What did you do last night, Miss? Chapter Three "Please Tom. Can't she just stay for a couple of weeks until she gets herself sorted out?"
"I don't think it's a good idea babe."
"Why?" My girlfriend was almost whining her plea, "She's split from her bloke and has got nowhere to live, and she's an old friend."
"But she's a crazy nympho Emma." It was true. Emma's old college room-mate Claire was a certified slapper. "She's just split from Dave so she'll be as horny as hell and be bringing a different guy back here every night for a noisy fuck-on-the-rebound."
"Or a different girl"
That was a possibility. I knew all about the lesbian shenanigans that she and my girlfriend had got up to at university, and Emma knew that talking about it got me horny. I had a vivid picture in my mind of them both naked, fondling one anothers ripe teenage breasts, fingering their itchy pussies and bringing themselves to juddering climaxes with their tongues. My girlfriend and her ex-flatmate Claire were what we refer to in England as L.U.G.s or 'lesbians until graduation' meaning otherwise heterosexual girls who choose, for whatever reason, to have sex with their girlfriends while a student (a public-school educated friend of mine - who claims to have been rogered up the arse by a minor royal at Eton - says that boys get through that phase sooner; as he puts it, P.A.P.S. or, 'poofter at prep-school'!) Emma has never made any secret of her lesbian liaisons at university, in fact she has described many of them in detail for my pleasure, and like most men (I suspect) I find her continuing bisexuality a huge turn-on.
"And besides, she's working so she won't have that much time for sexual marathons," she added, trying to persuade me to give house room to her ex-lover.
It was true that Claire had a job, but she was a nurse, and you know what they say: there are only two sure things in life - death and nurses. To begin with, I wasn't that all that keen on having Emma's ex-girlfriend around the house, especially as Emma was going to be away leading a sixth form trip abroad for a week, but not for the reasons I had given Emma. What Emma didn't know is that Claire and I had already had sex a couple of weeks before. She had been going through a rough patch with Dave (which usually meant he wasn't managing to fuck her twice a day) and she had come round to our place, as she put it, to cry on my girlfriend's shoulder (which, of course, I took to mean 'lick out my girlfriend's pussy') but Emma was away at a conference, so I cooked her supper and opened several bottles of wine. Of course one thing led to another and wine led to a snog and a snog led to feeling her tits up, and soon I was having some of the hardest, dirtiest sex of my entire life. Don't get me wrong - my girlfriend is a perverted, dirty little bitch in the sack, but Claire was something else, sexually insatiable with a filthy gob on her that makes Layla Jade sound like a nun!
Having her back in the house with Emma away was sure tempting, but perhaps a little too risky as I had never told Emma about our tryst. However, I also knew that there was every chance that with Claire living with us there would be a replay of their student rug-munching days with me as a spectator, and that was a very tempting prospect indeed. All it would take would be a few glasses of wine and I knew my girlfriend wouldn't be able to resist a whiff of pussy from her old lover. So that slight possibility of witnessing my girlfriend and our proposed lodger in the throws of lesbo lust was just enough for me to agree.
Claire turned up the following weekend and moved her worldly goods into our spare room. She seemed genuinely grateful for the room and greeted Emma warmly with a kiss - a little too warmly I thought, but then I suppose they had such a history of intimacy that I could hardly be surprised. Emma asked her if she had been able to get all of her belongings from Dave's flat.
"Yeh, but no thanks to that shithead - I hope his pathetic little dick drops off." This was the Claire I knew. In common with a lot of public school educated posh birds, she had a mouth like a sewer and the sort of temper that you'd expect a red-head like her to have. "Do you know what he was doing while I was there collecting my clothes?" I had a feeling she was going to tell us. "He was fucking her!"
"Who?" Emma asked, rather unnecessarily.
"That, that . . . trollop." Claire spat the word out. "That silly little whore that he's moved into his place. He was fucking her slack fanny from behind in the kitchen all the time I was there. Fucking bastard."
A case of the pot calling the kettle black I mused given that dear old Dave had given Claire the heave-ho when he came back early from work and found her taking it up the shitter from the builder who had been building his conservatory. What's more, she had taken it up the arse from me a week before that. That had always been Claire's problem: she had relationships with successful, intelligent, wealthy men but craved something rougher. Getting her pony club subs paid and being taken out for expensive meals were never enough; she craved illicit, hurried sexual liaisons with working men, men who fucked her like a piece of meat, who spat on their knobs like actors in porno and mauled her tits with rough workman's hands as they buggered her flawless white bottom. Emma's theory about Claire was simple: having gone to a girls' school, she was mostly lesbian until she got to university so she looked to women for tender, erotic sex; men, on the other hand, meant mindless, pointless fucking, as hard and as dirty as possible.
