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        Chapter 1: Carmen and Tanya
        "Starting in the  middle of a large story,
        after the end of a young story,
        before the beginning of a male story." 

It was more about Tanya's careless rejection of a dissocialized youth than 
it was about Carmen. 

I had been teasing Jeanie for forty-five minutes. Fifteen minutes, my hand 
played through clothing. Thirty minutes, a systematic licking, teasing her 
closer and closer to orgasm. 

Our sex had not been like this, but the potential was there. I needed 
orgasms to roll through her body in an avalanche. 

A relentless pounding. 

I did not know if I could willfully drive her pleasure there. Even if I 
could not break her will though I had started the game with a fifth ace. 

She wanted me inside her but I needed her to come to heel. I needed her to 
drive Carmen and Tanya to me. 

Jeanie was not cooperating. 

"You can... just... fuck... me.all summer!" she panted through quick 
touches of my tongue. I could fuck her all summer but then again I could 
fuck them all. 

All summer. 

Jeanie had rumors about her flying around since the day she hit puberty. 

Stupid boy things. 

"Did you see her sigh and her eyes roll back when I said 'sitting on 
something long and hard'?" 

"She bumped into me and I felt her hand on my cock AND she squeezed it-I'm 
telling you she squeezed it." 

I knew who Jeanie was but we did not mix with the same crowd. I had been 
at State being prematurely recruited when I ran into her at a frat party. 
She was being pawed by a brother and latched onto me as a way of getting 
away. It was frat boys scraping the bottom of a female barrel party and as 
one of the few attractive ones she was getting too much attention. 

One of my uncles told me "as long as a woman gives you time and attention, 
patience will get her pants off". I was four years old so if you need to 
place blame start with them. Jeanie did not want to play with these 
particular frat boys so she had to give me time and attention. Patience, I 
put on the table long before I met Jeanie. 

It was our first kiss that did it. I kissed her hungry and aggressive. 

Jeanie liked hungry and aggressive. 

She was close to giving in. She had begun to beg stop/fuck me. I had told 
her before we started that I was going to try to convince her with my body 
to chase Carmen and Tanya to me. 

I lied. 

I was planning to use her body. She had played at being angry but we were 
sex. If it got her better sex, she was going to listen to the pitch. 

I had pulled out of a kiss to tear her jeans down her legs. It must have 
looked like I was just going to dive in headfirst. Instead, I let the 
pitch roll off my tongue. 

She was plenty sexually experienced for a girl in her senior year of 
high school. It did not matter; I had been with two women who could 
think/speak/act their darkest sexual thought. Jeanie had not yet looked 
into that side of her soul and there lay the fifth ace. 

I started with light pats of my tongue on her clit; not strokes, just 
light taps where clit hid behind folds. I moved my tongue up and down, 
licking fast when her clit came out of hiding. Her breathing quickened as 
brief flashes of pleasure struck her body. 

Starting at the bottom of her pussy I used my tongue to split her lips and 
moved upward until with an almost harsh snap I crossed her clit 
vertically. She grabbed the bedding in tight fists and caught the scream 
escaping her throat. I repeated the plowing until she was arching her 
back, squeezing her asscheeks together, and grunting with each harsh 
flick. 

I stopped; she whined. 

It took every pussy eating technique I had been taught, and I had to 
invent some to keep her from coming. Jeanie had the type of orgasmic climb 
I liked. She needed the same stroke you had started with to take her over 
the edge. This meant two things; if you changed strokes before the point 
of no return she would stop climbing and take a step back but if you 
changed strokes after she came it could set her off again. 

I opened her folds to lash her clit with my tongue only to stop and bite 
down lightly on the space between her inner thigh and her pussy. I licked 
her inner lips to expose her clit again. I took it into my mouth and tried 
to suck/bite/lick it at the same time. I drove my tongue as deep into her 
as I could, and licked my way out while snaking my hand underneath her ass 
to rub the small of her back. I did this for some time, it kept her on the 
same plane of pleasure. She started to rub back on me. I put my hands on 
her inner thighs and forced her to spread wider. 

I pulled back to look at my handiwork. Jeanie had a very attractive pussy 
with the bonus of being completely shaved. While my favorite pubic 
hairstyle is a shaved slim line, for eating pussy I was partial to 
completely shaved. She humped the air trying to get me to continue. 

