Well, it was nice to see her again. Maybe we could play some tennis tomorrow. Or make a big glass of juice, and she could fill me in on the last year of her life since her folks moved away or…
That mental train fell right off the track when my wife nudged Ireti towards me, and the grinning teen rounded the kitchen counter and then bounded over for a hug, crushing her sleek little body into mine.
Huh? Ireti was naked from the waist down.
“Ireti, you’re not wearing any trouser.”
“Nope, and I’m not going to be wearing any tomorrow or the next day, either. So…”
I looked at my wife over Ireti’s shoulder. “Whoa, you win. As birthday presents go, having a half-naked coed wandering around our…”
My wife held up her hand and was biting her lip to fight back her laugh, “Hold on genius, you didn’t let Ireti finish.”
I looked back down at Ireti. She was smiling up at me as she waited patiently. “I was going to say that I’m not wearing any pants so you can fuck me whenever you want while I’m here for the weekend.”
I felt woozy. The entire world rotated left about three degrees.
“But only?” My wife looked at Ireti and arched an eyebrow.
“Oh yeah,” Ireti nodded and smiled even brighter, “just in my butt though. Sorry, anal only. Oge’s rule.”
In the pause that stretched out after, the first thing I thought to do was look around for some hidden cameras. This had to be a prank.
“You’re… you’re serious?”
“Yep,” they answered in stereo.
My wife made her “patient face” while she cracked open a few peanuts from a bowl on the counter. It’s the face she makes when she explains stuff to me. One last time: she’s smarter than me.
“You see love, I’ve done a lot of thinking about our anal sex problem. I’m just never going to like it. At one point, I was even looking into hypnosis. But the idea of paying some psychiatrist to put me to sleep and convince me that I liked it in the ass seemed too weird to go through with it.”
She snickered, then shook her head and chewed a few peanuts. She was giving me time to let this sink in before continuing.
“The trouble was, I was thinking about our problem like a wife. I should have been thinking about it like an accountant. When I switched gears, it took all of thirty seconds to figure out what to do about this whole butt sex thing.”
She smiled as she came over to play at Ireti’s hair playfully, “I’m outsourcing it. To an expert.” She patted the little lady’s head.
“You’re an expert?” I looked down at Ireti suspiciously.
“Yep, I’ve had more than my share of backdoor loving. In secondary school, I let one of the guys on the football team give it to me in the ass. And I really liked it. He bragged about it in the locker room the next day. After that, there was a waiting list for my butt. The mini skirts I wore half the year helped too. Great advertising. What is it with you guys and mini skirts anyway?” she laughed.
I couldn’t answer because I was still processing.
“So you never wondered why I had so many dates in high school, Joe?”
“I just thought you were popular…”
“Oh, I was popular all right,” Ireti laughed, “And I loved every minute of it too. But I went cold turkey on that stuff when I started university. I don’t need that reputation following me up there.”
“Except?” my wife prompted, chewing more peanuts calmly.
Ireti nodded. “Except now I miss getting fucked in the ass. A lot. And there’s nobody to play those games with me at school. I’m going crazy. Of course, it didn’t help that Oge sent me that package full of anal porn, sneaky bitch,” Ireti giggled.
“Or?” Oge’s nose twitched proudly.
“Or the pics she e-mailed me of your giant dick,” Ireti smirked.
My wife grinned. “Sorry Ireti, but it did give you some interesting material for those lonely nights up at school. It also softened you up a little too before I pitched my idea,” she admitted.
My wife looked up at me, “You see where this is going, honey? You’re going to help Ireti and she’s going to help you.”
She took Ireti by the hips and tugged her away, “Girlie, why don’t you bend over the kitchen table there and show him what he’s won? I’m going to go watch his Friday night TV shows. This is going to take awhile.”
I watched my wife leave.
Dammit, I love my wife.
Ireti grinned and moved to the kitchen table. She slowly draped her little body onto it from the waist and looked back at me over her shoulder expectantly.
I looked down.
Ireti’s bare ass was precisely what you’d think a nineteen-year-old star ass would look like. It was tiny and round and firm. Her toned miniature cheeks made a tight cleavage. There were even two magical little dimples just above her ass on either side of her spine. It was the single sexiest butt I’d ever seen. Even sexier than my wife’s.
Ireti was staring at me as she swished her hips from side to side a little. Her tiny butt swayed back and forth without a single jiggle.
Oh, dear god, in heaven.
“Go ahead and touch me. Don’t be scared. I’m your birthday present.”
I reached forward and touched Ireti’s ass like you’d touch the holy grail or the Ark of the Covenant. With reverence, awe, and humility. This was proof that there was a divine power out there. He existed, and he had moulded this little lady’s perfect ass just for me.
Touch it? Oh no, it needed to be worshipped.
I fell to my knees in my own kitchen and buried my face between the finest butt I have ever seen.
Ireti didn’t seem surprised a bit. She didn’t jump. She didn’t even twitch. And she certainly didn’t wiggle away. No, she actually pushed her ass into my face. And she moaned.
“Your wife got me some strawberry body wash. Like the smell? I just used it in your shower a little bit ago. I wanted to be nice and fresh for you. Of course, I’m happy to go funky too. If that’s what you like. I’m game for anything this weekend.”
She clenched her cheeks around me gently a few times as she talked, massaging my face with her buns. Ireti knew her ass was phenomenal, and she knew how to use it to drive a guy wild.
“I love yr ass,” I muffled out from her butt, refusing to pull away long enough to pay her a compliment.
She understood me anyway.
“So happy to find a boy who fully appreciates it.”
She reached back and grabbed my head, and pulled my face into her more firmly.
“Lick me,” she whispered, “I want you to.”
My tongue came out on its own and lapped at her tiny pale sphincter, twisting and digging at her tight little knot.
“That’s it. Keep licking. Oooh, I missed this,” I heard her groan. “Here, give me your hand too?”
She reached back and guided it up to her little mound. Her pussy was completely hairless and perfectly smooth.
“Like it Joe? I sugared myself bare for you last night. It hurt a little but now I’m so smooth and bald for you. I’ve been looking forward to this weekend. I’ve been texting Oge about it all week. I was worried she would back out.”
Ireti circled my thumb and teased it at the entrance to her already slick pussy. Then she dragged my thumb down her smooth slit and centred it on the hardened nub of her clit.
“Rub me a little too? Real gently while you’re rimming me. It always makes me cum,” she panted.
I swirled tight circles on her clit. It was as hard as a little pebble. With some patience, I also pried my tongue through her asshole and drove it in and out of her quivering opening. It was twitching and snapping on my tongue like something small and hungry.
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