Claire had a bath and came down for dinner that evening, looking fresh and fragrant. She was beautiful, no doubt about it. Her long red hair was tied into a bun, with wisps falling onto her bare shoulders. She wore a little black dress, her enormous knockers thrust upward and together, the black of her dress accentuating the ivory whiteness of her lightly freckled skin. He waist was narrow, flaring out at the hips and leading in a gentle slope to her full rounded bottom. Her eyes were a soft green and her full lips could only be described as 'cocksucking'. I wondered how many cocks she had in fact sucked; hundreds probably. She drank some white wine and, as she put the glass down, licked her lips. I realised that this tongue was the same tongue that had lashed my girlfriend's pussy to climax so many times in the past. I began to feel inexplicably slightly jealous of Emma. Emma, after all, had tasted Claire's pussy, and often too. She had described it for me on many occasions - a hot, sopping gash beneath a thicket of curly ginger pubes, a tight little pink arsehole just below. It was extraordinary how a woman so well-bred and obviously beautiful could at the same time look so gloriously slutty. She was one of those girls who you knew took it up the chuff. Everything about her cried 'Fuck me.' My eyes were again drawn to her breasts and I remembered that Emma had sucked on Claire's magnificent teats as well, slurped and chewed on her big pink nipples, just as I had. Suddenly Claire's voice interrupted my reverie.
"Are you a tit man Tom?"
"Sorry?" I coughed, almost choking on a mouthful of wine.
"It's just that you've been staring at my boobs for ages now."
Before I could respond Emma answered for me.
"It's hardly surprising Claire. More of your tits are out in the open than are inside your dress."
"If you've got it flaunt it, I say." Claire gave me a flirtatious look. "So, Tom, would you say you were a breast man or not?"
"I think he's more of an arse man really," Emma said with an astonishing lack of embarrassment.
"Oh really," Claire's eyes twinkled wickedly. "It's all falling into place. Emma told me that you've converted her to backdoor love. You bad boy."
"Em, for God's sake!" I must have been blushing like a pillar box at this point. Claire was really out of order. She knew damn well that I was most definitely a 'tit-man' given the amount of attention I had paid to her mams that night, and as for my predilection for sodomy, well, that had been made pretty clear too.
"Oh don't get in a stew Tom, these are the sort of things girls talk about all the time."
"Well, I'm not a girl, so talk among yourselves."
"Come on Tom, it's nothing to be ashamed of," she shot me a knowing look. "In fact if Emma is to be believed, then you have a great deal to be proud of . . . "
So that's what they giggled about on the phone every weekend, buggery and the size of my knob. I wondered if Emma had divulged some of the more colourful details of our sex life. Claire had been pretty wild together, but I assumed that the kinkier aspects of my relationship with Emma were unknown to her. Perhaps Emma had told her? Perhaps Emma knew all about my night of lust with her old flame? Claire was certainly flashing me 'knowing' looks and I could see that her nipples were erect, poking through the velvety fabric of her tight dress. How I remembered those fantastic pink nips of hers . . . how big and hard they felt in my mouth, salty with the sweat of rutting. With some difficulty I managed to steer the conversation in a more innocent direction before my painful erection got any larger.
When we finally said our goodnights and Emma and I retired to bed I was hornier that I had been in a long time. As soon as the door was closed we kissed, Emma's mouth clamped to mine like a limpet mine, her tongue swirling around my mouth. I slipped my hands under her skirt and into her panties, squeezing her bum and pulling her towards me so that her cunt mound was pressed against my tumescent cock. Within seconds we were naked and I snogged her, my cock hard between her legs against her humid cunt lips, her hard brown nipples grazing my chest as I tasted her mouth. Emma sank to her knees and took my painfully stiff penis in to her mouth, jacking the shaft as she sucked me. As she slurped on my cock I felt her slim finger trace a ring around my hairy arsehole and slip gently inside, seeking out my prostate. Her excellent technique was bringing me close to coming and I warned her so.
"But I want to taste your cum baby, I can't wait for it," she begged, lust burning from her brown eyes.
