Wichita Woman Pt. 03

Wichita Woman Pt. 03

This is the conclusion to a 3 part series. Please take note of story tags if any of the subject matter is a turn off. Otherwise, enjoy.

*****

Sara Beth woke up a few hours later, startled for a brief moment to find herself naked in bed with a man who wasn't her husband. And then it all came flooding back to her as she laid there in the motel room.

The curtains were pulled close for privacy, but the late afternoon sunlight peeked in at the edges. There was a stillness in the air, only broken by Robert's deep breathing.

Her body was a little sore, but she otherwise felt refreshed, rejuvenated. Feeling a little warm, she pulled down the covers, and their naked bodies were revealed.

Robert didn't even move. His arm was wrapped around her as she laid on her side snuggled up against him, their bodies both warm and pressed together.

As the blanket lowered, Robert's manhood was uncovered, and Sara Beth studied it while lying in peaceful rest with her new lover.

Robert was flaccid, and she was always amazed at the stark difference between an erect cock and its current state. What now looked almost harmless, like a loose appendage hanging languidly off his body, had earlier manifested as an impressive display of Robert's virility, a primal demonstration of his manhood.

Curious, she reached down to brush her fingers across it, and she smiled when it pulsed lightly in response, and Robert's hulking body began to stir.

Feeling playful, she wrapped her fingers around his penis, touching its softened flexible texture. But it quickly responded, and Robert opened his eyes.

He looked down and saw her playing with his manhood and smiled.

Sara Beth put her other hand on his chest while she began tugging on his cock as he quickly hardened in her grip.

"Well, this is the best wake up call I've ever had," he said while yawning.

"Who said I was doing this for you?" she replied with a playful grin.

"You just enjoy jerking off men you've only been with for a few hours," he countered.

"No, but I don't mind getting a man ready for me to mount," she smiled as she climbed on top of him.

By now, she'd restored his manhood to its fully aroused state. Robert's cock was hard and straight, her hand doing nothing more than lightly going over his length as she positioned herself on top of him.

Sara Beth raised herself up as she straddled his body. Her legs spread on either side of him as she stood on her knees on the bed. She looked down at her older lover as she gave him a wink.

Her pussy was wet in anticipation, and the moistness rubbed off on her hand as she positioned herself to take his cock. She pointed it at her slit, and the head of his cock pressed against her opening, making her gasp as she bit her bottom lip.

"You're enjoying this," Robert observed. "It's like my body is your own personal sex toy."

Sara Beth smiled in embarrassment, knowing that he wasn't wrong.

"I never fashioned myself a boy toy," he mused.

"Maybe we're both making fantasies come true this weekend," she remarked as she lowered herself down.

His cock parted her lips, easily sliding past her wet folds and penetrating her body. It pulsed inside her, announcing its presence, like a caged animal trying to break free.

She lowered herself down until she was sitting on him, happy with herself that she took his entire length.

"Your pussy feels amazing," Robert smiled.

"Your penis feels pretty good inside me too," she responded.

"Why the hang up?" Robert protested. "Calling it a penis sounds clinical, almost scientific. When you're having sex, when you're fucking, just call it a dick, call it a cock."

Sara Beth still wasn't used to cursing, her parents having raised her to be a decent woman who didn't drink or curse, and her husband was too straitlaced to ever utter an epithet. Sara Beth was never as strict, although her parents' and husband's influence still held sway.

"Your cock feels pretty good inside me," she corrected herself with a smile.

"I should hope so if I'm to be a boytoy. Anyway, I'm enjoying the view from down here," he remarked as he reached up and began fondling her tits. "Now are you just going to sit there, or do you intend to fuck me."

"It's like I'm a whole other woman when I'm with you," she mused as she began riding him.

"You said you wanted to live out your fantasy," Robert pointed out. "If you just do the same thing you always do, then what's the point? If you want to spice up your life and try new things, then you need to break the mold, you need to toss aside your old ways of thinking and see life in a new light."

Sara Beth nodded her head. "I suppose you have a point," she conceded.