I heard the door move and it took willpower not to look. 

Jeanie had been a teenage pregnancy by an older married man. Her mother, 
Cara, had dealt with her lover's abandonment with many tears but had not 
let it break her. Even through the normal teenage rebellion, Jeanie 
admired the lengths to which her mother had gone to raise her and be 
successful. I knew Jeanie's mother would not interrupt us. I had been in 
Jeanie's bed before and she had to know what was going with a pair of 
teenagers behind a closed door with a bed in the room. 

There was another reason I kept going. Jeanie loved the burn and she came 
by that through her mother. It was in their eyes; men were flame. They 
loved the heat; what it did to them, for them. What I was doing to Jeanie, 
imposing my will upon her pleasure, it was something Cara craved also. 

I went back to work with my tongue. Fast plows through her lips upward to 
flick her clit. Side to side caresses and then swipes. Sucking her clit 
into my mouth, only to bite it, only to lick the hint of pain away. 

Only to do all three at the same time. 

"PLEASE!" she half-screamed telling me it was time to make it worse. I 
flickered my tongue vertically along her clit. It took some control. If I 
was too close I gave her what she needed but if I was too far away the 
flicks would miss too often. I had to hold on to her thighs hard so she 
would not move. She grabbed the sheets in tight fists. I heard the door 
open wider and one heel on the ground moving our voyeur a step closer. 

I was too busy to look up. 

I kept my tongue moving up and down barely touching her clit. She tried to 
close the contact. I let go of her thighs and trapped her wrists in my 
hands. Her legs dropped onto my shoulders and she started kicking my back 
gently with her heels. I kept my tongue moving trying to move it up and 
down her clit as fast as I could. I heard the heels approach the bed and 
stop at the edge of it. I kept my tongue moving, she was grunting in a 
slow unbroken whine. 

"please... David... please... please... please..." 

I let her say it for 15 seconds keeping my tongue moving. I pulled up and 
said, "Please what Jeanie?" 

I went back to work on her clit. 

"Please... David... PLEASE!" 

I kept the light touch of my tongue on longer this time. I felt weight on 
the bed. 

"Please what, Jeanie?" 

She could not say anything but 'please'. 

I did not care. 

She had to cave for my summer plans to bear fruit. I went back to work and 
with sheer willpower got my tongue to flick across her clit faster. She 
fought to loose my hold. I could not let her do that; she would attack 
herself to finish. I held on to her hands and pulled her to me backing up 
enough to not give her more contact with my tongue. I kept at it, up/down 
up/down, up/down as fast as I could. 

"okay... okay... kay... okay... kay." 

I stayed where I was and let say her new prayer for a full minute before I 
pulled up. 

"Okay, what Jeanie?" She would not answer so I went back this time 
starting slow and moving up in speed only to slow back down. I tried to 
make the touch on her clit even lighter. 

"OH MY GOD!! Okay... okay... I'll do it... I'll do anything." I felt Cara 
sit on the bed as her daughter's will gave before mine. 

I pulled Jeanie off the bed onto the floor turning her in the process so 
that her ass was in my crotch. I stood up to remove my shirt and push my 
pants down with my underwear. I heard Cara take in a hard breath as my 
hard-on was exposed. 

Genetics had been on my side. My father and the men on my mother's side of 
the family had a well-established reputation for size. I had a little 
growing to do but I had enough length and girth to have to make sure a 
woman was ready to accept me. My uncles told me that making a woman ready 
for you is not something she will hold against you though. 

I got down where Jeanie wanted me. I needed to lubricate myself. I took 
the best option available and grabbing my dick rubbed the head on Jeanie. 
She groaned at the contact; she was ready so I decided against waiting. 
She had agreed to what I wanted so she deserved to get what she wanted and 
more. 

I did it slow. 

She tried to push back on me but I put my hands on her asscheeks to hold 
her in place. 

"PLEASE!" she begged. 

I controlled my penetration; slow and steady letting her body adjust to 
the invasion it wanted. I hit her bottom and pulled back just as slow 
until only the head of my dick was in her. I pulled her asscheeks apart 
and up, I lowered my body to get more contact on her clit as I penetrated 
back into her. 

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed heatedly, fighting to drive herself on me. I 
let her fight but maintained the pace I wanted. I concentrated on the 
purpose at hand; fucking Jeanie into a delirious submission. 