And sure enough, after a couple of minutes of expert cock-sucking and two fingers ramming up my shitter, my cock exploded. Emma took the first gob of jism greedily in her mouth, sucking it down, then pulled my spurting prick out of her mouth to aim the following volleys of spunk over her face and tits. Grabbing my rapidly softening knob, Emma led me to en suite bathroom and into the shower. Kneeling before me she closed her eyes and cupped her full, tanned titties. Panting, she opened her mouth enticingly. I knew want she wanted and, thanks to more than a bottle of wine I was well qualified to give it to her. I relaxed and let a jet of scalding piss spurt from my cock over her breasts, hosing each firm orb clean from the clinging ropes of jism that they I had spattered over her jugs. She moaned softly and fondled her slippery jugs as I showered her with hot piss, pinching her large brown nipples and savouring the sensation of hot urine splashing over them. I pissed upwards towards her face, washing off the spunk that was hanging from her chin, then into her mouth, filling it with urine which she struggled to gulp down. When I had forced the last few drops of pee from my cock I pulled her up and kissed her, tasting her pissy mouth and feeling her slippery teats slide over my chest. Then it was my turn to kneel at her feet and receive what she had to offer. I pressed my mouth to her hairy mound, slipping my tongue between the meaty lips of her cunt. I was busily tongue-fucking her twat when she shuddered, grasped her joggling melons and began peeing in my mouth. Her pee was hot, salty, delicious. I gulped it down as I had the wine earlier, and I mused that I was contributing to the environment by recycling it again. I pulled my tongue from her fanny and let her piss splash my face, before covering her bushy cleft once more and swallowing the last of her hot piss that came fizzing and hissing from her pussy. I was hard again and I whispered that I wanted to fuck her, thrusting two finger up her sopping cunt to ram home the message. No time or inclination to shower, we were going to fuck right there on the bathroom floor.
Emma got on all fours and thrust her bum towards me.
"I going to have to do without this for a week so make it last Tom. Fuck me hard."
I knelt behind her and stroked the engorged head of my cock up and down the furry cleft of her pussy, teasing her.
"Just fuck me baby, stick it up my cunt."
"How are you going to manage a whole week without getting porked Emma?"
"I'll manage. What about you though?"
"I guess I'll have to manage too."
"Probably not necessary with Claire here. I doubt that she'd refuse a fuck if you offered."
My dick hardened even more at Emma's reference to Claire. She was practically suggesting that I fuck her ex-lover for crying out loud! I deflected her from that subject in case she thought again and retracted her permission.
"Well, I'm sure that there'll be a lot of sixth-form cock straining to get inside your knickers over the next week too darling. Shafiq's going on this trip isn't he?" With that I thrust my prick up into her slippery cunt channel and began humping her. I knew that it would make her horny if I mentioned Shafiq - the school cricket captain and proud owner of the biggest flaccid cock I'd ever seen in the school changing rooms. Most boys would creep embarrassed into the showers, trying to shield their adolescent genitals from view as they showered in the shortest time possible. But not Shafiq. Knowing that he was hung, he would saunter naked into the showers, his huge brown dong swinging between his slim, muscled legs, enjoying the sidelong glances that the less generously endowed were giving him. Ever since I had mentioned his natural 'gifts' Emma had been almost obsessed with him and I knew that only by desperately clinging to professional propriety was she able to resist the temptation to seduce him. I hoped more than anything that during the trip to Paris she would give into that temptation.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck yes," she moaned, almost incoherent with lust as I slammed her squelching vadge. "Fuck me hard, like you're going to fuck that ginger bitch behind my back. Fuck me like Shafiq is going to fuck me next week."
"I'd like to imagine that Emma: you on your hands and knees every night, panting, as Shafiq feeds his huge brown dick up your arse. You getting royally buggered in some Parisian hotel by a young Pakistani lad while I shag the arse off Claire here in our bed."
"Oh Tom, that's so hot. I want to watch you fuck her, I want to see you rodding her back passage. I bet the dirty bitch loves it up her arse."
"Sure she does. She's a filthy nympho bitch, a dirty slut like you who loves getting her shithole packed with cock. And you're a dirty bitch who's going to have an itchy butthole all week thinking about all those big teenage cocks that could be buggering her."
I looked down at the wrinkled knot of her anus, big and brown and succulent, pouting and flexing with every savage thrust of my tool in her cunt. I can't resist it. Her cunt felt good around my thrusting cock; hot and wet - her beefy cunt-flaps massaging the painfully hard shaft of my thrusting dick. But her arse . . . my God, her arse rules me (it always amuses me to think that in Latin 'rectum' is part of the verb 'to rule' - who said it was only the Greeks who were into shit-packing!) Emma's pussy is perfect; as far from porn star quim as you can get - big beefy flaps forested with curly brown pubes which extend from her belly-button right round to her heavenly anus, but even when I'm feasting on her box, all it takes is the slightest whiff of her shithole and I'm down there immediately, stabbing my tongue into her pooper. I licked my fingers and began to massage the rubbery rim of her shithole, slipping my forefinger into her hot, clammy rectum. I could feel the blunt end of a turd only inches from her anal opening, and working my second finger into her shit-pit I toyed with the tip of her log. I pulled my aching cock from her hairy pussy with an obscene slurp and spat on her stretched pucker to moisten her impending sodomising.
