 

Dopo poco udii bussare, al mio “avanti” entrò Giambattista Magnani, sergente maggiore di carriera, ligure, scapolo, con un volto gioviale e amichevole. 

Si presentò e anche lui mi dette il benvenuto. 

Sapeva che alloggiavo al San Marco e disse di considerarlo a mia disposizione per qualsiasi cosa potesse occorrermi, anche sul piano personale. 

Gli strinsi calorosamente la mano. Lo ringraziai. Ci saremmo rivisti l’indomani. 
*  *  * 

Tornai lentamente all’Albergo. 

Nell’atrio v’era una porta della quale non m’ero accorto prima. Una piccola targa d’ottone recava una scritta, quasi illeggibile perché il nero dell’incisione era sparito del tutto: Bar. Girai piano la maniglia. Nel locale non c’era nessuno. Si sentivano delle voci provenire dal retrobottega. Per attirare l’attenzione feci un colpetto di tosse. Apparve subito Dora. 

“Cosa posso servirle...?” 

Compresi, dal tono, che aveva troncato la frase, forse non sapeva come rivolgersi a me, se chiamarmi Piero, o meno. 

“Nulla, per ora, grazie, ma volevo sapere se c’era un ristorante, qui vicino, perché questa sera non vado a mensa, e da questa mattina ho mangiato solo un paio di panini.” 

“Quasi di fronte, nella piazza, a destra della cattedrale, c’è il Leon d’oro. Ma se vuole, possiamo pensarci noi. Ai clienti dell’Albergo che lo desiderano, serviamo colazione e pasti. A fianco della scala che porta ai piani superiori, nell’ingresso, c’è una piccola sala da pranzo. Solo che non abbiamo, specie di questi tempi, una grande varietà di portate.” 

“Per me va benissimo, preferisco non andare in giro, e non desidero che fare una discreta cena, qualsiasi cosa ci sia da mangiare. Ma, a che ora si cena?


“Normalmente alle sette e mezzo, alle 19,30 devo dire, ma se vuol variare non deve che chiederlo. Per questa sera  abbiamo preparato uno sformato di patate e della carne ai ferri con insalata. Ho anche fatto un dolce semifreddo, con frutta e panna.” 

“Non parli più, per favore, perché ho già l’acquolina in bocca e manca più di un’ora alla cena. Ma mi dica, Dora, bisogna acquistarli prima i biglietti per il cinema? Io vi andrei volentieri, ma lei... mi... accompagna?” 

“Certo, certo, del resto lei non sa dove si trovi e non è facile... i biglietti si comprano poco prima dell’inizio dello spettacolo... le ho detto che comincia alle otto e mezzo, basta stare li dieci minuti prima, e quindi uscire di casa alle otto e un quarto. Le va bene cosa c’è per cena o desidera qualcosa d’altro? Adesso, però, le porto un biscotto salato per chetare lo stomaco fino alle sette e mezzo.” 

Si assentò un momento e tornò con una ciambellina dorata su di un piattino. 

“Una sola”  -disse-  “per non guastare l’appetito. Ma ne ho portato anche per me, le faccio compagnia. Vuole anche uno sprisso? ” 

Senza attendere risposta prese un calice, vi versò del vino bianco e lo allungò col seltz. Pensò un istante, poi ne prese un altro e lo riempì allo stesso modo. 

“Le faccio compagnia in tutto, anche se non dovrei. Non voglio ingrassare.” 

Il biscotto era ottimo, il vinello gasato delizioso. 

Le dissi di mettere tutto sul mio conto dell’albergo. Mi guardò sorridendo annuendo col capo. 

“Vado un po’ in camera, e scenderò alle 19,30 precise. Ciao.” 

“Ciao.” 

Tornai nell’atrio e risalii in camera. 
*  *  * 

La “sala da pranzo” non era molto vasta. Pochi tavolini, apparecchiati con cura e gusto. Tovaglie e tovaglioli candidi, bicchieri tersi, posate lucide. In mezzo a ogni tavolino un piccolo portafiori di vetro con alcuni fiorellini di campo. 

Mancava qualche minuto all’ora che avevo detto. A un tavolo, un signore, solo, leggeva il giornale. Poco distante un gruppo di quattro persone di mezza età, due uomini e due donne. Abiti abbastanza modesti, ma ben stirati. 

Dora venne subito, mi chiese che tipo di vino desiderassi, mi suggerì un “collio” che tutti apprezzavano molto. Le risposi che non ero un gran bevitore e, quindi, me ne bastava pochissimo. 

Prese un taccuino e una matita, come se volesse annotare qualcosa. Ma non serviva, sapevo già quello che sarebbe stato servito. Abbassò la voce. 

“Scusi, ma volevo dirle che forse sarebbe bene, per lei intendo, non uscire insieme a me per andare al cine, ma vederci in sala...” 

La interruppi, e con lo stesso tono le dissi che per me andava bene, anzi benissimo, uscire con lei, anche perché, come aveva detto in precedenza, non sapevo dov’era il cinema, e... temevo di perdermi. 


Dora Does Dinner



A food documentary in the style of the Loving Wives forum.

This story is satire. No endangered species were consumed in its production. It has no redeeming social value whatsoever apart from sending up the unconventional lifestyles of Loving Wives. If that is not your cup of tea then please read something else: Shakespeare, the news or even The Naked Chef (!) ...

Thanks to titianapeaks for editing and to gloriagoodfellow for her superb contributions.

*

Looking back, I think in amazement of the early days when I was married. I met Dora just before she completed her course at a catering school. She took me home to taste her delicious home-baked buns. I suppose it was a matter of love at first bite: I can still remember how my mouth drooled at the fresh yeasty smell, how the fresh bread yielded to my squeezing fingers, and how I closed my eyes in pleasures as I inserted the bun into my hungry mouth.

It seemed that every time we were together, Dora offered me some new delight. Once she made me the naughtiest, kinkiest, sweetest chocolate cake, and I could not help thinking how well the dark brown of the cocoa contrasted against the exquisite white form of her bone china tea set. 

I bought Dora a special outfit; whenever she was inspired to make a special treat she would look at me with her kitchen eyes and ask whether I felt up for a little fun. Just the sight of her as she appeared in the dining room in her white chef's uniform complete with chef's hat and Chez Dora buttons was enough to make me drool, whether she was carrying a tray with devilled egg or a diet milkshake.

There were definitely limits to what Dora was willing to try. She strongly believed in being true to the local cooking traditions. She would not even look at a recipe that was not local. I tried to get her interested in more exotic foods, like pork bangers, wieners and Italian Kisses but she always refused. She said they came from a dirty imagination, and that her mother had warned her against foreign concoctions. But I was insistent, and tried every trick in the book to convince her. I presented logical arguments; I took her to Italian restaurants. Once I even played the soundtrack of a Japanese tea ceremony to her while she slept. All of this was unsuccessful, she stubbornly insisted on potatoes and beef for supper. 

I finally resorted to downloading recipes and food pictures off the Internet. I had to do this furtively because Dora had warned me not to go to sick foreign food sites. Once she nearly caught me, but fortunately I was able to convince her that I had only been reading a sexy story from Literotica.

I was disappointed that Dora was not interested in meeting my culinary fantasies, but I thought that with time she might become more broad-minded. 

Alas, this was not the case. Instead of her cooking improving, it became even more boring. Dora grew tired of cooking me a meal every night, Without either of us noticing, our home-cooked meals became further and further apart, until Dora was only cooking once a week.

After fifteen years of marriage I finally plucked up the courage one day. "My sweet, remember the food you used to make when we got married?" I said. "I couldn't wait to come home knowing that supper was waiting. All the way I had visions of your beautiful plates covered in delectable dishes such as luscious chicken thighs, scrumptious turkey breasts or mouth-watering cherry tart. Why can't we have that again?"

Dora looked at me blankly, so I decided to change tack. "Let's go on a decadent holiday where we will have food orgies all day long. It will be our little secret. None of the neighbors need to know."

Dora was skeptical at first, but I think that deep down she also had fantasies such as having more than one course in an evening. Eventually she agreed, thinking that after the holiday we would come home and live in our boring old way. I let her believe what she wanted because I was sure that her experiences would open her up to crave new recipes and foods.

Dora thought that we were going to Allentown, but I wanted something a little more out of the ordinary. Was she surprised when we took the flight to Jamaica instead!

On the plane she hugged me and said, "I never dreamed of a Caribbean holiday. But I am a little worried about the food there. I have heard that they use the strongest, hottest spices and I am not sure I am ready for that."

"Don't worry, honey," I said reassuringly, "I will be there to protect you with lots of glasses of water."

"I'm so glad," she said as she nestled closer to me.

All through the flight I made Dora's mouth water with descriptions I had downloaded from the Internet. Somehow, by the end of it, I had her drooling for jerk cooked chicken, gasping for callalloo and begging for Pelau. The dishes were disguised under less threatening names such as "chopped barbecue," "vegetable soup" and "spicy chicken." Her biggest difficulty was in accepting that anything resembling pea soup might be edible, but for the rest it was plain sailing. She insisted that she would never try strange food, but that it made for a nice fantasy.

When we finally arrived in Kingston, Jamaica it was late afternoon. We were felling a bit tired, but I thought that it was time to test how far my wife would go. I suggested we have a passion fruit drink at the lounge before going to the hotel.

"Hold it!" she asked anxiously. "Isn't that some fancy foreign thing?"

I confessed that people from other cultures had been known to enjoy it. "But honey," I protested, "I noticed that your friends, the Johnsons, bought a bottle. I saw it in their trash."

"I would never have thought that they were into that," Dora said with a smirk, but I ordered two glasses anyway. When it arrived she watched me carefully, possibly to make sure that I was serious in trying out the new drink.

She daintily sipped it. Her eyes stretched in amazement. "So good," she gasped, before gulping down the rest as fast as she could. I watched her throat bob up and down as she tried to take as much of the drink as she could. It was at that moment I knew that my wife's inhibitions about food would soon be broken forever.

It was nightfall when we checked in at the hotel. Dora and I went to our suite. While she showered, I ordered supper from the extensive room service menu.

When Dora came out of the shower, I was ready for her. I kissed her and said that we were going to continue our fantasy. She quivered with excitement.

"Honey," I said gently, "I have ordered supper. It will be arriving any moment. I thought it would be appetizing if we could pretend it was something exotic and different. Here, let me put this blindfold onto you."

"But how will I eat?" she asked nervously.

"I will feed you, my cherry pie," I said smoothly, leading her to the table.

I deviously explained that it would help her imagination if she had not seen the meal. She sat down and I placed the blindfold over her eyes.

Just at that moment there was a knock at the door. It was room service.

"Come in," I called.

The man who delivered the food nearly fell on his back when he saw Dora sitting at the table blindfolded. "No, no, no, no," he remonstrated, "It is illegal to have prisoners in the hotel. This is a reputable establishment, and for this we might lose our license. You must take your prisoner somewhere else."

Dora quietly told him that I was surprising her with a new and unusual type of food. 

He looked at the food on the tray and then looked at us as if we were crazy. I don't think he realizes that Goat Water Stew is not an everyday recipe outside the islands. "I will call the police," he said gruffly, moving towards the phone.

I had to do something quickly or our entire evening would be spoilt. "It's only a kinky sex game," I explained carefully. "It's called Fantasy."