She would not appreciate her first orgasm at that pace. It would be okay 
though, orgasms that are not quite what a woman wants usually means if you 
try they will come exactly how they want later. More orgasms are something 
else my uncles told me women were not likely to hold against me. 

I settled into slow ins/outs. I watched myself because I did not want to 
look at Cara. If she were looking at us like I knew she was, I would lose 
control. I had seen the sexual hunger I had touched in Jeanie reflected in 
Cara's eyes. I had heard her intake of breath at my size. 

The slow and steady pace was beginning to get to Jeanie. I felt her 
reluctant climb to the edge. She wanted harder but her body would take 
what I was willing to give. I felt her start to come, she grunted and 
tried to shove back against me. I prevented it and kept the slow pace as 
her pussy gripped my cock desperately. She let out a low, slow groan as 
the orgasm washed over her. 

I had been waiting for that. I started singular poundings into her. I 
pulled back as far as I could and penetrated her with strength. Her head 
came up the first time I did it. I pulled back with the same slow pace as 
had dragged her to orgasm but I plowed forward with strength. 

"YES!" she exclaimed as she tried to fight me again to help me in 
penetrating her pussy. I held her in place though; I wanted to stay in 
control of the action. She stopped coming down from her orgasm; her body 
reaching for another one as I continued to pull back slowly and pound my 
dick into her with authority. 

It did not take long for Jeanie to crest into orgasm again. I left myself 
fully inside her and enjoyed the sensation of her pussy trying to squeeze 
me out. I tightened my hands on her hips, pulled her back while pushing my 
hips forward. Her pussy was fighting to push me out, but my body won its 
claim to remain inside her. 

When she was completely down from that orgasm, I grabbed her hair and 
guided her up and forward so that her hips cornered the bed. This put her 
upper body on the bed but her hips turned the corner and her legs 
straightened off the bed. It was one of my favorite positions, and the 
last time we had done it I noticed something was hitting right because she 
went nuts. I pulled her head up a bit so that I could show her the fifth 
ace. 

"Jeanie..." 

"Nnngh" she tried to turn around, tried to get me to move inside her. I 
ground into her for a couple of seconds; her breath caught. There was 
definitely a spot that I could hit in this position that her body loved. 

"Carmen and Tanya..." I pulled out slowly and stroked back in just as 
slowly. I wanted her ready. 

"I'll make a gift of them to you." 

She gasped. 

Cara gasped too. 

I had seen Jeanie look at women. She was young and the reputation she had 
at school needed nothing added to it but the wanting was there. It was the 
fifth ace; Carmen and Tanya, hers to play with. 

I grabbed her shoulders to get leverage, pulled back and pounded back in 
fast. In and out of her, not having sex but taking her. Taking her further 
into submission, taking her into being a willing accomplice in stampeding 
Carmen and Tanya, taking her right to burning to make Carmen and Tanya 
mine and hers. Her body convulsed as her mind told her I could do it. If I 
could bend Jeanie to my will, what challenge could those two present. 

She came and came. 

I do not know how often only that from the fifth hard stroke she started 
gasping her orgasms out and did not stop. I kept to the controlled hard 
and fast in and outs, it felt good to me too. I looked down at myself; my 
cock seemed to be entering her ass because of the angle. I thought maybe 
someday I would be fucking that cute ass of Jeanie's but it was not 
necessary yet. I used my view of my dick entering/leaving her body to stay 
in control. 

I felt myself heighten into my own pleasure. There was nothing I could do 
to stop it, not if I wanted to keep Jeanie at the level she was at. No 
amount of staring at myself or biting my lip, nothing was going to stop my 
orgasm if I kept the pace. She had collapsed on the bed and the orgasm(s) 
were still beating her body as a result of the position, my stroking and 
her imagination feeding her thoughts of what she could do with Carmen and 
Tanya. 

I pulled out and thrust back in harder than I meant to as I started to 
lose control. I held myself deep inside her; it was just enough to delay 
my orgasm. I pulled out and thrust back in pulled out and thrust back in, 
pulled out and thrust back in. She started to push back; her body stopped 
cumming and started building up for one huge final orgasm. I could feel 
her reaching for it as her hands went behind her to dig her nails into my 
hips calling for me to stay in control long enough to get her there. I 
pulled out and thrust back shorter harder than I had been. She gasped and 
her body got closer to the monstrous edge it had built in front of my 
strokes. 