"There's an old saying, 'when in Rome, do as the Romans do.' You told me your husband is a Baptist, so let me put this in biblical terms you might understand. 'When in Gomorrah, do as Gomorrans do.' Gomorrah was legendary for it's sexual excesses. Orgies and adultery abounded. Caligula, the Roman emperor, later took their sexual excesses to the nth degree."

"Are you asking me to take part in an orgy?" she scoffed. "You know it took all of me to convince myself just to steal away for this weekend affair."

Robert laughed. "Far from it. But you clearly desire things sexually, to experience new kinks that you've never been exposed to before. All I'm saying is that you need to immerse yourself in this other world and allow yourself to enjoy these pleasures of the flesh, to get the full experience in body, mind, and soul."

Sara Beth considered his advice and then remembered her own motivations for engaging in this affair. She had already decided this was a one-time fling, something she just needed to get out of her system, and Robert's words resonated with her. She came here because, even if just for a day, she didn't want to be Sara Beth, the dutifully devoted wife and mother. No, she travelled hours from home to indulge her fantasies, seeking to fulfill her deep longing for sexual satisfaction. This was her moment, and Robert was her guide to the promised land.

And then Robert's cock pulsed inside of her again, reminding her of its presence as she sat on top of him. She looked down at him and smiled.

"Last time you made me climax," she said. "This time, I want to make myself climax while riding you cowgirl."

"You're going to make me your boy toy, using me however you want while I lie here admiring a sexy woman lost in lust. Sounds like a good deal to me."

Sara Beth leaned forward, catching herself with straight arms on the bed, but her hair fell forward, reaching to Robert's face.

"Better buckle up. Could be a bumpy ride," she grinned as she began grinding herself against him.

She moved slowly at first, sliding back and forth on his cock. She was wet, her pussy a moist mound of arousal.

Then she began moving faster, bucking her hips like she was riding him like a wild bronco. Her arms were still straight down on the side of the bed as she leaned over her lover, her gaze fixed on him with a laser focus that could cut through glass.

Her titties jiggled as she moved back and forth, sliding along his pole, and Robert reached up to fondle them, teasing her nipples, and Sara Beth let out a gasp at the instant stimulation.

"You're such a sexy slut," Robert commented.

"Is that what you think I am? A slut?" she responded.

"Isn't that what you want to be?"

"Oh God," she sighed.

Her arousal was climbing, the sweat forming on her skin, making her tits glisten and her hair stringy. Sara Beth's breathing grew shorter, more labored, as her legs neatly slid her body back and forth along his shaft, her pussy a well lubricated fuck hole continually polishing his pole with a thick coating of her juices.

And still she stared at him, smiling as she watched Robert grow tense, his face struggling to contain his emotions as his arousal slowly took hold, unrelenting and pervasive. His muscles tightened, and he began fucking her back, moving his hips in rhythm with her, his cock easily sliding in and out of her wet, sloppy pussy.

"I'm going to make you cum," she vowed.

"You're going to make yourself cum," he countered.

"Well, you are my boytoy," she smirked.

She closed her eyes, just enjoying the moment. His hands were exploring her body. Playing with her tits. Running down the length of her back. Tracing the curve of her face. Her eyes, her nose, her lips. His finger slipped inside her mouth, and she sucked on it while his other hand returned to fondling her tits.

"And you claimed you weren't ready for an orgy," Robert mused. "But here I think you wish you had a second cock to suck on."

Sara Beth opened her eyes and looked at her lover as she gave him a seductive smile while continuing to suck on his finger.

"You enjoy being a slut," he observed.

Sara Beth moaned in response.

"You like being stuffed full of cock," he reiterated.

Sara Beth moaned even louder.

"You're such a hot little minx," Robert remarked. "It's a pity your husband doesn't know what a sexy devil he's got at home."

She spat out his finger. "He can't handle me. He just cums right away. I need a real man who can last, who knows how to fuck a woman."

"So instead, you literally drive halfway across the next state just to get your needy pussy stuffed with a real man's cock," he alleged.

"Shit!" she cursed.

"You're so fucking close, just let yourself cum," he encouraged her.