The man laughed, pleased that he understood. "Oh, now I understand. You do something sneaky with the dumplings."

I nodded.

The man gave me a high five. "This is such a good idea. We have many customers who do this. I can lend you some handcuffs too." 

"Really?" I asked, wondering how Dora would be able to eat that.

He put the tray with the food on the table. "Can I watch?" he asked, seeing that I was being very friendly. I could see that he was wondering whether he could convince me to let him could join in.

"No thanks," I said, giving him a generous tip, "and you need not bring the handcuffs." I whispered into his ear, "I have other ways of keeping the woman under control."

He nodded his head fiercely, and laughed out loud. "Very kinky, very kinky," he bubbled as I led him out.

"Don't worry, Sugar plum," I said simply, "This is only meat in a tomato paste."

"Are you sure this isn't some funny foreign recipe?" Dora asked anxiously.

"I promise you that you will enjoy it," I answered suavely, "Now eat all your supper and then you can have your dessert."

I slowly brought the first bite to her mouth. As it touched her lips she deliberately opened her mouth a little wider, and then gave a small exploratory bite. With the first taste, her body went limp with amazement and delight. After a moment she started chewing, and I knew I had won. For the rest of the evening she was insatiable. She gobbled her first helping so quickly I thought she might choke. Then she licked her lips and asked for more. When the food was finished, she took the spoon and sensuously licked it from one end to other, as if it were a Popsicle. She loved the stew. I even had to phone room service for more. Eventually she finished four large helpings. She would have had more, but in the end she absolutely exhausted me, and I wouldn't have been able to lift another spoonful even if my life depended on it.

That was the start of our second honeymoon.

Do you want to know more? If enough people request, I will be happy to write more delectable titbits of extraordinary uses for a carrot. I could give a steaming narrative of a Saturday spent in the kitchen. Maybe you would prefer instructions on how to beat hard meat into something softer and juicier. 

All this and more cumming up in Episode 2 of Dora Does Dinner! (Note to self: take beginner cooking lessons this week.)



DORA - My First Wife



The names have been changed - you know the reasons!...

*****

I'm smoking a cigarette and having a coffee with an old friend of mine - in spite of the fact that we do go at the same place of work, since it's huge, there are even months when we just don't have the chance to see each other...

We know each other since we were teenagers, so we don't need to talk too much...

He's got a new girlfriend who seems to be fit for his philosophy of having a woman as a partner for life...

In fact, this is the reason he's been looking for me - he wants me to meet her and give him my opinion...

As if I'm an expert, or something...

We smoke, drink coffee and arrange to meet in the evening.

Then, surprise! Here she comes - she takes off her dust proof helmet - she works in a dust free environment, shakes her long blond hair and, after digging for a cigarette, she asks my friend for a light.

While lighting her cigarette, her eyes are all over me - she senses that I'm also ogling at her, and starts smiling...

She walks away - there is, a little bit farther, a group of ladies...

She's waving her tail, then, looks at me again, gives me a smile from the corner of her mouth, and continues her journey towards the ladies group...

Fuck! This means sex!

In less than five minutes I find out that she's one of the best, that she's just finished, successfully, a difficult project, that she's a serious woman, in her work, and that she's not married, nor engaged...

I won't be that crazy to approach her while she's together with that group of women - I know how they would react and ruin everything, especially since, with one of them, some long time ago, I've exchanged some fluids, if you know what I mean...

My friend makes a very discreet sign and Dora approaches - she looks at me as if I'm a reptile, a cockroach, or something...

I'm sure that she's already been informed about my "reputation"...

She clearly shows me that she wouldn't buy me a ticket to cross the street...

Still, I take my chances, hoping that, if she refuses, my friend will insist:

First I introduce myself and let her know that I already know her name from our friend and coworker...

"Well, Dora, since you've been so busy these days, I'm almost sure that you need to relax tonight - I'll take you from the University Place at seven and bring you to our friend's house - you'll be my partner, if, of course, you don't mind!"...

She looks at the wall and answers:

"I may be late - ten minutes tops! If you don't see me, just vanish!"...

"Whaw!! Do I need to understand that you're being a bad girl?!? No! You're not! You're a sweet baby and I'm gonna prove to you that you are made of honey and milk! You're not the bitter witch that you show me now!!"...

She goes back to her ladies group, turning her head and whispering: "Seven!"...

I'm a fucker - I'm used to meet women daily! Still! This woman gives me the thrills!

Something tells me that she's different...

I arrive at The University Place five minutes early, I'm always on time, no matter who I meet - she's already there!

We take a bus and go to our friend...

His woman is nothing that should make a man look after - honestly, I don't understand him, but now, after so many years, I know that they're still married, with four kids, adults by now...

At nine o'clock I take Dora and we go at my place.

She doesn't say a word - I'm sure that she knows that I'm gonna fuck her brainless, and/or she's gonna fuck me brainless - there is a certain tension in the air...

We enter my apartment, switch on the lights, I turn towards her and embrace her...

She melts in a deep kiss - we're both born under the sign of the Scorpio...

I love the way she touches my skin with her lips. I love the way she licks my tongue, my neck...

She sits on the arm chair, grabbing me by my hand, then starts to unbuckle my belt. I help her with the rest, so that she drags down my trousers and underwear...

Putting my dick in her mouth goes natural - no restraints, no nothing!

She just enjoys it and she shows it! No acting, no false remorses - just a good face fuck with a good dick!

After a few minutes, I stop her for a moment, to take off my trousers and underwear from my ankles, then hold her hand and show her to bed.

Her robe is up and my fingers are already caressing her clit, while she keeps on working her lips and tongue on my dick - she's already trembling...

The orgasmic convulsions come after less than three minutes!

She opens her eyes, looks at me, then toward the ceiling: "Gosh! I need you!"

She gets undressed in less than twenty seconds, pushes me on the bed and starts kissing me, while massaging my balls...

Then she just turns on her back, legs in the air - "Take me! Make me yours!"...

Gosh! She's the perfect fit!

In less than five minutes I ejaculate on her belly - I was so excited, that practically I didn't have time to take it out of her cunt and stick it in her mouth...

She reaches a napkin and cleanses her belly and boobs: "Well, but I know that you've given me a really huge shot!"... She collapses on my dick - she worships it! She licks it clean, then starts flicking my balls with the tip of her tongue...

I'm game - she's my perfect match!

I hold her by her shoulders: "Honey, I know what a worthless bitch you are, but... will you marry me?"...

She suddenly starts crying, with real tears: "God! What a good man you can be! You surely deserve a much better cunt than I am!"...

We embrace each other and stay like that like forever...

Then, we go to the bathroom, take a shower, then we start making love for real - I kiss every milimeter of her face, her neck her chest, her belly, I even give her a kiss where I NEVER do - her labia, then I continue with her inner thighs. She's trembling with desire and my dick is leaking precum as if I haven't been fucking for a century.

Suddenly, she jumps and, playfully, makes me lay on my back - she comes above and my dick enters her cunt naturally, with no help from either of us.

She takes it all, then starts moving her belly muscles, making my dick jump in pulses.

Her clit is pressing my pubes - I press from below and move a little my pubic bones, so that I help her rub her clit. She clenches my arms and starts shivering. She's done.

I grab her tits and massage them. She starts trembling again, closes her eyes, then asks: "Can you still hold on for a while?"

"You're so sweet! Really! I don't know, but I'll try"

I make her lay on her back and take the soles of her feet and let them press on my chest, then I start bending some more, helping her to open for me completely - her cunt spasms, my dick spasms, it's ecstatic!

The friction between our pelvic bones is almost hurting us, but she pushes, I push and she's wet.

She tells me: "Take a napkin and put it under me, otherwise we'll ruin your sheets"

I start smiling and tell her: "Why? We're not married yet! You won't need to do the laundry this time!"

She laughs a little then cries: "Now pump me! Take me hard! Don't worry! It won't hurt me! Just do it! As hard as you can!"

Five minutes ago I was almost there, preparing myself to jump at her mouth - now, I don't know what gets into me, but I don't feel like cumming at all! So, I pump! I pump real hard!

After more than thirty minutes we're still at it! I'm full of perspiration that's already dripping on her body.

She suddenly stops, pushes me out, then turns on her fours: "Now, keep on doing what you've been doing!"

I start playing games: "What was I doing?!?"

At first, she doesn't get the idea: "What?"

I insist: "Now you tell me what you want"

She turns her head towards me: "I want you to fuck me brainless! Give me that dick of yours! Treat me like the slut that I am! Common! Fuck me! Pleeeeeeease!"

I grab her by her ass cheeks, making them go apart, aim, and... there it is!

I push, she pushes back - she needs it really rough! Every time I push I can feel my balls hitting her clit - my balls are already wet with her juices and we make some noises that even the music isn't able to cover. There she is, again!

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss! That's it! This is it! But don't stop! Don't stop!"

Her whole body is trembling, but I still hold her by her ass cheeks and pump.

As I'm knelt on the bed, honestly, I'm not really sure that if I let her ass cheeks go, I can keep my balance...

Suddenly, I have an idea - I let go her right ass cheek, put my thumb into my mouth, make it wet, then I start caressing the entrance of her ass - she jumps forward almost lying on her belly: "No! Not that! Never!"

"Surprised, with my dick in the air, I just say: "All right! I've got the message! But you didn't need to jump like that! Really! You could just tell! And, anyway, I was only intending to massage the entrance - nothing else!"...

"Maybe some other time, but not now."

Then she just pushes back her ass towards my dick, until her cunt is fully filled, again, with my dick: "Now you will have to hurry! I'm already late at home!"

This is a real surprise, since I've sincerely thought that we shall spend the night together. But, so be it!

She puts her hand between her legs and reaches my balls, caressing them, scratching them, massaging them: "Please give me that sperm of yours! And this time take care and let me drink it! I'm so thirsty for your cum!"

Honestly, I don't need another encouragement - I continue pushing gently three or four times, until I feel it coming: "Now Dora, I'm close! Real close!"

She jumps on her belly, crawls around and makes me lay on a side, then she seals her lips on my dick, with one hand grabbing firmly my ass cheek, while with the other, continuing to caress my balls...

She wasn't lying to me - she drinks it all - no drops.

Then she gently pushes me on my back and starts licking my balls and under my balls, ass hole included...

"Weren't you saying that you were late at home?!? Keep on doing what you're doing and you may have a surprise!"...

"Gosh! So quickly?!? I'm almost curious to try!"... She giggles.

Anyway, she stops and grabs my flaccid dick and hits with it my belly: "God! What a beautiful piece of meat you've got there!"

Then she raises, grabs me by my hand: "Let's go and take a very, very quick shower - I believe we smell like sex from a hundred meters! I don't want to make the taxi driver crazy!"...

We take the shower, then we get dressed, keeping the distance - my dick is, again, semi erect - I don't know what it is, but there is a certain magnetism between us...

"Now, Dora, since you're already late, I believe another ten minutes won't hurt that much - let's smoke a cigarette and you should take a sip of whiskey - in fact you are coming home late from a party!"...

"Look, tomorrow, at about ten in the morning, I can be back here - I'm supposed to go downtown with a cousin of mine, but, in fact, I'm just covering for her - she goes to see her boyfriend"...

"Very interesting family you've got! Or, how old is your cousin? Fifteen?"