I stopped paying attention to her and focused on my cock. All the feeling 
in my body seemed to be centered along the length of it, on how her pussy 
lips felt fighting the outward motion and how they welcomed me as I 
stroked back in. 

It built even higher for both of us. 

I had been here before with Jeanie if not before such a grand orgasmic 
edifice. I knew what I could do to make her explode but control myself. I 
grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulled back, ground myself completely 
inside her and held. It was the way she liked to end in this position. She 
rotated her hips on me; deep inside I could feel her massaging herself 
with the head of my penis. Her head came back relieving the pressure on 
her hair. I tightened the pressure and mimicked her motion with my hips. 
It was a huge orgasm. Her pussy did not fight to expel me this time but 
opened for me. I let her hair go and she collapsed on the bed. Her hips 
ground against me pulling the last dregs of pleasure from her orgasm. 

I stayed still inside her until her body was done. I stayed still inside 
her until my body stopped screaming for me to move that last time that 
would make me come. 

I could excuse my next action by saying it was taught instinct. My uncles, 
Iris, my step-aunts, my mother, all of them had been a party to that 
instinct but like Jeanie I had been a willing accomplice to the lessons. 

I pulled slowly out of Jeanie allowing our audience to see the way her 
body wanted to keep me in her. 

I stood up. 

I turned to look at Cara. She was close to precipice; it was in the hunger 
of her eyes. I sent a silent prayer to the patron saint of 'the hunger in 
a woman's eyes'. 

She moved her eyes from my hard cock to meet mine. She hungered for what I 
had given her daughter but the taboo fear was there also.  We were in 
her daughter's room. 

Her hands scratched lines on her thighs. She hungered but challenged me to 
make her cross the line. She could not do it alone, no matter the need. 

I had just fucked her daughter past submission to that happy place that 
left her lying enjoying the aftereffects and watching the interaction 
between her mother and I with nothing more than quiet curiosity. Cara knew 
how it would end if she left it to me, and that is why she did. Every 
fantasy, every desired perversion would be exposed to the light, studied, 
and experienced jointly. 

I took the three steps that put my legs between hers. She leaned back on 
the bed looking up at me. She would not look at my dick; she would take 
the initiative if she did, and she wanted no part of controlling this. I 
reached down and pulled one side of her short gray skirt up to where it 
almost exposed her. I straightened and looked at her for a moment. I 
reached down and pulled the other side of her skirt up. The juncture at 
her legs was exposed. 

Slim, pink panties. 

I looked up at her smiled. 

I straightened up and stared at her. Her eyes grew wider as I waited. She 
knew what I wanted; an admission that this was all she desired at this 
moment. 

I stood there while she half-lay on the bed for a long moment until she 
broke the tension by lifting her ass, and spreading her legs further. It 
raised the skirt to give me better access between her legs. I smiled in 
thanks for the admission. 

I reached down between her legs and played with her through her panties. 
She rolled her head back and moved herself on me. 

She was mine. 

I pulled her panties to one side, and dipped a finger into mature 
femininity. She moved on me harder. I stopped and she opened her eyes to 
look at me. I smiled at her again. I reached down and grabbed her wrists. 
I stepped back pulling her off the bed and onto her knees before me. I 
stepped forward still holding her wrists. 

My dick touched the side of her face and she closed her eyes. I waited 
letting her skin absorb the texture and the heat, letting her smell her 
daughter's pleasure mingled with my male smell. She took in a deep 
breath that told me we had gone a step further. 

I pulled my hips back and turned so that the point of my dick rested on 
her lips. 

I waited. 

I had just begun to think that she would pull herself back from a 
pleasurable oblivion when she licked her lips and in the process me. 
Later, I wondered if she meant to do it. At the time though, it did not 
matter, whether unwittingly or not she had crossed the line and I felt her 
arms relax in my grip. 

I let them go. 

She brought a hand up and held me gently at my base. I let her take 
control. She licked around my head. 

She was licking her own daughter's juices from my dick. She looked up at 
me and I could see she knew what she was doing as she thoroughly licked my 
genital area clean. I had lost some hardness in the wait for her necessary 
admissions, but I gained my original rigidity and then more. She smiled up 
at me in full knowledge of what caused my reaction before she proceeded to 
give my dick the tongue bath she obviously wanted to give it. She savored 
the taste of her daughter and me. 