"Fuck!" she swore.

"That filthy little mouth is so sexy on you."

"Fuck you," she spat back.

"What do you think you're doing?" he wryly replied.

"Fuck!" she screamed, and her body exploded in climax. Her whole body began shaking uncontrollably. Her arms weakened, and her body collapsed on top of Robert's, the soft fleshy orbs of her breasts pressing against his chest. Her head fell on his shoulders, but her hips kept moving, kept fucking him as she wrapped her legs under his.

As she slowed down, Robert began fucking her back, moving his hips up, driving his cock in and out of her body, his cock neatly slicing through her folds and driving through her orgasm.

"Fuck, that feels so good," she cried.

"I like this dirty talking side of you," he whispered.

She was so much smaller than him that he cradled her in his arms and felt her body still shaking form the orgasm. He impaled himself in her, the warmth of her pussy so tender, and he held himself balls deep inside her as he ejaculated, his cum shooting out, filling her canal with his thick creamy concoction, his cock pulsing with each shot as his cum fired off shot after shot until it overflowed and dripped past her hole and down his engorged manhood.

Both of them exhausted, the two lovers just laid in each other's arms as their sweat, cum, and juices all mixed together, and the pungent aroma of their lovemaking hung in the air.

*****

"I don't know what came over me," Sara Beth gushed after a long period of silence.

Robert sat up in the bed. "That's what you came here searching for, isn't it? To experience another side to life. To explore another side to yourself. To be someone you can't be with your husband."

Sara Beth nodded her head. "I suppose you're right. Thank you, by the way, I think."

"You think?" Robert laughed.

Sara Beth looked sheepish. "I'm still somewhat embarrassed by how I act with you. It's like you bring out this whole other side of me."

Robert scoffed. "You shouldn't feel embarrassed or ashamed for being your true self. It's no sin to have sexual desires and wants. We're two consenting adults. No one is getting hurt, emotionally or physically. What is it of anyone else's business?"

"My husband wouldn't feel the same? My parents wouldn't feel the same? They'd be horrified if they knew where I was right now," Sara Beth lamented.

"Maybe they should be more concerned with your happiness?" Robert suggested.

"They're good people," she insisted. "They really do love me and have my best interests at heart."

"I'm sure they do, but maybe the things they want for you are different from what you want for yourself."

Sara Beth laid back and sighed loudly. "You may have a point," she conceded.

"Besides, your husband and your parents don't have any idea you're here, right?" he reminded her.

"Well yeah, but if they ever found out about this weekend, their view of me would be turned completely upside down," she replied grimly.

"That's not my point."

"Then, what exactly is?" she asked.

"How well do you ever really know anyone?" Robert answered. "Who's to say your mother never had a weekend getaway like you're having right now?"

"Hush your mouth!" she shot back.

"A weekend where your mother indulged her own sexual desires. What if your mother is a sex freak, and you just had no idea. Are you sure your parents don't have handcuffs, whips, and chains hidden in a box under their bed," he suggested.

Sara Beth laughed. "I'm sure they don't."

"Are you as sure as they are that you're their good little girl who would never cheat on her husband," he coldly pointed out.

Sara Beth's face turned somber. "I still can't imagine my parents even having a sex life."

"Well, you know they had sex at least once," Robert pointed out.

"I was born about nine months after their honeymoon," Sara Beth chuckled.

"Do you regret this weekend?" Robert asked after a moment of silence.

Sara Beth nuzzled her face into Robert's chest as she leaned into him. "No. I don't," she decided.

*****

They ordered pizza and stayed in for the evening, growing more comfortable with each other as the night wore on. They discovered a measure of freedom in each other's arms, asking questions they didn't dare ask anyone else in their lives, trying to demystify the divide between men and women.

They made love again and then settled into an hours long conversation, alternately talking and laughing like old friends while taking turns exploring each other's bodies.

Robert inspected her body, poring over every inch and counting all her moles, much to her horror. In response, she attempted to count the hairs on his chest, much to his amusement.