"Our parents are very strict - I won't discuss that now" She lits off her cigarette, finishes her drink with a gulp, then out we are, looking for a taxi.

I go at the taxi driver, give him her address, look somewhat insistingly at his license plate, then wish them a safe journey.

I'll let you know, by now, that after three months we were already husband and wife...

This story will be split in two distinctive parts, since it describes some moments before marriage, and some during divorce.

Anyway, best is if you first read "DORA - My First Wife".

It's ten minutes past ten in the morning, and, I have to confess, I am nervous and my eyes are glued on the wall clock...

The door bell rings - finally!

Dora enters, without even saying hello.

She starts taking off her shoes, overcoat, robe, bra and panties: "Please fix the clock to ring at 14:00 hours, since I need to meet my cousin at three and I don't want her to have to wait for me"...

I grab the alarm clock and do what I've been asked.

Then, in a very natural way, I take off my pajamas.

"Now, sweet girl of mine, what would you like to have? Wine, whiskey, or cognac?"

"I'd rather prefer some beer, if possible"...

"Sorry, no beer available".

"Then, let it be wine"...

I bring a bottle of red wine, Cabernet Sauvignon, open it, and pour into the glasses.

Then I go and bring a bowl with some crackers.

We sip some wine, listening to some music - I can clearly see that Dora has something on her mind...

Finally, she decides, and asks: "May I ask you something?"

I look deep into her eyes, and answer: "Yes"

She giggles a little, then, making a serious face: "Do you tell all the girls that you want to marry them?"

I continue looking into her eyes, then, with a very serious face and voice, tell her: "Dear, what if I tell you that you are the first person in my life that has ever heard these words coming out of my mouth?"

She is shocked, astonished: "Then... did you really mean it?!?"

"Honey, you don't know me, but... I'm not the kind of guy to say things I don't mean for real! And, by the way, the offer is still valid!"...

She starts laughing, for a few seconds, then I can see tears pouring from her eyes...

I stand from the arm chair, with my dick fully erect - I approach her, I bend, caress her hair, and kiss her full lips, then I straighten and let her engulf my dick.

She's somewhat bewildered, but takes it in her mouth and starts doing her dues with it...

I let her suck it for a minute or two, then I withdraw, take her by her hand and lay her on my bed.

I start kissing her forehead, her nose, her eyes, her cheeks, her lips, her neck, her ears, stick my tongue deep inside her ears, then go down to her erect nipples...

Her skin is like velvet - I cannot stop myself from licking and biting her skin - I reach her belly button and lick deep inside, then go down.

Her bush isn't trimmed, but her pubes don't bother the passion in my brain...

I reach at her clit - this is really new for me, since I have never been there with my mouth, with no other woman!

I start flicking her clit with my tongue, then start kissing it as if I was, somehow, kissing her mouth.

The taste is not bad, as I've been afraid of, and also, the smell doesn't make me feel bad as I've expected...

This encourages me, so that I go towards her vagina, and start sticking my tongue inside it - honestly, I don't feel any pleasure, but I'm exploring a brand new thing for me...

She's grabbing my hair, pulling me down there, between her legs, breathing in a rush.

I start caressing her ass cheeks with my hands, while desperately digging with my tongue between her inner labia, from time to time, licking her clit...

Suddenly, she grabs my hair pulling me up: "Stop! I don't want to get used to that!"

Then she starts kissing me, enthusiastically, while her body moves so that my dick enters her cunt.

I can feel her vaginal muscles milking me, so that I just stay still, with my dick filling her pussy...

We kiss and stay connected like this for more than half an hour - honestly, I feel that I could stay like that forever!...

Then she pushes my shoulder and makes me turn on my back.

Now, she's above, in the cow girl position, with my dick deep inside her - she continues milking me, while gently rubbing her clit on my pelvic bone...

She's shivering, her legs are trembling, while I can feel her orgasmic fluids covering my dick - I realize that my balls are already covered with her juices.

I reach her ass hole with my hand and gently rub her with a finger - this triggers her to start bouncing forward and backwards, left and right, letting my dick feel her cervix, caressing it...

She's a fountain of juices - she has already had lots of orgasms, and she's also full of perspiration - her long blond hair is already wet, almost as if she's had a shower - she doesn't stop, just keeps on fucking me.

She doesn't say a word - no moaning, no nothing, just her breath that, when she orgasms, gets crazily rapid or stops...

I can feel that she's tired, but I also cannot stop admiring her enthusiasm...

Finally, after about two hours, I grab her by her ass cheeks and make her stop: "Dora, let me tell you a secret - if I lay on my back, it's almost impossible for me to reach ejaculation - so, please let me take you by your beautiful legs and get myself above you"...

Her legs fit on my shoulders as if they were born to be there.

Her vagina is practically sucking my dick in - I'm already on the verge of cumming, so I tell her: "Dora, I'm ready to cum, and I still want you to be my wife, but, honestly, I'd rather have one or two years only for us, before the brats will ruin our program"...

She looks deeply in my eyes, then giggles: "Come, daddy, let me suck you dry! We are young enough to wait for another moment for making babies!"...

I raise, straddle her chest, and she grabs my dick, aiming it's tip towards her mouth.

Then she just grabs my ass cheeks, forcing me to go far inside her mouth - it's over, I'm finished!

I can see her swallowing my cum, with eyes closed, and with lots of determination...

Then she lets me out, and grabs me stronger by the ass cheeks, making me bring my balls closer to her mouth - she starts licking me there, and on the area between the balls and ass.

She insists, so that in about five minutes my dick is ready for action - again!

She puts her hands on my belly and pushes me.

She raises and gets on her fours, waving her ass towards me. I'm not intending to wait for further invitation, so that I just grab her ass cheeks and make them part, giving me a full view of her inviting wet cunt - I'm there in a split of a second.

I push, she pushes back. God! How good it can be! I start pumping like there is no tomorrow!

It's great! She responds to each of my pushes with a push from her side! I can always feel her cervix being crushed by the head of my dick, and, from the way she acts, it's clear that she loves it!...

I let my both hands grab her hair and I pull - she starts yelling: "Fuck! Yes! Hit me there! Hit me! Pull me! Fuck me! Give it to me! Do it to me! Do me! God! God! God!" and she orgasms, flooding and covering my dick with her juices.

She keeps on yelling: "Come! Cum! Cum! Make me yours! I'm yours! I'm just a piece of meat! I'm your meat! I'm nothing else but your object of pleasure! Keep me for you, and only you! Do it to me! Do me good! God! God! God!"... She's having another orgasm, before the previous to be completely finished.

I cannot stand it anymore, so that I just pull my dick out, letting my jizz spray her back and ass cheeks...

After we calm down a little, she lets herself fall on her belly, and, giggling a little, tells me: "Gosh, if we really get married and keep on doing this, I'll probably be dead in less than five years!"...

I start laughing: "Honey, as far as I know, it's not the women who die, but the men!"...

We both laugh for a minute, then I grab a napkin, wipe away the sperm from her back and ass, then we start kissing.

"Now, my young, beautiful and slutty wife, will you please pour some more wine? Honestly I feel lazy and don't have the power to go and take a shower, as, in fact, we should"...

She giggles: "Let us be dirty for a while!"...

...

So, seven or eight months after this, we're already divorcing...

The reasons have nothing to do with sex, and furthermore, things are too personal to be mentioned here...

...

It's Sunday morning, six o'clock, when the telephone bell starts ringing.

I wake up, a little bit confused, and grab the handle of the phone: "Yes!"

At the other side of the line I can only hear the breath of someone I know: "Sorry, I know it's shamefully early, but... are you alone?"




DORA - My First Wife



It's Dora - on Friday we've been in front of the judges, with lawyers, witnesses and stuff...

Things got a little bit ugly, but not because of either of us - the lawyers have made them ugly, but, since they were doing their jobs, I assume that this has had to be happening...

"Well, hi! And... yes, I'm alone."

"Hmmmmmm... and... don't you feel lonely?"

"Dora, you know very well that I always miss you, if this is what you are trying to ask me"...

I can clearly sense that she's started to cry.

"Dora, please stop! You know that you are too clever, and too proud, and too grown up to behave like this!"...

"Yeah! I know, but... I can't help it! Look I want you to meet me downtown soonest possible and take me to some place and fuck me! I need you as if I miss an internal organ! Please! Otherwise I shall go crazy!"...

"Why don't you come directly here, at my place?!?"

"No! Nooooo! What if I get to see a neighbor?"

"So what?!? Fuck them! What's your problem?!?"

"Noooooooo! They know that we are getting divorced! I cannot stand the shame! I know I'm a whore, but I don't want them to see it!"...

"Dora, you are not a whore, you are just a woman - why the heck do you care?!?"

"No! Please! Let's go to some other place - I simply won't come at your place and, if I don't get you to fuck me soonest possible, I might do some crazy thing...

Further more, I need to confess something to you"...

"All right then - in thirty minutes I can be at The University Place - can you make it?"

She sighs: "I'll try... But, please, if I'm late, no matter how late, wait for me! Please!"...

She's still crying while we end the call.

I dial a good friend's number - he answers.

"Hi, I know it's quite early in the morning of a beautiful Sunday - still, will you please get dressed and out of your apartment in, let's say, about an hour, so that you won't have to see me and Dora coming inside?"

My friend is clearly tormented - he's been one of the witnesses at the divorce trial - he coughs a little then says: "Look! If now, after all the crap made by the lawyers you have started to have second thoughts, I'll just stay home, prepare a wet whip and beat the hell out of both of you! Are you crazy, or... are you still kids that need to grow up?!?"

I start laughing - he's a very good friend - "No, but Dora just needs some dick and it seems that mine is her real wish - still, she's too shy to come at my place"...

There are a few moments of silence, then he says to me: "Look, I'll be gone all day at my fiancee's parents at the countryside - then, on Monday, I shall go directly at work, so that you can have my house for Dora and you all day and all night"...

"Good! Thanks!"

"Wait! I haven't finished!... Please tell Dora that I really am sorry and... that you both are stupid!"...

What can I tell? He's not in my boots, so that he cannot really understand...

We end the call, then I go to take a shower - I keep on asking myself what the hell of a confession has Dora to make to me...

We meet downtown - Dora isn't late as she's suspected. I can clearly see that she's been crying...

I take her in my arms and we stay embraced like that for a few minutes...

"Take me, I don't want these people to look at us"... She's crying again...

My heart is broken - I've never been sensible at women's tears, but this is Dora - and I still love her dearly...

We take a taxi and go at my friend's place.

He's still at home, together with his fiancee.

I say: "Oh, sorry! It seems that we've arrived too early"...

"No worries! We've been waiting for you - we have to talk"...

God! That's exactly what I've been missing! But, as things look, we're trapped...

Dora takes the initiative: "Look! I have nothing against your attitude in court - that's exactly how you should have acted! Now, please, just consider that Ovid has come with a whore that he cannot take home - if you can, all right - if not, we'll just say thank you and good bye"...

She grabs my hand, getting ready to leave.

Ron makes a long face, bewildered: "But... I've thought that Ovid was the one who didn't want this marriage to continue anymore! Not you!"...

"No, Ron, our marriage is over, and, anyway, it's been a mistake!... Just take the things as they are, if you can"...

Ron grabs his overcoat, then the little luggage, and, together with his fiancee, they just leave.