"No, Tom, I really need a shit."
I continued to finger her rubbery arsehole, excited beyond belief by the hot shit that filled her bottom. The first girlfriend I had ever buttfucked, a willowy blonde lass called Caroline, had relished a good hard anal pounding as much as my current lover, but unlike Emma had always prepared the way with a pre-sodomy enema. This always seems to me a denial of what anal sex actually is: a deeply unnatural, perverted act. It's fucking a girl not in a substitute pussy, but where she shits.
Oblivious to her protests, knowing that she relished having her full bottom fucked as much as I enjoyed fucking it, I pressed the crown of my dick, slippery with her viscous fanny-batter, onto the cringing brown rim of her anus and began pushing forward. It took me almost a minute to work my helmet into her shitter, but once I was in I began to steadily work my shaft into her backside. Almost immediately I felt my cock come up against something firm in her bottom, and I continued to thrust into her arse, my rigid dick sinking deeper into her chute, butting against the mass of poop up her passage until I was completely buried up her, my balls resting against the steaming lips of her cunny. Emma raised her torso up so that she was kneeling infront of me, sitting on my prick and panting like a horse as she struggled to accommodate my hard cock in her already full bottom. I brought my hands around to cup her breasts, pinching on her swollen nipples.
"Oh baby, your arse was made to fuck," I groaned in her ear, "It's so fucking hot and tight. I can feel your shit around my cock."
"Tom I feel so full - your cock and a big turd up my arse - it's like being fucked by a fourteen inch dick."
"Or like being fucked by Shafiq." I knew that the mention of her fantasy schoolboy stud would turn her on. "I know you want him to shag you baby, and I want to watch. I want to see his huge cock pistoning in and out of your gorgeous bum."
"O God Tom, I want it too. I need that big Paki cock fucking my shitter, feel him filling my back-passage, feel his big balls slap against my fanny, feel his hands squeezing my tits."
"And I'll fuck Claire here too darling, right in front of you; give her one hard up the shitter while you watch, make those big jugs bounce while I bugger her."
I had the hots for Claire big-time and I knew that the moment Emma left for France I would waste no time in getting into her knickers and tasting that ginger cunt of hers. Don't get me wrong: Emma is all that I desire; she's my perfect woman - pretty, big-titted, hairy-cunted and with a penchant for being shit-canned. But I also love to fuck other women; it's the thrill of difference I suppose. But I love to watch Emma getting fucked by other guys too; I love to watch other men (and women) feast on her pussy, teasing her big hairy fanny with their tongues as they finger her shithole, I love to see her reach behind to spread her buttocks for a good rimming, her delicious brown anus blooming like a rose, I love to see how massively erect men's dicks get when they are eating her arsehole, I love to see the lascivious expression on her beautiful face while some guy eases his huge erection into her cringing bottom, I love to see her ramming her butt back onto the fucker's dong, cramming more and more of his turgid meat into her greedy shit-tube, I love to see how hard her big brown nipples get when she is being buggered, I love to see her cum with another man's prick up her shitter, I love to see her viscous cooze dripping from her furry cunt in long strings as another guy uses her bum for his pleasure, I love to hear her tortured shithole slurping and farting under every sodomistic thrust of the cock in her arse, I love to see and hear how a big cock up her arse turns my prim little French teacher girlfriend into a filthy-talking, anal-maniac whore and I love to see the look of ecstatic exhaustion on the face of the guy shagging her when he at last comes and unloads a torrent of jism up her guts. And right now I want that other guy to be Shafiq, her own pupil. I want to see her buttfucked and dominated by a well hung 16 year old Pakistani boy, I want to see her tight little arsehole wrenched open by a big circumcised prick, I want to see Shafiq feast on his teacher's hairy fanny and maul her big white tits before drilling his tongue into her shit-box to prepare her for the buggering of her life.
Emma flopped down onto the bed again and thrust her butt back on to my cock. I began to thrust in and out of her dirty arse, her fudgey shit acting as lubrication. Emma writhed beneath me, slapping her hot cunt with her palm as I buggered her. The room was filled with the spicy, earthy aroma of her shit and my thrusting cock was streaked with brown as I pulled out of her anus, only to slam back into her back passage, into her hot turds. I squatted behind her, my feet flat on the bed and began shoving my dick violently into her crapper, churning the contents of her bowels. I felt her body tense beneath me as she started to climax, her palm working her clitoris while she fingered her swampy cunt with her free hand.
"Oh fuck baby, I'm coming . . . coming with your huge cock up my shitty arse. Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm so fucking full."