She played around with jerking him off, getting a feel for what he enjoyed. How hard she could pull on him and squeeze his shaft before the pleasure turned to pain, and then playing with his balls to learn what actions brought pleasure, pain, or indifference.

Similarly, she experimented with different techniques for giving head. She tasted her own juices on his manhood as she licked him clean and played with his taint. She played with the head of his cock, licking his shaft like an ice cream, and keeping her lips just over the head of his cock while her hand jerked his shaft.

And Robert also took a similar opportunity to explore the secrets to pleasuring a woman. He studied the folds of her labia and rubbed on her mound. He played with her clitoris, applying different pressures to her nub and learning that a slow but steady approach produced the best results. More pressure didn't equate to more pleasure, as she instructed him.

And then he slipped two fingers inside her. Sara Beth was wet, and she moaned out in pleasure as he eventually found her G spot. With one hand working her pleasure point, and his other hand playing with her clit, Sara Beth was soon a writhing sloppy mess as she screamed her way through another orgasm.

They fell asleep in each other's arms long after midnight, their bodies spent but their faces aglow in sexual satisfaction as they drifted off to slumber.

*****

The morning sun peeked past the curtains as Sara Beth returned to bed after peeing. Her movements roused Robert, and he yawned as he stretched his arms and opened his eyes, his legs kicking the blanket down and revealing his morning wood.

"Eek," Sara Beth grimaced as she sat down on the bed.

Robert laughed. "Did the beer goggles wear off and now you're horrified by the sight of me the morning after?"

"I didn't even drink last night," she pointed out.

"Neither did I, though you're still one sexy momma, by the way," he complimented her.

Now it was Sara Beth's turn to laugh. "No, it's just, this bed is a mess. I'm a mess," she sighed as she pulled at her matted hair. "These sheets, my skin, my hair. It's like this entire room just reeks of sweat and sex."

"Gee, I wonder why?" Robert laughed.

"Don't be a smartass," Sara Beth replied, putting her hands on her hips, but unable to hide a smirk. "I can't exactly go home smelling of sex without my husband maybe suspecting something."

Robert sat up in bed. "How about this," he proposed as he stood up, walked over, and placed an arm around her shoulder. "Let's get you cleaned up."

"You're going to clean me up. Why you're the one who created this mess," she protested as he pulled her into the bathroom.

"All the better then that I should clean up my own mess, although I think you had a hand in creating 'this mess', as you call it. I seem to recall that pussy leaking all over me and down your leg last night," he lewdly reminded her.

Robert turned on the water to the shower tub and adjusted it to a nice warm temperature.

"You're so crude," she complained as she slapped his chest playfully.

"Besides, as much fun as we had making a mess, who says it can't be just as much fun cleaning it up," he suggested.

"Check out is 10 AM. It's already almost 9," Sara Beth fretted.

"Look, you already said that you've got to get cleaned up, so what are you worried about. So, let's get cleaned up, and then we can get dressed and maybe catch brunch across the parking lot before we head back to reality."

Sara Beth took a deep breath. "I suppose I need to learn to just enjoy the moment."

"There's my girl," Robert smiled.

They stepped into the shower together and pulled the shower curtain around them. The hot water cascaded down, rinsing off the grimy feeling from her skin as she laid her head back and let the waters run through her hair as steam began to fill the space.

She opened her eyes and saw Robert standing right in front of her, his eyes admiring her naked body.

"God, you make me feel so short," she said, lamenting her five foot stature while standing in front of him.

"It's a good thing you're not any taller. You might be too much woman for me, otherwise," Robert replied with a grin.

Sara Beth grabbed a washcloth, wetted it, and then soaped it up until it was all sudsy.

She smiled as she began to apply a soapy lather to his chest.

"I'm going to miss you," she said fondly.

Her hands quickly dragged the washcloth south, and soon she was working over his manhood. She spent an inordinate amount of time rubbing the washcloth back and forth on him as he quickly hardened, and her fingers wrapped the cloth tightly against his shaft as he pulsed repeatedly.