Entering the living room, we can see two bottles of my favorite wine on the table, and four glasses, plus some crackers...

It's clear for us that Ron has had thought that things will go a "slightly" different direction...

I just take the cork screw, open a bottle, pour us some wine, and sit.

We sip from the wine, then I take the initiative: "Now, Dora, you've said that you have something to tell me - a confession, or something - what is it?"

Dora makes a serious face, and says: "Don't ask me now, I shall tell, or better said, show you later"...

"Why the heck such a secrecy?!?"...

"Just because! Don't ask!... Drink your wine and let's get going to the bedroom!"...

We smoke two cigarettes each, without exchanging any words, then we just raise and go into the bedroom.

Dora turns towards me, embraces me, and starts kissing my neck - she already knows the right spots and my dick practically jumps...

We start taking off our clothes, then, completely naked, we embrace again.

My dick is pushing her belly - she approaches, making our bellies bond together - my precum makes the feeling just gorgeous - she keeps on rubbing her belly on my dick - the feeling is fantastic - from time to time, my dick enters the hole of her belly button - every time it happens, she starts humming, making me feel her vibrating...

Meanwhile we keep on kissing, our tongues dancing like there is no tomorrow...

I come close to cumming, and Dora knows it - she just leaves me, and goes to the bed, sitting on her fours: "Come, baby, do me!"

I step behind her, stick my dick into her beautiful cunt, and go deep, as deep as I can.

Gosh! She's wonderfully wet and sooooo good!

"Dora, I'm almost there! Sorry, but this time I cannot make you cum"...

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yes! You can! Let me show you!"...

And she grabs my dick, taking it out from her cunt and... inserting it into her anus!!

Honestly, I cannot believe it! I've been with this woman for more than nine months, and she's never let my fucking dick close to her backdoor!...

I'm bewildered, I'm appalled! I am shocked!

I don't move, so that Dora starts pushing back - it's clear that she's used to fuck a dick with her ass!!

"Now, don't just stay! Fuck me! No mercy! Rip me! I truly deserve it!"...

My dick is already very deep inside her ass hole...

My mind explodes! If she hasn't showed me that she likes this, then what ELSE hasn't she told me?!?

I grab her by her hair, and pull real hard, while I push my dick balls deep inside her ass...

"Yessssssssssssssssss! That's it! Dig it in! Dig it! Don't stop! Have no mercy! I deserve it! Rip me if you can! I'm a traitor! A stupid fucking bitch! I'm a slut! Take me now! I won't let you do me another time! Just fuck my fucking ass! I need it!"...

I don't need to push more than two times when Dora falls on her elbows, shaking from all the parts of her body - she-s having a huge orgasm, like I've rarely made her have one, while fucking her vagina...

In spite of my anger, shock, surprise, I feel that I cannot hold it no more. Dora senses it, and starts yelling: "Yes! My love! Give it to me! Give it all! Give it good! Fill my ass with your sweet jizz!

Keep your fucking dick deep! As deep as you can! Now! Now! Yes! Yes! Yessssssssss!

She's trembling again - another huge orgasm goes through her entire body!

My dick, emptying the sperm, is still there, deep inside, and I keep on pressing - I can feel my pulsations - it's marvelous - the feeling, but... I'm still shocked...

"Don't withdraw it! Let it stay there till it goes out by itself!"...

We stay like that for about ten minutes - my stubborn dick refuses to deflate...

Dora turns her head towards me: "I know what I've asked you, but now I need you to wash, so that I can suck that fucking beautiful dick of yours"...

We go at the bathroom, take a shower, then back in the living - I pour some wine into our glasses...

"Dora, as I've told you, you are the only woman to whom I've licked her cunt... How come you didn't tell me that you like to have your ass fucked?!?"...

"You cannot understand - the first time we've made love, I would have let you fuck it, no worries, but... you've made a huge mistake... You've asked me to marry you!... So, I didn't want you to think about me as if I were a whore"...

She raises from the couch, takes me by the hand, and drags me to the bedroom...

We fuck, but, honestly, I feel no pleasure, I just feel betrayed...

When I'm close, I just take my dick from her cunt and stick it deep up her ass...

She gives me another two orgasms, then I just ejaculate - I know that this is the last time I ejaculate due to Dora - she's already history...

Now, after almost thirty years, I look back, with a smile in the corner of my mouth - I was having all this, with torment, desperation, disappointments,and all stuff, while my real love was living two streets away from my apartment - after we've met, we've stayed as boyfriend/girlfriend for three years!

Now, we are officially married and in December we'll celebrate twenty five years of marriage!



DORA – Prima mea sotie (I)



Intamplarile descrise fiind adevarate, numele si locatiile s-ar putea sa fi fost schimbate.

Fumez si beau cafea, pe un hol, in picioare, impreuna cu un bun prieten -- in ciuda faptului ca lucram in aceeasi institutie, pot, uneori, sa treaca si luni pana sa se intample sa ne intalnim.

Ne stim inca din adolescenta, asa ca nu prea facem noi mare conversatie...

Tipul are o prietena noua, care pare potrivita filozofiei lui de viata si stilului lui.

De fapt, ea este motivul pentru care m-a sunat -- vrea sa trec pe la el diseara, s-o cunosc si eu pe fata, ca sa-mi pot da cu parerea...

Parca as fi vreun expert...

Eu le fut, nu le iau de neveste.

In fine, bem, fumam si aranjam la ce ora sa fiu la el acasa.

Deodata, iat-o! Isi scoate casca antipraf, lasandu-si liber parul lung si blond, scuturandu-l ca sa-si revina, deschide fermoarul salopetei si scoate o tigara, rugandu-l pe prietenul meu sa-i dea un foc.

In timp ce-si aprinde tigara, ochii ii sunt atintiti asupra mea -- se prinde ca si eu ma holbez la ea, asa ca zambeste...

Se indeparteaza, catre grupul de femei din apropiere...

Isi misca fundul unduindu-se ca o pisica, dand din coada, intoarce privirea din nou, aruncandu-mi un zambet din coltul gurii, continuandu-si drumul catre fete...

Hopa! E rost de futai aici!

In mai putin de cinci minute, sunt informat ca este una dintre cele mai bune, profesional, ca tocmai a terminat, cu succes, un program la care a muncit enorm, ca nu e maritata si nici nu are prieten...

N-am de gand sa ma apropii de grupul de gagici -- stiu care le-ar fi reactia, stricand totul, mai ales ca, odata candva, cu una dintre ele am facut ceva schimburi de fluide -- presupun ca stiti la ce ma refer...

Prietenul meu ii face un semn discret si Dora se apropie din nou, de data asta insa, uitandu-se la mine de parca as fi o reptila, un gandac, sau ceva scarbos, oricum...

Mi-e limpede ca a fost deja informata despre "reputatia" mea...

Se straduieste sa-mi arate ca n-ar avea incredere in mine nici s-o trec strada...

Totusi, hotarasc sa incerc, mai ales cu speranta ca, in caz de refuz, va interveni si prietenul meu ca sa ma sustina.

Mai intai ma prezint, spunandu-i ca deja stiu cum o cheama de la prietenul meu.

- Acuma, Dora, cum am aflat ca ai muncit de te-ai rupt in ultimul timp, inteleg ca ar cam fi cazul sa te relaxezi in seara asta -- propun sa ne vedem la universitate la sapte seara si de acolo mergem, impreuna, acasa la prietenul meu. N-o sa fii printre straini!...

Imi evita privirea, admirand peretele:

- S-ar putea sa intarzii vreo zece minute, nu mai mult. Daca n-am aparut, poti sa dispari linistit.

- Hopa! Iar eu, acuma, trebuie sa inteleg ca esti o rea si o nasoala! Nu, fetito! Las' ca o sa-ti dovedesc eu ca esti o dulceata, numai lapte si miere, chiar daca acum te straduiesti sa-mi demonstrezi ca esti vrajitoarea cea rea!

Pleaca inapoi spre grupul fetelor, intorcand capul pe la jumatatea traseului si doar mimand, din buze, SAPTE...

Sunt un futangiu, recunosc, sunt obisnuit sa ma intalnesc zilnic cu tot felul de femei, dar fata asta, nu stiu de ce, ma face sa simt niste fiori pe sira spinarii.

Ceva imi spune ca e diferita...

Ajung la Piata universitatii cu cinci minute mai devreme. Ca de obicei, sunt foarte punctual, indiferent cu cine trebuie sa ma intalnesc. Este, pur si simplu, unul dintre principiile mele...

Dora ma asteapta deja, asa ca luam un autobuz si ne indreptam catre casa prietenului comun...

Aceasta noua prietena a lui, din punctul meu de vedere, este cam incolora, inodora si insipida, insa acum, dupa atatea decenii, pot sa va spun ca s-au casatorit, ca au facut patru copii, care de acum sunt adulti, la randul lor...

Pe la noua seara, o iau pe Dora si o conduc la mine acasa.

De cand am plecat de la prietenul nostru, unde a avut o cu totul alta atitudine decat cea de la servici, nu scoate un cuvant -- stie ca o s-o iau la pula de o s-o rup, sau o sa ma rupa ea pe mine -- oricum, aerul este incarcat de o energie ciudata...

Intram in apartament, aprind luminile, apoi ma intorc spre Dora si fac ceea ce mi-am dorit inca din prima clipa cand am vazut-o. O imbratisez si o sarut.

Se topeste in bratele mele... Ne sarutam ca nebunii... In fond, amandoi suntem scorpioni...

Doamne! Ma inebuneste cand imi atinge pielea cu buzele! Cand ni se incruciseaza limbile, intr-un duel salbatic si sublim in acelasi timp, iar cand ma linge pe gat, mai am putin si ejaculez, asa imbracat cum inca sunt...

Ma ia de mana, se aseaza pe un fotoliu, apoi imi descheie cureaua de la pantaloni.

O ajut si eu cu restul, pana reuseste sa mi-i traga in jos, pana la glezne, impreuna cu chilotii.

Imi ia pula in gura cu o naturalete si o siguranta de parca ne-am cunoaste de o suta de ani...

Ii place si stie ce face si ma lasa sa vad acest lucru, fara vreo urma de falsa pudoare...

Dupa cateva minute, o opresc si-mi scot pantalonii si pantofii, apoi o ridic si o trag spre pat.

Ii bag mana pe sub rochie, cotrobai pe sub ciorapi si chiloti pana ajung sa-i iau la tranta lindicul, timp in care continua sa fie preocupata de pula mea, lingand-o si sugand-o...

O simt cum incepe sa tremure -- gata, si-a dat drumul.

Culmea! Inaintea mea!

E inebunita de placere!

Deschide ochii, imi lasa pula din gura, se uita la mine, apoi la tavan:

- Doamne! Te vreau!

Se dezbraca in mai putin de douazeci de secunde, timp in care reusesc si eu sa scap de toate hantele de pe mine, apoi ma impinge in pat, sarutandu-ma si masandu-ma pe coaie...

Brusc, se intinde pe spate si-si ridica picioarele.

- Hai, ia-ma!

Ne potrivim exceptional de bine!

In mai putin de cinci minute, o stropesc pe burtica.

Am fost atat de prins de placere, incat nu m-am simtit in stare s-o scot doar un pic mai devreme, ca sa i-o dau in gura...

Ia servetul pe care il intind ca sa se stearga pe burta si pe sani:

- Doamne, dar erai incarcat, nu gluma!