"Yeh, come on babe, cum for me while I stir your hot shit. Imagine it's Shafiq humping your crap-filled guts and cum for him baby."
"Oh God, Tom, that's what I want, hard up my shitter."
"What do you want darling?" I pant into her ear, reaching around to pinch her distended nipples roughly between my fingers as my rigid pole continues its relentless piston action into the (literally) shit-hot cavern of her rectum.
"Tell me what you want," I repeated the question, "A big teenage prick up your shitter?"
"Yesss," she hissed, near to coming.
"Shafiq's big Muslim cock up your back-passage while all his mates watch, feeling you up, squeezing your tits, frigging your twat, pinching your nipples, shoving their big hot dicks in your gob?"
"Yes, yes, oh fuck yes. Big cocks up my arse, in my pussy, in my mouth, between my norks; making me cum like the dirty slut I really am."
Her shit frothed around my pounding cock which elicited a satisfying squishy, slurping sound from her plundered bottom. I was close to coming. Without warning I withdrew my big hard cock from Emma's shit-tunnel with a disgustingly wet slurp and watched her shit-smeared ring-piece spasm helplessly.
"Shove it back up me you fucker; make me cum you filthy bastard," she moaned, shoving a finger into her turd-packed arse by way of temporary relief.
"Lie on your back Emma, I want to see you face when you cum."
Emma lay on her back and I lifted her arse off the floor. She folded her long legs back beside her ears and balanced with her shoulders and elbows on bathroom the floor. Fuck, she was beautiful. Her face a rictus of lust, her fanny a tangled wet jungle of thick pubes, soaked with her own juices, her arsehole fluttering helplessly as she waited for my cock to enter its beshitted rim.
"Please darling, fuck your cock up there before I shit myself."
"On one condition . . ."
"Come on, don't fuck with me Tom, just fuck me," Emma panted, her freshly buggered dirtbox impatient for some meat again.
"Promise me then," I teased.
"Anything," she groaned, grasping my shitty knob and pulling it towards her slack pooper.
"That you'll seduce Shafiq next week and let him bugger you like you want me to do to you now."
"I promise," she panted. Her eyes said it all. Smouldering with lust, it was almost as if I could see the image of Shafiq's enormous fuck-meat reflected in her eyes. She wanted it. She wanted to be fucked and buggered by her teenage pupil, and she wanted it bad.
A gurgling fart erupted softly from her dirty arsehole I drove my cock home once more in a single glorious thrust that made her cry out and grasp her huge wobbling melons, pulling violently on her own erect nipples. I resumed my buggering action, ramming my dong into her churning crap-chute and digging my fingers into her bushy fanny. Soon she was having an orgasm, her lean sexy body thrashing wildly beneath me, babbling obscenities as the climax took hold of her, radiating from her cunt and shitter to engulf her entire body, now glistening with the sweat of sexual exertion. I thrust and thrust and thrust till I flooded her bowel with wad after wad of creamy jism, shooting my load into her shit.
Her teeth flashed as she grinned, held my eyes a moment, then, suddenly, released her bladder. A fountain of piss shot straight up and caught me in my chest. Her pee spurted in sudden jets with each of my remaining surging plunges in her rectum, stopping completely for a moment, then, as kept my cock motionless in her shit-canal, spurting in a continuous stream that splashed from my chest and dribbled in rivers down across her body, running between her quivering teats and collecting in the hollow of her throat. I stayed within her and we panted together, her eyes half closed, her face flushed. I leant forward, my cock still firmly up her shit-filled bottom, and lapped at her piss-wet tits, then licked up the pool of cooling piss at her neck, just between her collarbones. In a moment, my cock subsided in her shit-packed arse-pipe and I felt the sudden urge to have a wazz too. She was just about to drop her bottom to the floor, disengaging it from my fuck-rod, when I gripped her tightly and held her close just as I felt the first forcing of her rectum beginning to shit out my cock. My bladder relaxed and I watched her eyes widen in astonishment as my piss began to fill her bowel. Her mouth opened in wonder and then her eyes half closed again as she began to luxuriate in the warm flood in the depths of her guts.
If you have never given a piss enema it is an extraordinary feeling. The tight walls of her rectum seemed to recede from contact with my cock so that my shaft seemed to be caught in a tight sphincter before plunging into a hot empty void. Almost empty. I could feel the turd within her move against my cock. Then as her inner sphincter "swallowed" the enema her rectum closed around my cock only to be immediately filled again as my piss flowed on. I had not realised how urgent my need had been and I felt a long relaxing wave in my back as my bladder drained into her. It must have been all that wine and mineral water.