Dropping to her knees in the shower, Sara Beth let the waters rush over his manhood and wash off the suds as she moved the washcloth over his legs. Meanwhile, his cock was at attention, and she couldn't resist the temptation.

Her lips opened and she took him in her mouth, which made Robert gasp.

"And here I thought we were trying to avoid making another mess," he remarked.

"We'll rinse you off real good before we finish, so that you're all clean," she said as she threw him a wink.

"I'll have to make sure to return the favor," he offered.

Sara Beth smiled. "I'm counting on that."

After she was done soaping him up, she shampooed his hair and then rinsed off his whole body.

Robert shook his head to shake the water from his hair after she was done, and then he looked at her. "And now it's your turn," he declared.

He repeated the process for her, applying a generous amount of soap to the washcloth until it was all sudsy, and then he took his time soaping her body. He lingered for a long moment on her breasts, repeatedly going over them and squeezing each nipple several times, which made her wince in pleasure.

"I think you're taking advantage of me," she smirked.

"And I think you're rather enjoying being taken advantage of," he laughed as he pulled the washcloth down and clamped his lips around one of her breasts.

His tongue began flicking at her nipple, teasing it while Sara Beth sighed, her back feeling weak, and Robert's strong arm reached around to catch her and hold her steady.

Robert proceeded to drop to his knees. He had her place one foot on a built-in soap holder, and then he spent a long time running the washcloth over her pussy, giving it plenty of special attention.

After a while, he threw the washcloth down, and he proceeded to outright finger her, his digits immediately finding their way back to the G spot he had worked so expertly the night before.

Robert's other hand ran up and down her leg and then began fondling her ass.

Sara Beth jumped in shock when his finger began playing with her asshole.

"What are you doing?" she asked, still startled.

"Just thought if this was a weekend of sexual exploration, then that seemed like the obvious thing we hadn't explored yet," he explained.

"I mean it is, but - " her voice trailed off, unsure.

"I don't mean to push you into doing anything you don't want to do," Robert said, backing off as the shower continued spraying down, the water dripping off her hair and down onto him as he knelt down before her.

The steam mist filled the shower and the entire bathroom as he patiently waited for her next words.

"Have you done it before?" Sara Beth asked cautiously.

Robert's smile gleamed in response.

"I take it you enjoyed it. What about your partner?" she followed up.

Robert stood up to his full height in the shower, and now he again towered over Sara Beth.

"The key is lubrication," he explained. "We've got the soap here. It'd have to do."

"Boy, somebody's really excited about anal," Sara Beth laughed.

"That's because I know you've got a virgin ass, so I know how tight you're going to be around my cock," Robert said excitedly. "I'll tell you right now, I don't think I'll last very long as tight as I imagine it'll feel."

"And what about for me," Sara Beth asked curiously.

"The key is to just relax," he patiently described. "I'll take it really slowly. You'll need a minute to adjust. I won't lie to you. If I just tried to ram my cock into you, it'd probably be painful. I made that mistake with a lover a long time ago. Neither of us knew any better at the time. But she told me later it felt like I was ripping open her flesh, and it was just an overall unpleasant painful experience for her. But if we take it slowly in the beginning and ease into it, giving you time for your body to adjust, then you'll feel things you've never felt before."

Sara Beth was almost shaking in nervousness. "Good things?" she asked skeptically.

"You'll love it. I promise," he vowed.

Sara Beth was clearly conflicted. She bit her bottom lip for a moment as she considered the proposal. She thought about how this was her weekend to try new things. "Fine," she finally decided. "When in Gomorrah, as you said earlier. But you'd better not make me regret this."

Robert clapped his hands together in excitement as his face broke into a wide cheeky grin.

Seconds later, Sara Beth was bent over in the shower, the hot water splashing down on her back while Robert stood behind her. She spread her feet wider, bracing them against the sidewalls of the tub.

"Lordy, what am I getting myself into?" she sighed.

"You're either going to love it or hate it. I just hope it's the first result," he remarked.

"For your sake, it'd better be," she shot back.

"Yes, ma'am," Robert replied.