Ma impinge pe spate si incepe sa ma curete, cu limba, apoi coboara la coaie.

Stau ca prostul, lasand-o sa se joace.

Am un sentiment ciudat, ceva ce n-am mai simtit pana acum, o pornire launtrica de nestavilit...

O iau de umeri si ma uit adanc in ochii ei:

- Iubire, stiu ce tarfa de doi lei poti sa fii, dar... vrei sa fii sotia mea?

Incepe, brusc, sa dea apa la boboci...

- Doamne! Ce baiat de treaba poti sa fii! E pacat sa te incurci cu o stricaciune ca mine!...

Ne imbratisam si stam asa mult timp... am cam pierdut notiunea timpului...

Facem un dus, apoi incepem sa facem amor adevarat -- ii sarut fiecare milimetru de pe fata, gat, urechi, piept, burtica, apoi cobor si mai jos, sarutand-o acolo unde n-am sarutat, pana acum, nici o femeie, pe si intre labii, chiar ii dau si o limba pe lindic, apoi cobor si mai jos, sarutandu-i pulpele interioare.

E moarta de dor de pula. Tremura ca varga!

Ce sa mai zic, deja pula mea e tare ca parul, eliminand lichid seminal in prostie, de parca n-ar mai fi vazut pizda de o suta de ani...

Deodata, Dora sare, ma obliga sa stau intins pe spate si... ma incaleca.

Cred ca nici unul din noi nu-si poate da seama cand mi-a intrat pula in pizda ei...

Pur si simplu, s-au cuplat parca printr-o vointa a lor, proprie...

E toata inauntru, iar Dora incepe sa se joace cu muschii vaginali, abdominali, nu stiu, facandu-mi pula sa pulseze intens si des.

Eu, la randul meu, presez de jos cu pubisul pe lindicul ei.

Ma prinde de brate si ma strange, tremura... e gata!

O apuc de tate si incep sa i le masez. Iar tremura. Inchide ochii si ma intreaba:

- Poti sa te mai tii un pic?

Incerc, dar esti asa de buna...

O intorc pe spate, ii pun picioarele cu talpile pe pieptul meu, ma aplec apoi si mai tare, ca s-o deschid la maxim, apoi i-o bag, adanc si o tin acolo.

Practic, ne futem in spasmuri, in pulsatii.

Este extraordinar!

Apoi, incepem sa ne frecam pelvisurile unul de celalalt. Aproape dureros. Dar inebunitor de placut!

E uda ca o fantana!

Brusc, tresare:

- Ia ceva, un servet si pune-mi-l sub fund. Murdarim cearceaful!

Ii zambesc, parsiv:

Dar de ce-ti faci probleme?!? Deocamdata nu suntem casatoriti, asa ca nu trebuie sa speli tu rufele!

O bufneste rasul, insa brusc o apuca tipetele:

- Acuma! Fute-ma! Tare! Cat de tare poti tu! Fara mila! Tareeee!

Cu nici cinci minute in urma, eram aproape de final. Nu stiu de ce, dar nu mai simt deloc nevoia sa termin, asa ca o iau la pompe, tare si cu forta, fara nici o retinere...

Dupa mai bine de jumatate de ora, suntem in aceeasi situatie.

Curge transpiratia pe amandoi, insa cum eu sunt deasupra, parte de transpiratie curge de pe mine pe ea...

Deodata, se opreste, ma impinge sa ies, apoi se intoarce in patru labe:

- Hai, vino!

Ma tin de bancuri:

- De ce?

- Hai, mai, nu ma lasa asa!

- Pai... zi-mi ce vrei!

- Hai, mai!

- Nu-mi zici, nu fac!

- Vino ma si baga-ti pula aia futacioasa-n mine o data! Hai! Rupe-ma!

Chiar ca parca e hotarata s-o rup! Cum imping, impinge si ea!

Simt cum o lovesc, de fiecare data, cu coaiele pe lindic...

E uda leoarca, iar zgomotele pe care le fac corpurile noastre cand se ciocnesc sunt minunate...

Nici macar muzica nu le poate acoperi...

Iar isi da drumul. Tremura, sa zvarcoleste, mai mai sa-mi scape din pula, dar n-o las...

Tine perna aia imbratisata de parca ar fi colacul de salvare al unui inecat!

- Da! Da! Daaaa! Acolo! Acuma! Da! Asta-i! Daaaa! Nu cumva sa te opresti!

Imi vad de "treaba" si o pompez in continuare.

Brusc, imi vine ideea sa-mi umezesc degetul mare si sa-i mangai gaura curului.

Sare, se arunca pe burta:

- Nu, acolo nu! Niciodata!

Raman asa, ca prostul, in genunchi, cu pula in aer:

- Bine, gata! Am inteles! Dar... puteai sa-mi spui, nu sa sari asa, ca nebuna...

Vroiam doar sa te mangai, sa-ti intensific placerea...

- Bine, dar nu acum! Poate alta data!...

Se ridica inapoi, lasandu-ma sa-i bag pula la loc in pizda.

- Acum, ar cam fi cazul sa te grabesti sa termini.

Deja am intarziat. Ma asteapta ai mei...

Si eu care credeam ca o sa ramana toata noaptea la mine...

In fine, asta este!

Isi strecoara mana printre picioare si incepe sa ma maseze pe coaie, sa ma scarpine...

- Hai, te rog, termina!

Si de data asta sa nu te prind ca nu ai grija sa mi-o dai sa ti-o sug!

Mi-e sete de sperma ta! Vreau sa ti-o beau! Toata!

Nu mai apuc sa dau decat de vreo trei sau patru ori din cur, ca simt ca-mi vine!

Femeia asta e fantastica! Face ce vrea din mine!...

- Dora, daca ti-e asa sete, ar cam trebui s-o iei in gura, ca altfel iar ma scap pe tine...

Sare pe burta, din nou, se rasuceste, ma face si pe mine sa ma intind pe o parte si...

Sunt gata.

Nu-i scapa nici o picatura.

Cu o mana ma trage de cur spre ea, in timp ce cu cealalta imi maseaza coaiele...

Ma intinde pe spate, ma face sa stau cu picioarele desfacute, in timp ce-mi linge coaiele, zona dintre coaie si gaura curului si chiar gaura curului...

- Fetito, parca erai intarziata de acasa!

Ia continua tu sa ma lingi pe acolo, sa vezi ce tarziu ajungi acasa, daca mai ajungi, pana se crapa de ziua!

- Ei, Doamne! Chiar asa de repede?!? Aproape ca ma faci curioasa sa incerc! Rade...

Oricum, se opreste, apucandu-ma de pula, acuma destul de moale si lovindu-ma cu ea peste burta...

- Doamne, ce bucata de carne buna ai tu aici!

Apoi, se ridica si ma ia de mana:

- Hai sa facem, repede, repede de tot, un dus.

Cred ca miros a sex de la o posta! Nu vreau sa-l bag in draci pe soferul de taxi...

Facem dusul, apoi ne imbracam, pastrand distanta intre noi -- pula mea, deja, da iarasi semne de trezire...

Nu stiu ce se intampla, insa, clar, intre noi e un soi de magnetism...

- Auzi, Dora, cum oricum ai intarziat, zece minute sau un sfert de ora, nu mai conteaza...

Hai sa stam linistiti, sa fumam o tigara si sa mai bem niste whiskey.

In fond, daca tot ai intarziat la o petrecere, se presupune ca trebuie sa mirosi a bautura.

Ce zici?

Zis si facut.

- ... Uite, maine, pe la zece, pot veni din nou la tine -- trebuie sa plec cu o verisoara de-a mea in oras, dar, de fapt, asta e doar scuza ca sa se poata intalni si ea cu prietenul ei...

- Ba da' ce familie interesanta aveti! Sau, drace! Cati ani are verisoara asta? Cinspe?!?

- Parintii nostri sunt foarte stricti -- n-o sa ma apuc acuma sa-ti povestesc...

Isi stinge tigara, termina paharul de whiskey dintr-o inghititura, apoi mergem sa cautam un taxi.

Ma uit, insistent, la numarul de inmatriculare al taxiului, apoi le urez drum bun...

SFARSITUL PRIMEI PARTI 



DORA – Prima mea sotie (II)



DORA -- Prima mea sotie (II)

Aceasta povestire este impartita in doua parti distincte, una tratand momente anterioare casatoriei, alta din timpul divortului.

Cum intamplarile descrise sunt reale, numele persoanelor si locatiile s-ar putea sa fi fost schimbate.

Deja este ora zece si zece dimineata, iar eu, trebuie sa recunosc, sunt nervos, nerabdator si cu ochii pe ceas.

In sfarsit, suna soneria!

Dora intra, fara ca macar sa ma salute.

Isi scoate pantofii, paltonul, rochia, sutienul si chilotii.

- Te rog sa pui ceasul sa sune la ora paisprezece. Trebuie sa ma intalnesc cu vara-mea la cincisprezece si nu vreau s-o fac sa ma astepte...

Iau ceasul si-l potrivesc.

Apoi, lejer, imi scot si eu pijamaua.

- Ia zi-mi, dulceata mica, ce bei? Vin, whiskey, sau coniac?

- As prefera o bere, daca ai...

- Sorry, bere n-am.

- Atunci, vin...

Aduc o sticla de cabernet sauvignon, o destup, torn in pahare, apoi aduc un vas cu saleuri.

Bem, rontaim un pic, ascultam ceva muzici, insa mi-e clar ca fata are ceva mare si greu pe creier...

In sfarsit, asteptarea da roade -- se hotaraste sa ma intrebe:

- Pot sa te intreb ceva?

Cum realizez ca e chestie serioasa, inainte de a-i raspunde, ma intorc si ma uit direct in ochii ei:

- Da.

Se intimideaza, incearca s-o dea pe gluma -- chicoteste un pic, fortat:

- Asculta, tu le spui tuturor gagicilor ca le vrei de neveste?

Continui sa ma uit direct in ochii ei, foarte serios, fara pic de zambet:

- Draga, ce zici daca iti spun ca esti prima femeie din viata mea care aude aceste cuvinte iesite din gura mea?

E socata, uimita...

- Stai putin, adica tu chiar ai vorbit serios?!?

- Iubire, nu ma cunosti, inca, dar... nu sunt genul de om care sa arunce cu astfel de cuvinte la misto!

Apropos, vezi ca oferta este inca valabila!

Pentru cateva secunde, izbucneste in ras, apoi, brusc, plange...

Ma ridic din fotoliu, ma apropii de ea, ma aplec, o mangai pe cap si-i sarut buzele carnoase, apoi ma ridic si-i dau sa-mi suga pula.

E cam dezorientata de tratament, insa isi revine si incepe sa-si faca "meseria"...

O las sa mi-o suga vreo doua minute, apoi ma retrag, o iau de mana si o intind in pat.

Ii sarut fruntea, nasul, ochii, obrajii, buzele, gatul, ma apropii de urechi si-i bag limba adanc in fiecare dintre ele, apoi cobor la sfarcuri...

Doamne, ce piele fina are!

Nu ma pot abtine sa n-o musc si s-o ling...

Cobor mai jos, la buric, unde imi implant limba in gaura si o ling energic.

Cobor si mai jos.

Parul pubian este netuns, insa nu ma deranjeaza si nici nu-mi stavileste in vreun fel pasiunea...