Cara had put a lot of thought into her oral loving. I felt like my dick 
was the most important thing to her. It was not that it was my dick but 
that the feel of a hard dick in her mouth and on her tongue obviously 
excited her. I watched as she pushed my dick up so that she could lick my 
balls. She did it with loving care ensuring that she did not jar them. She 
pulled up the sack to lick underneath. She licked the area around my dick 
and balls to make sure she took in even the smallest taste of Jeanie's and 
my lust. 

She returned to licking my dick. I looked over at Jeanie; she was watching 
her mother and smiling. She was not ready to join in but that smile said 
much about the future. 

I turned back to look at Cara when I felt her take the head of my dick 
into her mouth and suck it as she wrapped her hands around the shaft. She 
ran her hands up the length of my shaft, when she had to release it she 
drove her mouth on to me until her gag reflex activated. I was thick so I 
knew this could not be comfortable but she did not seem to care. She used 
her hands to unscrew her mouth from my dick. She released my shaft with 
one hand, grabbed the base, released me with her other hand and embedded 
me in her mouth. It felt like it was meant to milk me right into an 
orgasm. It almost did, as I got lost in the sensation of an experienced 
woman giving a man pleasure. 

It was her sigh of satisfaction that took me out of my reverie. It was 
deep felt, I found out later it had been a long time since Cara had been 
with a man and at that moment it had given her great pleasure to be 
'active' again. The sigh shook me back into reality, I am not against a 
woman sucking me to orgasm but this was Cara's and my first time together. 
I wanted Cara because she was an older woman. For a guy my size, older 
women give a certain amount of freedom. 

There was no reason to blow the opportunity. 

I pulled her off my dick. She looked up at me with disappointment in her 
eyes. The intent in mine burned it away. I pulled her up until she was 
standing up. I reached around behind her to undo her skirt and pull the 
zipper down. She held on to my shoulders and began to breathe harder. I 
pushed the skirt down her legs and she stepped out of it. I grabbed her 
ass and pulled her towards me. She was almost my height so the kiss we 
gave each other was adjustment free. I stopped it because my hardon 
started to ache for release. I needed to be in her and I needed it as soon 
as possible. I reached to grab her panties and pulled them down and off 
her legs. I was done with subtlety. I did not even straighten before I 
pushed her back on the bed; she went willingly. I grabbed her thighs and 
pulled her to the position on the bed I wanted her in: close enough to the 
edge where I could keep one leg off the bed for leverage and the other one 
on the bed for stability. I put my hands on the inside of her knees and 
pushed her legs down towards her breasts to spread her open. 

She reached between her legs to guide me to her. I leaned forward so she 
could fuck herself with me. She did exactly that, placing me so I split 
her lips. She stopped there though; she did not want to be in charge of 
this ride. She lay back and closed her eyes. I pushed forward with my hips 
slowly, making sure I did not lose the placement she had made. I went into 
her comfortably. She was tight, but a woman so her pussy adjusted faster 
than her teenage daughter's. There is a lot to be said for the tightness 
of young pussy but there is also a lot to be said for a grown woman's that 
has been well fucked before and makes the right adjustments quickly. 

I pushed forward until I bottomed out, something else that I was rarely 
allowed with girls my age. She grunted in some discomfort but I knew she 
could take me and enjoy it now. I pulled out slowly enjoying her pussy as 
much as possible. I allowed myself to come out to the exact same point 
that she had placed me to initiate her fucking. I pushed forward again 
slowly, already I could feel her body adjusting to my girth and enjoying 
my length. I bottomed out again and this time her face showed less 
discomfort. She had her eyes closed and she was concentrating on the place 
joining us. I pulled out again; it felt wonderful. Her pussy was tight 
enough that I could feel it trying to keep me inside her. I hit the top 
end and pushed back in. Her breathing changed to the beginning of orgasmic 
pants. I kept the pace though, I was going to flat-out fuck her but she 
might not come that way. I had to give her at least one orgasm before I 
let myself go. 