Sara Beth was bent over at the waist, and she hung her head down and looked behind her. She saw Robert's cock hanging down, flaccid but still impressively long. She couldn't help thinking to herself that he was almost hung like a horse, and she shivered in nervous fear, wondering how it could ever fit in her ass.

"Hold still," Robert called out. "I'm trying to get this right back here."

She inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to calm herself down, still fearful that she'd end up regretting this act, and that it might even cast a dark pall over her memories of what was an otherwise enthralling weekend.

She remembered how she had earlier likened her weekend affair to her grandparents dream destination. Her grandparents ended up in Hawaii, but instead of picturesque beaches and volcanoes, Sara Beth was bent over naked in a shower in a roadside motel literally about to take it up the ass. She was suddenly questioning her life choices.

And then something poked at her anal opening. It didn't penetrate, but it was almost as if it was knocking on the door and announcing its presence. Her ass puckered up in response, and she recalled how Robert mentioned that he looked forward to how tight her ass would feel wrapped around his cock.

True to his word, Robert took things slowly, and Sara Beth felt him press against her anal opening again, only this time he slowly pushed forward until her ass wrapped around him. She closed her eyes, anticipating a jolt of pain, but as it penetrated an inch deep, nerves lit up in stimulation that she never even knew existed, and she gasped in surprised laughter.

"Are you alright?" Robert asked.

Sara Beth exhaled and tried to steady her breath, but she nodded her affirmation, and Robert pressed forward another inch. The soapy slipperiness seemed to be spreading around, and after an initial twinge of pain, it was quickly replaced by a whole other set of nerves that were set off.

The sensations were different, not the aroused lust that playing with her pussy provided, but it was almost like a ticklish, yet still wildly pleasurable sensation.

Sara Beth felt so vulnerable and helpless standing there bent over in the shower as the hot water splattered across her back, but she was impressed that she had taken him so easily, thinking that her original fears about anal sex being painful were unfounded.

"Very good. The test run was a success. Now we can try the real thing," Robert remarked as he pulled out of her.

Sara Beth turned around in confusion, and Robert wiggled his finger, and her eyes widened in shock.

"That was just your finger," she realized.

"Oh, did you think that was my dick?" Robert roared in laughter. "You thought I had a little pencil dick. You should know better after last night."

Sara Beth hung her head down, still determined to at least try anal sex, but suddenly fearful all over again about him literally ripping her a new hole.

"Don't worry," Robert reassured her, sensing her trepidation. "I'll still take it real slow. Just tell me if it's too much, and I'll stop."

And then his cock pressed against her entrance, and her ass tightened up in response all over again, almost like she was trying to stave off a muscle cramp. His manhood felt immensely larger than the earlier digital penetration, and she couldn't imagine how wide she'd have to be stretched to take him.

"I don't know about this," she shrieked out in a worried high-pitched tone.

"Do you want me to stop," Robert offered.

"I'll tell you if I need you to stop. Keep going for now," she answered grim-faced but determined.

His cock pushed forward again, forcing her ass to widen as he penetrated past her opening, and Sara Beth fell to her knees inside the bathtub. All the pain, the pleasure, the sensations were intensified tenfold compared to earlier.

He was maybe an inch inside her, and he dropped down with her, holding his cock firmly planted in her.

"Still hanging in there?" Robert asked with concern in his voice.

Her ass was still clenched, and she realized that wasn't helping her take him in. Sara Beth took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down and relax her muscles. As her body settled down, she realized that her ass was accepting his cock, and the feelings of muscle cramp and pain subsided. She wiggled her ass, feeling the tip of his manhood inside her, and he took it as a signal to keep pressing forward.

His massive cock snaked its way deeper and deeper into her ass, the soap he had lathered over his manhood taking effect and helping him slide in, slowly driving deeper and lighting up new nerves, stimulating new sensations, and sending her into sensory overload with every inch it penetrated. Her breathing was short and labored as she braced herself for a shot of intense pain that always seemed on the verge of release but was always held at bay as the slip sliding effects of the suds took effect.

