Part IV
�Why not?� I asked. �I don�t see anything wrong with it.� I held the bottom of it and was looking at it when I said that. I then turned my face back to his smiling. �Unless you don�t like the color green?� He did not answer me. He took me by the waist and turned me around. He then directed me over to the toilet, where he pushed me forward so my hands fell unto the closed lid and bent my ass to him.
�I see now.� I said. I spread my legs wider. �You like my ass. Dose this mean that you are going to do me in the ass or you just going to do me from behind?� I ask him and I swung my ass from side to side like the watch of a hypnosis. What was I saying? It must be the shirt. Some times when I wear things like this I feel very bold. Sometimes I would be feeling bold and decided to wear something like this. I felt his hand as he reached out and touched me. But I just kept on swinging until he held me still. I waited to feel him as her entered me, and waited to see which hole he would pick.
�Can�t make up your mind?� I taunted him. �Well I don�t blame you. Each one is quite tight. But since you are so timid I would ... Ah!� I went perfectly still as I absorbed what I had just felt. He slapped me. On my ass. I waited to see what he would do next. He pulled my legs further apart and he pushed his hand into the small of me back causing me to upturn and expose my pussy a little more.
�Did you hit me to get me to be quiet?� I asked him. He did not answer me.
�So now you�re going to do my pussy? Good choice.� I said, but then I saw him in the corner of my eye as he stepped to the side and stood next to me facing my ass. Still he did not say anything. �Jack, what are you doing?� I asked him and still he did not speak. I was starting to get wet. I felt it as I squeezed and relaxed my muscles in my vagina.
�Ah!!� I said as I felt him slap me on my pussy lips. His hand had come in contact with my juices. He rubbed his hand back and forth over the source until his palm was covered. Then he drew it away. He then hit me harder. And I cried out louder. He did it again and I cried out deeper. He hit me harder and harder, and I got carried further and further away from my senses until I was begging him to enter me.
�Do me! Jack, do me.� He just kept on hitting me. �Please do me Jack. Please.� I begged him with tears streaming down my face. My knees began to buckle. I started to fall to the floor. I felt him as he held me up from behind. He drew me up and had each of my legs on either side of him. Some how he held me up while at the same time I was sure that he held my legs further apart. He pulled away from me then he eased his way back. I felt him as he laid at my opening. My crying had lessened but there was an occasional sniffle.
�Ah!� He plunged into me. Then again, and again, and again. I fell from my hands to my elbows. At times I did an arch that revealed all my pain and pleasure. When I came, I came with him. We screamed out and without holding back. He then fell to his knees and against me. I felt his breath as it came out in harsh gaps, from his mouth that hung over my back as my legs fell from his grasps, and my knees hit the carpeted floor. He kissed me there before he rested his head there. I knelt there bent over the toilet seat breathing heavy.
�Is this why you don�t want me to wear this shirt?� I asked after a while.
�More or less.� He answered, when he started to get up. He helped me up and started to lead me out the room.
�No.� I told him. I pulled off my shirt and went back into the bathtub. After I turned on the shower, I stuck my head out from behind the shower curtain and looked at him. �You should take a shower too.� I told him. He stood there looking at me, then after a while he joined me. I scrubbed his back and he scrubbed mine. When we were rinsing off each other we started to kiss.