It was on about the tenth stroke that her body bloomed. She arched her 
back and pushed her chest outward. She moaned the orgasm out. I kept the 
pace steady through it extending it a couple of seconds. Her pussy 
squeezed me but not like her daughter's trying to push me out. It just 
squeezed me and let go and then squeezed again. She collapsed back on the 
bed and I felt her relax. She looked up at me and smiled as she reached 
between her legs to run a hand down my abdomen. She nodded her head; she 
knew I was aching to let go and she was giving me permission to. She had a 
part of what she wanted and the rest could come later. 

I took a more solid grip just below her knees and turned her a little to 
the left. I could fuck better with just that little turn to one side 
instead of straight up and down. I pulled her a little bit more towards 
the edge. I proceeded to do what I had wanted to do to Jeanie and could 
not; what I wanted to do to Carmen and Tanya and probably would not be 
able to either. 

This was a woman not a girl, her pussy could take all of me and longed to. 

I fucked her. Not just fast or hard, I fucked into to her as fast as I 
could and as hard as I could. She gasped and sat up a little. She had been 
expecting it but this was why I wanted Cara. Bending her daughter to my 
will with her own desire had taken me to the edge of my own control. I had 
one other woman that I could do this with but it was never enough. I 
fucked out of Cara and fucked back into her as hard as I could. She gasped 
again and reached up to grab my wrist with one of her hands, the other she 
put on the bed to give her balance. I only just registered it. I fucked 
out of her and this time let gravity drop me on to her, I did not give her 
a moment at the bottom before pulling up and pounding into her again. 

I fucked her with an edge of violence to it. I could barely see her or 
hear her cries of pleasure. The only thing I knew was my hips slamming 
into the juncture between her legs and how my cock felt deep inside her. 
The head of my dick almost vibrated in her depth. I pulled out again and 
slammed into her again. I felt her nails dig into my wrist painfully just 
enough to get me out of my fucking trance and realize she was coming, but 
not enough to make me stop. I ignored her nails, pulled myself almost 
completely out of her and fucked into her again. 

Jeanie told me later I was doing this for about 10 minutes and that her 
mother came at least three times. Cara said those three orgasms were made 
bigger by the fact that it had been a long time since she had sex and 
years since someone had used her pussy as a fuck toy. 

That was later, at that moment I did not think, I just hammered in and out 
of Cara. In and out in what seemed an endless motion of stroking into her 
and almost completely out of her only to fuck back into her. 

What seemed like seconds later, but could not have been if Jeanie was 
telling the truth I felt something inside my ass clench and knew I was 
going to cum. Somehow this was enough impetuous to fuck Cara harder and 
faster. I heard her orgasm because she screamed louder than even Jeanie 
had and her pussy clamped down on my dick and forced my orgasm. I pulled 
back one more time. I felt my orgasm begin and pulled her towards me while 
I plowed into her hard. I held her there as my cock spewed cum into the 
mother of the girl I had fucked just minutes before. 

It feels different when I cum after a FUCK. I am almost all sensation; my 
mind is not a part of it; I barely remember the fuck and the orgasm is 
only something that I feel but cannot describe. I felt my cock deep inside 
shiver from the force of my pressing my hips into her. 

Finally, I was done. 

I dropped her weight back on the bed and fell on top of her. She wrapped 
her arms around and hugged me tightly. I felt her moving her lower body 
squeezing and releasing my dick with her pussy to milk my cock; an 
experienced woman recovering from her orgasm fast enough to draw the last 
vestiges of sensation from her man. I pulled my face up to kiss her lips. 
She let me drink from her as she continued to use her pussy to massage me 
through completion. 

She collapsed back on the bed. 

Minutes later I put my hands to her sides and pushed myself up. I looked 
down at her. She looked up at me and smiled; a smile promising adventures 
to come. I rolled over and lay down between them. 

I took a deep breath and felt my body relax. 

I was surprised when I felt a hand on my stomach. I looked down at myself; 
it was Jeanie's hand stroking me. I looked at her and then at her mother. 
Cara was on her side looking at Jeanie. Her daughter was looking back at 
her. 

Jeanie kept eye contact with her mother as she moved over me. She kept it 
as she grabbed my cock, as she extended her tongue to lick me. She kept 
eye contact the entire time it took to return the favor of licking me 
clean of Cara's and my lust. 

I looked up at the ceiling and nearly laughed remembering this had all 
started with something I had named "The Itch."