And then his balls pressed against her taint, and she realized that she had taken Robert's entire length, and she breathed a sigh of relief. He held himself still inside her, his cock pulsing while his hand hands grazed down the length of her back, tracing along the curve of her spine.

Robert said something, but she could barely even hear him. The rush of the water splashing all around drowned out his voice, and she was lost in a new world of strange alien sensations that she still struggled to understand.

They tickled and teased, leaving her unsure what to even expect once they started actually fucking.

"I'm ready," she declared, figuring she'd just dive headfirst into the deep end of the pool and discover if she'd sink or swim.

As Robert pulled back, his shaft dragged along her anal pathway, and a whole new series of vibrations and tremors were unleashed. A million nerve-endings were triggered, and Sara Beth was overwhelmed by the intense sensations as Robert truly began fucking her up the ass.

He pushed back in, and then he began maintaining a steady rhythm as his cock sawed through her opening.

"Fuck, you're tight," Robert muttered.

Sara Beth closed her eyes and let herself sink into all the new stimulations she was experiencing. Her toes were already curled, and she grabbed onto the side of the bathtub for support.

She let out low moans of unmistakable arousal and pleasure, and Robert, acting on cue, took the opportunity to start fucking her even harder.

"You're taking it like a champ," he remarked.

"Just what a girl wants to hear. That she's really talented at taking it up the tailpipe," she retorted.

"Everyone has secret talents. Maybe we found yours," he joked.

"Fuck you," she replied in playful laughter, still in disbelief over her current predicament.

"Oh, you know you like it," he teased her.

"Damn it," she spat out as the raw sensuality of the moment overwhelmed her, flooding her senses and emotions with unbridled stimulation.

To her surprise, her body was adjusting to taking his cock as he began sliding smoothly in and out of her ass, the length of his pole neatly sawing through her body.

He was pounding her, his body ramming into hers, the water flying off and spraying everywhere with each hard thrust. He felt so huge inside her, as if he was stretching her to the limit where she might come apart at the seams, but she was indeed taking him, the head of his cock reaching so impossibly deep that she couldn't help but wonder if her insides were being rearranged.

The shower still poured down over both of them, the loud splatter of water crashing every time their skin slapped against one another with each hard thrust.

Sara Beth's body was like a live wire, and her muscles tightened up. Her legs and arms braced against the sides of the tub as she tried to steady herself against the anal onslaught.

The water ran down her body, pouring over every inch of her skin and dripping off her erogenous zones, including her nipples and labial lips, which only added fuel to the flame of her arousal.

She reached a hand down, desperate to tickle that itch, to satisfy that urge, that desire.

Her fingers began playing with her pussy, her forefingers rubbing her labia while her thumb played with her clit, and it was like instant sensory overload.

Sara Beth gasped and bit down on her bottom lip as she instantly drew herself close to an orgasm.

"You really are enjoying this," Robert observed, and then his hand slapped hard against her ass, sending water flying off her body and across the length of the tub, and she let out another gasp mixed in with an undeniable moan of pleasure.

"I'm not going to be able to hold on much longer" he warned her.

Part of her was relieved, but another part didn't want it all to end. She was in a near euphoric state, her fingers furiously pleasuring her pussy while his cock continued hammering her ass, although now she was desperate to drive herself to climax before he would cum in her ass.

"God, I'm a slut," she realized.

"Say it with pride," Robert responded.

"I'm a slut!" she shouted out, not caring who heard her.

"Again," he implored.

"I'm a slut!" she screamed as she pinched down on her labia between her fingers, and her body jolted in climax.

The cock in her ass, the fingers on her pussy, the water on her skin, they all combined together, sending her endless nerve endings into an explosion as her body shook uncontrollably. For a brief moment, she went deaf and blind, as if time stood still, and she briefly crossed over to an alternate universe where all she could feel was the pure pleasure of her body in climax as it flooded her entire soul, drowning out everything else.

And then Robert slapped her ass again, and it rocked her back to reality, bringing her violently back into the real world. The sound of the water spraying down, the feel of his cock digging her ass out, it all came rushing back.

