And this quite respectable woman that I have never heard say anything vulgar or obscene was cursing me out like a sailor. “Fuck yes you fucking boy ...cout. Fuck this old pussy hard. Your fucking cock feels so fucking good in my pussy. God why have I not fucked you before.” This went on for a while me acting like and animal in mating season, and her saying, “Fuck” “Pussy” and “dick” after every other word. I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to keep going. I knew I was going to blow any. The next morning as I ran and I saw Asha walking alone for her bath and I called out to her and apologised for embarrassing her and she smiled and told me that she was not embarrassed by what I had said she was hurt that she had not been able to feel what a city woman feels. Asha had a tear in her eyes and she rushed pass me but not before giving my hand a squeeze.I could not breathe with the contact with her skin. I calmed myself down and continued with my run as I helped in her dads farm, I. What was she thinking? Pleasure? Yes, her mind echoed, yes, it did. It made you feel better than any sex you've ever had. You've ever had? You've only had sex since yesterday, and before then it was your finger doing the walking through that cavern of yours. Well, it was better than Ted, better than Donald, she admitted to herself. And there was such a perversity about it, especially considering her innate feelings about the blacks. Not that she was anti- Negro; she just didn't ever desire to. “Now, where was I?” she smirked. “Oh, yeah...” She held on, went back to working herself on me.There’s a process for two people to learn how to please each other. We’re in that process, and I’m seeing that now as she buries her face at my throat, her breath coming in sharp panting hisses.She’s getting ready to come. And damn if I’m not just about there. I clasp her waist, letting that agile heinie work me over.“Nnnnnnggghhhhh,” escaped her. She went rigid. And I came. I managed to work a few.