Ajung la lindic, pe care il iau la lins, cam brutal, salbatic chiar, apoi incep sa-i sarut pizda, tratand-o ca si cum as saruta o gura.

Chestia asta, pentru mine, este complet noua -- este prima femeie careia ii fac asa ceva.

Nu ma pricep, dar, in final, cat de complicat poate sa fie?

Gustul nu este tocmai rau, mirosul asisderea, asa ca prind curaj, incercand sa patrund cat mai adanc cu limba in pizda ei -- nu resimt vreo placere, insa sunt constient ca ceea ce fac acum trebuie sa-i produca ei placere...

Ma prinde de par, tragandu-ma mai adanc intre picioarele desfacute larg, incepand sa respire sacadat.

Ii mangai bucile curului cu mainile, in timp ce fac eforturi seriose sa-mi bag limba cat mai adanc, din cand in cand repezindu-ma la lindic...

Brusc, ma trage de par mai tare, de data asta ca sa ma indeparteze de acolo.

- Gata! Opreste-te! Nu vreau sa ma obisnuiesc cu asta!...

Apoi, incepe sa ma sarute, entuziast, aducandu-si corpul in asa fel incat sa-i intre pula-n pizda.

Simt cum ma maseaza pe pula cu vaginul, asa ca stau linistit, doar tinand pula adanc infipta...

Ne tot sarutam, stand asa mai mult de o jumatate de ora -- dupa mine, as sta asa pana la sfarsitul lumii!

Ma impinge, facandu-ma sa ma intorc pe spate, apoi se ridica, calare pe mine, cu pula adanc infipta in pizda, continuand sa ma "mulga", in timp ce-si freaca, lin, lindicul de oasele mele pubiene...

Deja dardaie, picioarele ii tremura ca gelatina, in timp ce ii simt inundatia din pizda scurgandu-mi-se pe coaie.

Ii pun o mana pe buca si cu un deget incep sa-i masez gaura curului -- incepe o miscare de translatie, in fata, in spate, in stanga, in dreapta si tot asa, tinandu-ma in acelasi timp, adanc infipt, chinuindu-i cervixul, mangaindu-l cu capul pulii...

Se scurg sucuri din ea ca din izvor -- nimeni nu sta sa numere de cate ori isi da drumul.

E transpirata toata, de zici ca a iesit de la dus.

Nu se opreste.

Nu scoate o vorba, doar ca o simt dupa felul cum respira cand are orgasm, iar si iar si tot asa...

In sfarsit, simt ca e obosita, insa tot nu ma pot opri sa-i admir entuziasmul...

Dupa aproape doua ore, o apuc de bucile curului ei minunat, facand-o sa se opreasca:

- Dora, hai sa-ti spun un secret. Daca stau intins pe spate, zau, poti sa ma futi pana murim amandoi, ca tot nu-mi dau drumul!

Lasa-ma sa te iau de cracii astia misto si sa te intorc cu rotile-n sus.

E timpul sa trec eu deasupra.

Nu stiu cum face, dar picioarele ei se potrivesc pe umerii mei de parca ar fi fost special conceputi pentru mine.

Cu vaginul, practic ma suge inauntru, ma mulge, ma mangaie, asa ca ma apropii foarte repede de clipa suprema -- e cazul sa "discut" un pic cu ea:

- Dora, sunt aproape sa-mi dau drumul si inca sunt hotarat sa te iau de nevasta, insa, pe bune, as prefera sa avem si noi la dispozitie un an, sau chiar doi, inainte ca vreun plod sa ne strice tot programul!...

Se uita adanc in ochii mei, apoi, chicotind:

- Hai, tati, vino sa te sug! Suntem destul de tineri! Avem timp sa facem si copii!...

Ies, ma ridic, o incalec peste piept, punandu-i pula la dispozitie.

Ma prinde cu mainile de cur si ma trage spre ea, adanc in gat...

Gata! Ejaculez ca naiba! Explodez!

Ma uit la ea cum imi inghite sperma, cu ochii inchisi, dar hotarata sa nu lase sa-i scape nimic.

Dupa ce termin, ma scote afara, apoi ma trage mai aprope de ea si incepe sa-mi linga coaiele, in spatele coaielor, pana la cur si inapoi.

Nu ma lasa sa ma ridic. Insista!

Dupa ceva mai mult de cinci minute, apar si consecintele!

Iar mi se scoala!

Imi pune mana pe abdomen si ma impinge.

Ma dau la o parte, in timp ce ea se intoarce in patru labe si incepe sa dea din cur, invitandu-ma sa o iau pe la spate.

Ma apropii, o prind cu mainile de cur, desfacandu-i bucile.

Doamne, ce pizda misto are!

Nu mai stau! I-o bag pana la coaie!

Eu imping, ea raspunde impingandu-se si ea in pula mea...

Doamne! Cat de bine pot s-o simt!

Ma apuca dracii de placere, asa ca incep sa dau din cur cu viteza, pompand-o tare si repede!

E inebunita de placere!

Imi infig ambele maini in parul ei si trag -- nu foarte tare, insa suficient incat sa ma asigur ca nu scapa din pula...

- Da! Asa! Baga-mi-o! Fute-ma, Loveste-ma! Trage-mi-o! Doamneeeeee! Ce biiiine e!

Practic, nu mai face pauze -- termina incontinuu!

- Nu ma lasa! Nu ma ierta! Fute-ma ca pe-o curva stricata ce sunt! Fute-ma ca pe femeia ta! Sunt a ta! Numai a ta! Fa-mi ce vrei! Omoara-ma! Schingiuieste-ma! Rupe-ma!...

Nu mai rezist. Iar imi dau drumul, de data asta stropind-o pe spate si pe buci...

Se intinde pe burta, asteptand s-o sterg de sloboz.

Chicoteste:

- Doamne, daca chiar ne casatorim si continuam in ritmul asta, probabil ca in cinci ani sunt moarta...

- Iubire, din cate stiu eu, barbatii sunt cei care mor!...

Radem amandoi. O sterg pe spate si pe fund de sperma, apoi ne sarutam.

- Ei si acum draga mea nevasta tanara, frumoasa si futacioasa, ce zici daca torni si tu niste vin in pahare? Sincer, nu ma simt in stare sa merg fac dus chiar in clipa asta...

- Hai sa fim imputiti! Rade. 

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Dupa sase luni de casatorie, suntem in divort.

Motivele n-au nici o legatura cu latura sexuala si fiind personale, nu le voi mentiona aici, nici chiar sub "pavaza" anonimatului...

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Este duminica dimineata, ora sase. Suna telefonul.

Ma trezesc, putin buimac, ridic receptorul:

- Da!

La celalalt capat al firului, aud o respiratie cunoscuta:

- Scuza-ma, stiu cat e de devreme si cat de mult iti place sa dormi mai mult dimineata...

Esti singur?

E Dora, vineri am fost la judecatorie, cu avocati, martori, tot tacamul...

Ca de obicei, lucrurile au devenit cam urate, nu din cauza ei, sau a mea, ci din cauza avocatilor.

In fond, asta le e meseria si pentru asta i-am platit!

- Sarutmana! Si... da, sunt singur...

- Si... nu ti-e urat?

- Dora! Ce dracu! Stii cat de mult iti simt lipsa! Doar nu ti-am ascuns asta niciodata!...

Imi dau seama ca deja plange.

- Dora! Opreste-te te rog! Stii ca esti prea desteapta si prea mandra si prea copil mare ca sa te comporti asa!...

- Da, stiu, dar... nu pot sa ma abtin! Uite, te rog din suflet, hai sa ne intalnim in centru si sa mergem undeva sa ne futem. Sa ma futi! Sa-ti bagi pula in mine! Simt nevoia de tine de parca mi-ar lipsi un organ intern din organism! Zau! Daca nu, o iau razna!

- Bine si de ce nu vii incoace?

- Ah, nu! Nu! Nu! Nu! Daca ma intalnesc cu vreun vecin?

- Pai... si ce daca?!? Da-i dracu'! Ce treaba ai tu cu ei? 

- Nu! Doar stii bine ca au aflat ca divortam!

N-as putea suporta rusinea! Stiu ca sunt o curva, o stricaciune, dar nu vreau sa vada si ei lucrul asta!...

- Dora, nu esti nici o curva! Esti femeie! De ce dracu iti pasa de ei?!?

- Nu! Te implor! Hai sa mergem in alta parte! La tine nu vin, iar daca nu ma futi cat de curand posibil, sincer, s-ar putea sa fac o prostie...

In plus, trebuie sa-ti marturisesc ceva...

- Bine, in treizeci de minute pot sa ajung la universitate -- poti sa ajungi?

Suspina.

- Incerc, dar daca intarzii, indiferent cat de mult, te rog, te implor, asteapta-ma!

Inca plange cand inchid...

Formez numarul unui bun prieten -- raspunde.

- Salut, stiu ca este distrugator de devreme, duminica dimineata, insa afara e frumos, asa ca te rog sa faci bine si sa te imbraci si sa te cari de-acasa in... aproximativ o ora. Nu-i nevoie sa ne vezi, pe mine si pe Dora, cand intram la tine in casa. Ce zici?

Prietenul meu, de acuma, sigur are mintea pe bigudiuri. Intr-un tarziu, imi raspunde:

- Uite care-i treaba... Daca dupa tot cacatul prin care v-au trecut nenorocitii aia de avocati v-a apucat razganditul, zau ca nu plec, dar pregatesc un bici ud si va bat pe amandoi cu el pana va ia cu lesin!

Ce dracu?!? Voi sunteti adulti, sau copii de gradinita?

Bufnesc in ras -- suntem foarte buni prieteni

- Nu, mai, nu te gandi la de-astea! Pur si simplu Dora are chef de pula si se pare ca a mea e cea care-i lipseste! Totusi, ii este prea rusine sa vina la mine acasa, sa nu o vada vecinii...

Se face liniste pentru cateva momente, apoi continua:

- Uite, azi toata ziua o sa fiu la tara, la parintii logodnicei, asa ca nu o sa ma intorc decat luni, cand ma voi duce direct la munca. Puteti sa stati toata ziua si toata noaptea, daca aveti chef...

- Bine, multumesc.

- Stai! N-am terminat! Cere-i, te rog, scuze lui Dora din partea mea, apoi spune-i ca... sunteti niste tampiti!...

Ce pot sa zic? Nu e in pielea mea, asa ca, dupa cum se vede, nu poate sa inteleaga...

Termin convorbirea, fac rapid un dus, intrebandu-ma ce Dumnezeu de marturisire vrea sa-mi faca Dora...

Ne intalnim in centru. Dora nu intarzie, cum se temea...

Se vede pe ea ca a plans...

O imbratisez si stam asa cateva minute.

- Ia-ma de-aici, se uita lumea la noi... Iar o bufneste plansul...

Sunt rupt.

In general, nu ma las impresionat de lacrimi, insa este vorba de Dora, iubita mea...

Opresc un taxi si mergem la prietenul meu.

Il gasesc acasa, impreuna cu logodnica.

- Scuze, se pare ca am ajuns prea repede...

- Nu, v-am asteptat noi intentionat. Haideti sa stam de vorba!

Exact asta-mi lipsea! Si am intrat cu capul in lat de bunavoie!...