Two, perhaps three more "swallows" and I was done, Emma's eyes bulged but still not a word passed her lips. I stayed within her, my cock hardening again as her rectum surged and her anus flutteringly gripped and relaxed around my dong. Slowly I eased out of her and her legs stretched out gingerly as I lay beside her, the perfume of her piss mingling with soapy smells of our bathroom. We kissed deeply, her tongue snaking into my mouth and linking with mine. As she rolled on her side I could hear the enema gurgle within her and her naked pubes seemed slightly tauter than usual and her belly slightly more rounded that usual . My finger found her slippery clit and my mouth, her rubbery brown nipple on her big fleshy teat. I pulled her close. Her knee crossed over mine and I clasped her firm buttock and looked down her back as I pressed her wobbling baps to my chest.
My cock was hard again and I laid her on her back once more and pressed the bell-end of my filthy cock against the sodden lips of her fanny. We both knew what this would mean - shit in her pussy, and the inevitable saga of antibacterial douches after sex. But sometimes you just get so horny that you can't help yourself. Emma looked at me tenderly and nodded in consent. I kissed her and slid my prick into her cunt as her legs curled around my back and I felt the delicate touch of her heel and calf on my buttocks. I moved gently within her and she moaned softly. We began to build a rhythm and our breath came shorter again.
Emma's soft moans abruptly changed to a panicky gasp and a trace of wetness brushed my balls. She gave another gasp and then a soft resigned but contented sigh and a jet erupted from her bum with a splattering fart and shot hotly against my balls. I withdrew and watched as her bumhole pouted dryly a couple of times then once again ejected a long gassy squirt of my piss and spooge from her bowels, no trace of brown at first but ending with a last convulsive push with a dark coloured dribble that smeared the perfect skin of her lightly tanned cheeks. Suddenly her eyes widened again and she gave another soft "AH! Aaahhhh" Her anus bulged outward and the cleft of her bum flattened as she raised her knees and I gazed at the centre of her puckered chocolate starfish. The furry brown rim of her shithole bulged outward and at the centre a glistening dark egg appeared. Suddenly it began to gather speed and her bumhole stretched around the emerging dark mass. Her anus rim whitened as it stretched to accommodated a fat turd more than an inch in diameter. The beautiful rough texture of the shit oozing lewdly from her stretched pinky-brown bum. Her anus contracted momentarily placing a neck in the turd as it continued to flow and then with a sudden spasm it nipped shut and the steaming turd flopped wetly against the cleft of her buttocks. Her anus almost immediately began to distend again.
"No!" I whispered urgently and her anus clenched tight.
She lay, panting. Her legs resting in the expanding puddle on the white tiled floor and she reached up for me and I turned and sat astride her lowering my cock to her mouth. My cock was cleaner than it had been, thanks to all the piss I had sluiced into her arse-guts, but still smeared with a little of her poop. She sucked greedily on it. I picked up the piss soaked turd from between her smeared buttocks and began to slime her thick pubes with her shit, making her gasp as she felt the heat of her own crap on her already scalding cuntlips. I felt her finger probing my anus and was urgently reminded of my own pressing need. I felt her finger gouge the turd in my own rectum moving it about within me. She brought her finger out and gasped as she saw the brown stain smeared over it.
"Please," she whispered, blushing. "On my face."
My heart thumped with a surge of unbearable excitement and I crouched over her. I had dumped plenty of logs between her breasts, or on her belly, but now she was asking for it on her face! I looked back between my knees and saw her serene face staring intently between my buttocks. With a mental effort of will I relaxed my anus and pushed. As I did so I felt her tongue tickling the rim of my shithole, tracing around the hairy puckered flesh that was keeping my load up my arse. My cock, despite having cum up her shitter ten minutes earlier was painfully rigid, perhaps harder that it had ever been.
I felt my anus begin to stretch as Emma jerked her hands to my buttocks and further spread my cheeks. I pushed again and as I peered between my legs at last I could see the beginnings of a brown tail working from my rectum towards Emma's rapt gaze. The turd felt huge in my bum and it seemed to stick as I strained to force it out further. Poor bitch, it was huge. A massive log of steaming man-shit, edging ever closer to my girlfriend's sweet mouth. Suddenly Emma clasped the sides of my arse and pulled it towards her face guiding the dark fat cigar of shit between her lips she began to lick and fellate my shit as though it were a second cock! Her pink pointed tongue fluttering over the crevices, gradually being stained brown as it became coated in my shit. I pushed again and a little more oozed into view to be engulfed by her wet lips. With a sudden lunge she bit and chewed off the end playing with the lump on her tongue and grinding it with her teeth, dribbles of saliva wettened shit smearing across her face. This was too much. The stuff of fantasy. I had eaten her shit, she had played with mine; but now for the first time she was actually eating my turd. I moved forward, the heavy log still hanging from my almost painfully stretched arsehole, and I touched my aching cock. That's all it took. One touch. One touch and I blew my load, for the second time in quarter of an hour (something I hadn't done since I was 18) and festooned Emma's heaving bosoms and firm belly with long pearly ropes of jism. With a sudden glorious release the rest of the turd shot from my rectum and landed with a slap on her tits where it coiled in her cleavage. She caught it up and smeared it over her breasts then rolled me off her and quickly squatted over me, thrusting her shit smeared bum close to my face where I drank in the heady fragrance of my lover's dung. In a moment her second turd began to squeeze from her bum and as it grew she thrust it at my lips. Like her I began to suck and lick at the emerging torpedo, tasting its bitter grime and reveling in its softly gritty texture. Her bum pumping it surge by surge deeper into my mouth as my tongue folded along its length.