"Fuck!" Robert shouted as he impaled himself in her, and her ass tightened around his cock as he erupted, shooting cum shot after cum shot deep into her as her ass kept puckering around him as if it was milking him dry.

Both of them were a heaving mess, barely able to catch their breath and left speechless after their intense orgasms.

Robert quickly softened inside her, and his cock slipped out of her ass as he sat slumped against the back of the tub, but Sara Beth's body was almost frozen in position, her muscles tight and her body feeling like she might pull a muscle something if she moved an inch.

The shower was still raining down, and Sara Beth reached up to turn off the water. Maybe it was just the wet tub being slippery, or maybe it was her weakened state, but her arms and legs gave out, and she collapsed, her body splayed out on the bottom of the tub as the last of the bath water rushed out the drain.

"Are you okay, Sara Beth?" Robert asked, concerned if she'd been hurt.

"I feel like I've been run over by a truck," she admitted.

Then she turned her head to look back at him and saw the concern on Robert's face, so she cut him off before he could speak.

"But I like it," she added with a sly smile.

*****

An hour later, Robert had officially checked out of the Best Western Inn, and their bags were packed and loaded up in their cars. They were seated in the diner across the parking lot, waiting for their brunch orders to be served.

"Thank you for this weekend," Sara Beth said demurely.

"Believe me, the pleasure was all mine," Robert answered.

"It wasn't all yours," she replied with a wink.

"That's true. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I just hope this weekend somehow lived up to your outsized expectations."

"I won't soon forget this weekend, but I feel like I'm being judged now," she remarked as her eyes scanned across the other diner patrons.

"Why? Everything you did this weekend, I did as well, in case you forgot," he reminded her.

"I remember, you dummy, I was there," she laughed. "But I feel like these people, I don't know, like somehow they know we were doing the nasty."

"Didn't you know, having anal sex turns your skin purple?" he joked. "You're marked for life."

"Shut up," she shot back with a laugh.

"You did declare yourself a slut now, though."

"Pipe down," she shushed him. "Someone might hear you."

Robert peered around. There was no one within ten feet of them, and Gretchen Wilson's "Redneck Woman" rang out from the restaurant speakers, drowning out their conversation from anyone more than a few feet away. Not a single other patron reacted as he scanned the room. They were all lost in their own worlds.

"You know this means you have to get a tattoo to make your slut status official," he remarked, ignoring her concern.

Sara Beth laughed, accepting that their conversation was private. "What, you want me to get it stamped across my forehead?"

"At least a tramp stamp on the lower back," he chuckled.

Just then the waitress returned with their food. It was the same waitress as when they met yesterday afternoon, and Sara Beth instinctively turned away in shame, recalling how the waitress overheard her talking about Robert trying to get in her panties the day before.

"Is there anything else I can get you two?" the waitress politely asked.

Feeling impulsive and knowing she'd never see the waitress again, Sara Beth gathered her courage and replied cheekily, "No, we're good, but I thought you'd like to know that he got into my panties, after all."

The waitress was clearly flummoxed and just turned and walked away, much to Sara Beth's delight.

"I don't know what came over me," she gushed.

"Well, look at you coming out of your shell, Sara Beth," Robert commented. "Will wonders never cease?"

"I figure there's other ways to own my new slut status than getting a tattoo."

Robert smiled. "Will I ever see you again?" he asked after taking a long sip of coffee.

Sara Beth paused, clearly conflicted. "I don't think so," she finally answered. "This weekend was exactly what I was looking for, it's just, I've got my whole life to return to. As much as I enjoyed our time together, I think it's a one-time affair. I hope you understand."

Robert took another long sip of his coffee before nodding his head. "You've got your life, and I've got mine. I respect that. You're a special woman, though, Sara Beth. And you're far sexier than you realize. If you ever change your mind, you know how to find me," he reminded her.

"You're on my friends list, NTXProf940," she smiled wistfully as she recalled all their AOL chats.

"It's been good meeting you, WitchChick74," he replied with a heavy sigh. "I won't forget you."

Sara Beth's eyes turned misty. "I know," she said softly. "I know."

*****

The end.