De data asta, Dora ia initiativa:

- Uite ce este, sa stii ca nu m-a deranjat cu nimic atitudinea ta de la judecatorie! Asa si trebuia sa te porti! Acuma, insa, am sa te rog sa consideri ca prietenul tau a adus, pur si simplu o curva, sa-i faca felul.

Daca poti, e-n regula, daca nu, scuze de deranj...

Ma ia de mana, cu intentia vadita de a se indrepta spre iesire.

Sa-i fi vazut fata amicului meu! Tipul e si uimit si si dezorientat...

- Scuza-ma, dar eu am crezut ca barbatu-tau e cel care vrea sa divorteze, nu tu!

- Nu, dragule! Casatoria noastra e terminata si, oricum, am gresit amandoi cand am facut pasul asta...

Intelege, te rog, ca asa stau lucrurile si nu altfel...

Omul isi imbraca paltonul, apoi ia valijoara pregatita langa usa de la intrare, logodnica si... pleaca.

In fine, in sufragerie, pe masa, doua sticle cu vinul meu preferat, saleuri si patru pahare...

Ne este clar ca ei se gandisera ca lucrurile vor evolua cu totul altfel...

Iau tirbusonul, deschid o sticla si torn in pahare.

Stam jos, bem un pic, apoi preiau initiativa si intreb:

- Deci, Dora, ziceai ca ai sa-mi faci o marturisire, sau ceva de genul asta. Despre ce este vorba?

Dora se incrunta:

- Nu ma pune sa-ti povestesc acum. O sa-ti spun, de fapt, o sa-ti arat, mai tarziu...

- Da de unde atata secretomanie?!? Ce-ti veni?

- Uite de-aia! Nu ma mai tot intreba! Hai, bea-ti vinul si hai sa mergem in dormitor!...

Fumam cate doua tigari fiecare, fara sa mai vorbim, apoi ne ridicam si ne indreptam spre dormitor.

Dora se rasuceste pe calcaie, ma imbratiseaza si incepe sa ma sarute pe gat.

Stie exact ce si cum, asa ca pula sta sa-mi sara din pantaloni...

Ne dezbracam, apoi iar ne luam in brate.

Practic o impung cu pula in burta, iar ea se lipeste de mine...

Imi iese la lichid seminal de zici ca-i izvor...

Senzatia e grozava, iar pula mea o tot inteapa in buric -- de fiecare data cand se intampla, incepe sa vibreze...

Continuam sa ne sarutam, frenetic, cu disperare...

Eu deja incep sa simt o anumita presiune, iar Dora stie acest lucru -- ma lasa si se indreapta spre pat, asezandu-se in patru labe:

- Hai, iubitule, ia-ma!

Ma pozitionez in spatele ei si i-o bag. Doamne! Ce uda e! Ce bine o simt! I-o bag adanc! Mai mult de atat nu se poate!

- Dora, sunt prea aproape ca sa te mai pot face sa termini de data asta!

- Ohhhhh! Ba da! Poti! Iti arat eu cum!

Ma ia de pula, mi-o scoate din pizda si si-o pozitioneaza in dreptul gaurii curului, apoi se impinge!!!!!

Ma uit si nu-mi vine sa cred!

Chiar stie ce face!

Am trait cu femeia asta noua luni de zile si nu m-a lasat NICIODATA sa ma apropii de curul ei!

Realmente sunt socat!...

Practic, stau nemiscat, in timp ce Dora se fute singura, impingandu-se inapoi in pula mea...

- Hai, nu mai sta asa! Fute-ma! Fara mila! Rupe-ma! Hai, c-o merit!

Sunt deja foarte adanc in curul ei...

Simt ca o iau razna! Daca nu mi-a spus, sau aratat niciodata chestia asta, cate ALTE lucruri mi-a ascuns?...

Furios de-a dreptul, o apuc de par si-mi infig pula-n curul ei pana la coaie...

- Daaaaaa! Asaaaaa! Baga-mi-o! Nu te opri! Nu ma menaja! O merit cu varf si indesat! Rupe-mi curul daca poti! Sunt o nemernica, o tradatoare! Sunt o bestie! O tarfa! O curva ordinara! Baga-mi-o acuma, ca n-ai sa mai ai alta ocazie! Fute-ma-n cur! Hai ca am nevoie!...

Nu trebuie sa dau de multe ori din cur, ca Dora se lasa pe coate, tremurand din tot corpul, cu un orgasm de zile mari, cum rareori mi-a fost dat sa-i provoc in timp ce o futeam in pizda...

Cu toate ca sunt furios, socat, surprins, simt totusi ca-mi vine sa-mi dau drumul.

Dora simte si ea, asa ca incepe:

- Da! Iubitule! Da-mi-o! Baga-mi-o! Umple-mi curul meu pacatos cu slobozul tau! Fute-ma adanc! Bag-o toata! Acum! Acum! Acumaaaa! Da! Da! Daaaaa!

Iar se cutremura! Iar termina cum rareori am mai vazut-o!...

Golit de sperma, raman cu pula inauntru, apasand adanc.

Senzatia e minunata, insa numai fizic -- psihic, sunt varza!...

- N-o scoate, las-o inauntru pana se inmoaie!...

Stam asa vreo zece minute, pula mea refuzand sa treaca in repaus...

Dora isi intoarce fata spre mine:

- Stiu ca te-am rugat sa stai acolo, dar acuma, tot eu te rog sa iesi si sa te duci sa te speli, ca vreau sa ti-o sug...

Facem un dus, apoi mergem in sufragerie -- mai torn niste vin in pahare.

- Dora, dupa cum stii, esti prima femeie din viata mea careia i-am dat limbi in pizda...

Cum explici faptul ca in atatea luni nu mi-ai spus ca-ti place sa te futi in cur?!?

- Nu ma poti intelege... Prima data cand am facut dragoste, te-as fi lasat, sau, poate, chiar ti-as fi cerut-o, dar... ai facut acea mare greseala... m-ai cerut de nevasta!... Asa ca... n-am vrut sa ma iei chiar de curva...

Se ridica, ma ia de mana si ma taraie in dormitor.

Ne futem, insa, sincer, nu mai simt vreo placere...

Ma simt tradat!

Cand sunt aproape, i-o scot din pizda si i-o bag in cur, facand-o sa-si mai dea drumul de doua ori, apoi ejaculez si eu.

Stiu deja ca este ultima oara cand mai ejaculez datorita Dorei.

Este, deja, istorie pentru mine...

SFARSIT 



Dora Shares Her Dongs



This story is a sequel to "Dora's Double Dong" and was inspired by four different anonymous Public Comments that were posted on that story. 

"Dora," the handsome young section supervisor said on Friday morning. "This is Brittany Spires and she'll be working here. Can you show her around a bit?" 

Dora Krause was surprised at being given that assignment. Usually, a new female employee was escorted by one of the young men, giving him a chance to try to chat up the "new girl" and possibly make arrangements to meet for lunch or after work. When she saw Brittany, she knew why the task had fallen to her. The new employee was tall and skinny, with mousy brown hair and acne scars all over her cheeks and chin. She contrasted with Dora, who was equally homely in her own way, short and fat with a pasty white face and short, frizzy dark hair. Standing together, they looked like a chalky white boulder squatting next to a fence post. 

"Hi, Brittany." Dora greeted and extended her hand to the newcomer, who responded the same way. The supervisor, his unpleasant chore completed, left the two unattractive women in order to try to locate someone who was better looking, and who might be amenable to some fun that weekend. 

"Handsome, isn't he?" Dora commented, nodding at the rapidly retreating man. 

"Yeah, but not as handsome as he thinks he is," Brittany responded, frowning at the man's back. 

Dora took an immediate liking to her new charge. "Brittany is a pretty long name. How about Britt, for short?" 

"Fine with me. I don't like my name very much anyhow. It sounds too much like the name of a pop star that I'm sure you've heard of." 

Dora had, of course, although she was also far from being a fan. While showing Britt around, she made no mention of the longer form of the name, or of anybody who shared it or one that was similar. 

They ate lunch together, partly because they had developed a liking for each other, even in the short time they had been together, and partly because nobody wanted much to do with either of them. As they chatted, they learned that, besides being unattractive in a world that doted on beauty, they had many other things in common. Of course, that homeliness had been largely responsible for many of the things, both positive and negative, that had or had not happened to them. 

Neither woman had ever had a boyfriend, of course. Britt didn't seem to have felt the lack very much. Dora, who realized her lesbianism long ago, hadn't felt it at all, although she had never had a girl friend either. Not wanting to chase away one of the few pals she had ever found, Dora didn't mention her sexual preferences, and Britt didn't seem very interested anyhow. 

In fact, Dora was so eager to encourage the budding friendship that she surprised herself by inviting the other woman to dinner in her apartment. "Just pot luck," she cautioned Britt. "I'm not much for cooking, and I eat a lot of leftover takeout junk." 

"Good enough for me, and thanks. I don't even have any leftovers at my place."

That evening, as Dora was warming up stuff in the microwave and otherwise being busy in the kitchen, Britt wandered into the living room that was dominated by the big screen television. Directly across from the TV was the sofa where Dora spent most of her time when she wasn't at work or sleeping. When Britt returned, she had a garishly colored object in her hand, which she showed to her hostess. 

"These are some really hot girls!" 

Dora had forgotten about the videotape sleeve that she had left on top of the VCR. It showed three beautiful young women, all of different races, all performing lesbian sex acts on each other. She had left the tape in the VCR, intending to watch it that evening, while pleasuring herself with her favorite double-dong, and she had forgotten about the sleeve. 

"Yes, aren't they?" was all she could say, while wondering what Britt's interest was. She quickly found out. 

"Can I watch this with you? I've never seen this one, and it looks pretty good." 

"Sure." Dora had the sudden thought that the evening ahead might present something she had never experienced. Although she had spent many hours by herself on the sofa, watching lesbian videotapes and masturbating, Dora had never had any kind of sexual contact with any other person. 

After eating, the two women removed their shoes and socks and went to the living room, where Dora sat on the sofa, remote control in her hand. The spot she chose was near the right end, and the hostess was very pleased when her guest chose to sit less than a foot away. She turned on the television and VCR and the tape started. After the usual test patterns and warning from the FBI, two young women appeared on the screen, one a beautiful blonde with creamy white skin and the other, an equally comely African-American with black hair and a smooth milk-chocolate complexion. 

Although the videotape was of excellent quality in terms of cast, lighting and camera work, no effort had been put into plot or characterizations and the dialogue consisted mostly of sounds of pleasure and of urging the provider of that pleasure to continue. Less than a minute after the tape started, the black woman had pulled down her friend's tank top and her hands were fondling a pair of luscious breasts. Seconds later came a close-up of a pink tongue alternating between caressing two lighter pink nipples. 

The videotape was Dora's favorite and she usually copied the action on the screen by fondling and rubbing herself. With company in the apartment, she was reluctant to do so until she glanced sideways at Britt. Her new friend's shirt was partially unbuttoned and her left hand was positioned as if it was about to enter the opening to touch a breast. Dora decided to take a chance and rested her left hand on the thigh nearest to her. 