The cleft of her bum flexing above my eyes as my senses soared to the next dimension. In flashes the turd would revert to being a disgusting shit and I gagged with revulsion, just as suddenly it would again be the nectar that proved my love for her. Suddenly the whole length expelled from her pouting anus and the turd almost choked me as it fell to the back of my throat. I closed my teeth though the hot fragmenting mass and pushed the portion in my mouth back through my lips. Her anus distended again and the piss soaked dregs from the depths of her bowel poured wetly over my face. With a cry of urgency Emma spun round and kissed me hard and open mouthed, the soft paste of the last of her shit warm on our cheeks. The smell engulfing our nostrils. We exchanged her turd between our mouths. first I would ooze it into her mouth and she would return it clasping it softly in her lips as though her face were shitting like her bum. At last our gritty tongues met and played in the shit filled caverns of our mouths. I slithered myself on top of her shit covered body and entered her cunt again. We snuggled together for a while kissing softly, feeling the squelches beneath and between us and I fondled her slick breasts before we convulsively began to grind our hips in sudden urgency, and after several short jabs I came inside her again.
About and hour later we cuddled in bed, freshly showered, douched and teeth-brushed. I nuzzled the perfumed skin of Emma's soft neck and kissed her, caressing her still sensitive boobs.
"I don't think I've ever been so turned on. I'd let you have my arse again if I wasn't so knackered. I can't believe we did all that."
"Neither can I," I lied, tweaking her responsive nipples.
"Did you mean what you said? About, you know . . . Shafiq?"
"Of course. What do you reckon."
"You'll have to wait and see."
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The next morning I drove Emma to school. As we had almost an hour before the kids coming on the trip would arrive, we decided to make the best use of it. Safely inside her office we started snogging and I let my hands wander over her delicious body, squeezing her firm tits and savouring the curves which I would be deprived of over the next seven days. She knew what I wanted. Leaning over her desk she thrust her rounded peachy butt toward me, shivering with anticipation as I slipped her skirt up to her hips and massaged taut flesh of her cheeks through the thin cotton of her panties. I dropped to my knees and, pulling the gusset of her knickers to the side, kissed her arsehole which in contrast to the previous night was now soapy and clean. Working my tongue over and around the puckered rim of brown flesh that throbbed between her perfect buns, I bathed her shithole with spit, slurping upon her hole like a starving man. Emma reciprocated by clenching and unclenching her shit-ring against my tongue, pinching the tip of my tongue with her sphincter.
"Quickly Tom - they'll be here in half an hour. Look in my bag," she gasped.
Reluctantly tearing my mouth from her pooper I rifled through her bag and found a tube of KY. I wondered if she had packed it simply to prepare for this eventuality or whether she was intending to use it over the following week. I didn't care. Given that I was hoping to bed Claire as soon as possible I could hardly begrudge Emma the pleasures of getting some French waiter's dick up her chutney channel. Along with Arabs and Pakistanis, she had a thing for waiters so France was her ideal destination: eating out is cheap (so you meet lots of waiters) and many of the waiters are North African. She had picked up an Arab-looking hotel waiter last time we went to Paris, flirting outrageously with him as he stood at our table, her rock hard nipples advertising her lust. She made a point of ordering sausage whilst staring brazenly at his tenting crotch and I noticed how he managed always to 'accidentally' brush her breasts as he placed the food on the table. After the meal she went to 'freshen up', and I knew exactly why she spent 20 minutes in the bathroom. When she returned we went straight back to our room and burying my face between her sweaty buttocks I began sucking his copious load from her recently fucked shitter. As she strained and farted the waiter's cum into my mouth she described what they had got up to in that toilet cubicle; how he had mauled her teats, biting her nips, his hands roaming everywhere, how she had sucked his large circumcised cock and then bent over so that he could bugger her, how she felt his heavy hairy balls slapping against her fanny, how he pinched her nipples and slapped her tits while his huge Arab cock filled her wanton shit-trench and how, finally she had felt the wet splat of his cum deep in her bottom.