She was rewarded by a smile, and Britt spread her legs more, offering the hand more freedom to range. The offer was accepted and Dora began lightly caressing the firm flesh, each stroke moving closer to the other woman's crotch. On the screen, the blonde had been divested of her tank top and the black woman was in the process of removing her co-star's designer jeans. Usually, Dora would have been fascinated by the sight of the beautiful body being exposed on the screen, but on that occasion, she was more interested in what seemed to be starting to happen on her own sofa. 

Britt moved closer and Dora felt an arm sliding between her back and the sofa, and leaned forward to allow easier access. Dora also turned her body so her right hand replaced its mate on the available leg, and her left arm eased itself around her friend's lower back. As her hand moved in the direction of Britt's crotch, she glanced at her friend's chest and noticed that all the shirt buttons were undone. It quickly became apparent that it was no accident, when Britt carefully took Dora's hand and placed it on one of her breasts. There was no bra in the way, and none was really needed. The breast in Dora's hand was small, but with a very hard nipple, and she closed her hand gently over it. It was the first breast, besides her own, that she had ever touched. 

Britt leaned forward and pulled Dora up to her until their faces met. They kissed, for a long time, but both women kept their mouths closed, just grinding their lips together. When they separated, Dora looked up at her friend, who was obviously soon to be her lover. 

"Britt, that was wonderful." The two women kissed again, even longer, and this time their tongues were just as active as their lips, while their hands were busy on each other's clothing. 

On the screen, the African American was eagerly eating the pussy of the blonde, her tongue caressing the perfect hairless labia and clit of her co-star. The two live women on the sofa didn't care about that. They were too busy exploring each other's bodies with their hands. Britt's shirt had been removed and both of Dora's hands were gently squeezing the breasts that had been uncovered. From watching videotapes, she felt she should soon start licking and sucking them, but just fondling them was too much fun for her to want to stop. 

She had to, though, because Britt's hands were insistently pulling up on the hem of the baggy sweater Dora was wearing. Her guest obviously wanted to take it off her, so she raised her arms to facilitate the removal. Although Dora felt embarrassed by the rolls of belly fat that had just been exposed, Britt seemed not to notice, and just tossed the garment onto the arm of the sofa. 

"Turn around, Dorrie. Let me get your bra unhooked." 

Dora was glad to do what Britt asked, first because it wasn't really very comfortable, but mainly so good things could happen to her breasts. The bra joined the sweater on the arm of the sofa as Dora turned back to face the other woman. Britt leaned forward and took one of the just-exposed breasts in either hand. 

"Your boobies are so big and beautiful, I just love them. Mine are like two fried eggs." Britt proved she wasn't just being a flatterer by starting to lick the nipples that were being presented to her. 

Shouts of pleasure came from the screen as the blonde climaxed, or pretended to, but only murmurs of joy came from Dora. She leaned back against the arm of the sofa and Britt followed, her hands holding the breasts she had admired so much, while her tongue alternated between their nipples, which quickly grew rigid. The touch of the taller woman's mouth sent thrills, such as she had never experienced, radiating through Dora's body. Britt feasted on her big fat breasts, the tiny, hard ridges of the nipples giving her as much pleasure as she was giving to Dora. 

"Oh, Britt, that feels so wonderful." Britt raised her head and smiled briefly, before lowering her head and giving even more pleasure to both women. 

She drew one of the luscious breasts into her mouth and sucked on it, while her tongue continued to caress the areola and nipple. The new pleasure excited Dora so much, her body squirmed on the sofa, and she could feel her panties getting wet with the juices flowing from her pussy. Britt switched her attentions to the other breast and sucked and licked it the same way, making Dora's body move even more actively and eliciting moans of bliss. 

The blonde in the videotape was doing the same to the African-American as had been done to her, but the two live women had become oblivious to the screen. Britt continued making love to her friend's breasts, sucking and licking and bringing Dora to a high state of arousal. Her hands had been cupped under them, presenting them to her mouth, but Britt released her breasts and started to lick down her friend's body. Her mouth started at the cleft between Dora's succulent globes and meandered down over her belly, licking and kissing its way toward her ultimate goal.

At first, her hands and fingers caressed Dora's rolls of fat, but after Britt had licked partway down, she put them to work removing the pants that were in her way. With the buckle unfastened and the fly unbuttoned and unzipped, she looked up while pulling down on the waist. Dora knew what was expected and eagerly raised her ass from the cushion so her pants could be pulled all the way down and off, and added to the pile on the sofa arm. 

The African-American woman was in the throes of cumming but the two women in front of the screen didn't notice. They were much too wrapped up in what they were doing to pay any attention. Dora was wearing only her panties and Britt, naked above the waist, knelt on the floor in front of her. The plain, white cotton undergarment was so wet in the crotch it was translucent, and Britt looked with lust at the thick, dark pubic hair that was visible through the thin fabric. She hooked her fingers under the waistband and Dora raised her ass again to let herself be divested of her last article of clothing. 

Not quite knowing what to do next, Dora sat in the middle of the sofa cushion. "Slide forward, Honey," Britt advised her. "Your pussy smells great and I've really got the hots for it." 

Dora was unaccustomed to terms of endearment like that, but very glad to hear it. Eagerly, she slid forward as requested, so her pussy was over the edge of the sofa, and rested her legs on Britt's shoulder the way she had seen women do in her videotapes. The kneeling woman leaned forward and breathed deeply of the juices that were trickling out of Dora's pussy, followed by leaning in even closer to lick them off. 

"You're really delicious, Honey. You taste even better than you smell." Britt's tongue began slowly caressing one swollen pussy lip. 

Nothing but her own fingers or toys had ever touched Dora in such a private place, and the tongue that was slowly stroking her felt infinitely better than either of those ever had. She pushed herself forward, snuggling her pussy tightly against Britt's face, wanting to get even more of the incredible pleasure that was washing, in huge waves, throughout her entire body. 

"You really love this, don't you," Britt commented. "Well, that's good, because I love doing it." She pressed her face back into Dora's pussy, and her tongue and lips resumed doing what both women loved.

After licking to the end of Dora's inner pussy lip, Brit returned her mouth to where she had started, sluiced up the fresh juices with her tongue and started licking the other pussy lips. The pleasure that flooded Dora's body from where Britt's wonderful tongue was meandering was better than anything she had ever felt, many times better than what her own fingers had done in the past. The best part was that it kept getting better and better as the level of her pleasure mounted. Reflexively, she started fucking her pussy up against the mouth that was doing for her what nobody had ever done before. 

"I love your pussy; it's so hot and wet. And your clit looks so juicy." Britt proved the attractiveness of that little morsel by taking it into her mouth to suck and lick. 

Nothing in Dora's life could compare to the tremendous burst of ecstasy that inundated her entire body. Nothing, that is except the succeeding bursts, each more powerful than the one before, as Britt's mouth did things to her that Dora would not have believed possible. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she whimpered. "Oh! Oh! OH!" Dora cried out joyously. 

That morning, she had set up her VCR, expecting to come home and watch the high-quality lesbian videotape, using dildos on her own ass and pussy, until she experienced a pleasant orgasm. Dora had not expected anything remotely like what Britt's talented mouth was bringing about. As she started cumming, her heavy thighs squeezed the head of the woman kneeling before her while her fingers twined in the brown hair, squashing her pussy against Britt's face. 

The head between her legs was a prisoner as Dora thrashed on the sofa, rocking from side to side and back and forth. For the most incredibly pleasurable two minutes of her life, she continued cumming until, with an incoherent cry of triumph, she climaxed. After her orgasm, she completely relaxed, leaving her legs draped over Britt's shoulders while her arms flopped to her sides. Ripples of pleasure still coursed through her body from the tongue that licked up all the juices from her thighs, crotch and pussy lips. 

When she was through with her feast, Britt backed away from under Dora's legs. "You really came big-time, Honey. Do you always cum like that?"

"No. I mean, I've never cum like that." After a few seconds of silence, Dora asked "Can I do the same for you now?" 

"Sure. I'd be pissed off if you didn't. I need it now as much as you did. I think you need to catch your breath though." She started to unbuckle her wide leather belt but stopped. "Do you want me to take off my pants or would you rather do it?" 

"I think I'd rather do it."

"Me too. I mean, I'd rather have you do it. It's more fun that way." She sat next to the naked Dora, who cuddled up against her, still catching her breath. 

The Asian American woman had put in her appearance and the screen showed a close-up of her clever tongue licking the blonde's pussy. Previously, that had been one of Dora's favorite scenes but she just looked at it without paying any attention. Her mind was on a real pussy, the one that she would be licking momentarily, and she hoped to do as well as Britt had with hers. 

In a few minutes, she was ready and Dora got to her feet and knelt in front of Britt, who spread her legs to accommodate her new friend. She unbuckled the belt, clumsily because she was unaccustomed to doing it for somebody else, and followed that by undoing the button at the waist and unzipping the fly. Leaning forward and putting her fingers inside the waistband, she started to pull the blue jeans down. Britt raised her ass off the sofa and Dora pulled them down, and slid each pant leg down to the floor. After Britt lifted her feet, the pants were tossed aside. 

The only garment still to be removed was the pink cotton panties that Britt wore, and Dora slid her fingers under the elastic waistband. They were just as wet in front as her own had been and the aroma was the most wonderful thing she had ever smelled. As she started to pull on them, Britt rose up from the sofa again and moved forward so her pussy was on the edge of the cushion, just inches from Dora's face. After peeling the wet panties down her friend's rather hairy legs, she leaned back to let those legs rest on her shoulders, and leaned forward to gaze at the pussy she would be eating. 

Over the years, Dora had seen many women on many videotapes, and every one of them had displayed a pussy that was cosmetically perfect, with pubic hair that had been either cleverly trimmed or completely removed. However, none of those was as beautiful to her as the one Britt was presenting, nor could she imagine any of them smelling nearly as wonderful. The pussy being offered to her was wet and covered with a thick bush of brown hair but Dora could see the red, swollen lips peeking through. She reached her arms around Britt's skinny thighs, spread the lips with her fingers, and gazed, enraptured into the pink hole that she knew to be the source of the juices with the delightful aroma. Tentatively, Dora reached out her tongue to see if they could possibly taste even a tenth as good as they smelled. 

She was amazed! The juices that were still trickling from Britt's pussy were ambrosia, maybe the most delicious thing Dora had ever tasted. Greedily, she licked all the nectar from the thighs, crotch and lips. By the time she was done, and had drawn back to lick her lips to be sure she had missed none of them, Britt was cooing in pleasure and squirming in front of Dora's face. The taste and the added movements made the pussy n front of her even more lovely and Dora gazed at it, enraptured. 

"Honey, that feels wonderful. I love what you're doing, but don't stop." 

Dora had no intention of stopping but was a bit unsure of what to do next. She remembered what the Asian woman had done with the blonde's pussy, and imitated her as well as she could, extending her tongue and stroking through the pubic hair. Britt's cooing became louder and her movements became more pronounced, both of which were gratifying to Dora because she was obviously doing it right, and giving pleasure to her partner, while receiving pleasure from her.

Everything about it was good to Dora, the sight and the smell and the taste of Britt's pussy and the encouraging sounds she was hearing. Best of all was the way it felt, so soft and spongy to her tongue, and the way Britt was starting to fuck upward into her face. It felt so good to her that she moved her face closer to where she was licking, and let her tongue find its own way, rather than looking to see what she was doing. Until then, Dora had never realized just how sensitive her tongue was as an organ of touch. An added benefit was that the delightful aroma was even better when she was that close.