I was equally as excited now. I was going to sodomise my beautiful girlfriend right there in her office. I reached around and unbuttoned her blouse, lifting her jugs out of the lacy cups of her bra. Emma bent forward onto the table, her big sexy tits mashed onto the cold surface, and reached behind to spread her buttocks for me. I knelt down to taste her chocolate starfish once more.
"Come on baby, we haven't got much time," she urged.
"What do you want?" I teased her.
"I want you to fucking give it to me."
"What?" I was playing the game now.
"You cock, your big fat cock."
"Up your arse?" I was standing behind her now, my trousers round my ankles, lubing up my prick and fingering some of the cold jelly into her shithole.
"Yesssss," she hissed, "Bugger me hard. Give me that big dick right up my shitter. I'm still fucking horny from last night."
I loved this. My sexy little girlfriend reduced to some kind of wanton anal slut, begging for my cock up her bottom. She thrust her butt back onto my fingers which were sawing in and out of her slippery anal sheath, moaning with satisfaction as my fingers penetrated her back-passage deeply. Pulling my fingers from her arse I pressed my knob at her crinkled brown ring and with a slurping thrust, began to ease my tool up into the tight, inviting cavern of her rectum until my hips were resting against the soft pillows of her buttocks.
"Now fuck my prick with your arse."
I loved to see this; to look down and see my lust-crazed girlfriend slamming her bottom back and forth on my big hard dick, her hairy butthole stretched obscenely around my pistoning member. After letting her set the pace for a while, I grabbed her hips and began to hump her, thrusting my prick deep into her guts and feeling my balls slap against her wet, hairy fanny.
"Oh fuck Tom. That's so good, your cock's so big in my arse."
"You fucking hot bitch. If only your students could see you now, being buggered in your own office, frigging your big hairy cunt while your boyfriend rogers your greedy arsehole."
"I want them to see me, want them to see what a slut I am, show them how much I love it up the arse." Emma's dirty talk had made me horny and I fucked her harder and harder. I could hear the squelching of her fingers in her syrupy twat, she was getting close.
"I'm gonna cum, baby. Oh shit, yesssss, I'm going to have an orgasm with your big dick ramming up my shitter. Yeh, fuck my dirty shithole and make me cum."
I sodomised her with hard, jabbing strokes, slapping her wobbling buttocks as I filled her backside with my meat. Grasping her hips I thrust into the buttery depths of her shit-tube with long, even strokes. There was a quiet knock at the door.
"I'm coming!!" Emma yelled as my 9 inch prick sawed in and out of her burning quoit.
"Sorry I'm early, Miss, I . . . um . . . " Shafiq's voice tailed off. It was an easy mistake to make I suppose. Knock at the door at you expect your teacher to say "come in" not to yell "I'm coming" a the top of her lungs because she's got a big dick buggering her fundament. Emma hadn't noticed Shafiq come in, such were her paroxysms of lust and orgasm at the time. I continued to bugger her and pressed my finger to my lips. Shafiq got the message and stood, out of Emma's line of sight, watching in rapt attention. It was time to set things up. Things were working out just perfectly.
Keeping my eye on Shafiq's reaction I held Emma's reddened buttocks wide apart and withdrew my slippery tool, leaving her spasming shithole to gape open between her lewdly spread cheeks. Shafiq watched open mouthed as he realised that my cock had been up his French teacher's bottom, not her pussy. His stiffening cock snaked down his trouser leg and he allowed himself a surreptitious stroke of his gargantuan meat as he watched Emma getting her arse stuffed.
"Fuck me more Tom - up my horny little bottom. I feel so empty."
I fed my pulsating fuck-pole up into her gaping anus and recommenced butt-fucking her, determined that Shafiq should hear his teacher's alter ego at its most extreme.
"That's what you want, isn't it you filthy little bitch?" I goaded her, slamming my cock into her steaming crapper, "A big, stiff prick shoved up your greedy shithole."
"Oh yes my love - a big fat cock up my arse, humping me up the poop-chute like the slut I am."
"And who's gonna be fucking your poop-chute for the next week, baby?"
"No-one babe." This was not the correct answer. I slapped her left butt cheek and asked her again.
"Who do you want to get shit-canned by baby?"
"Shafiq," she managed to pant, her climax already taking hold of her shuddering body. Shafiq's face was a picture; he looked like he was going to faint - but from the size of the boner in his trousers he wasn't finding the prospect at all unpleasant.
"And what do you want him to do to you Emma?"
"Suck on my tits," she began, "Suck on my big juicy tits, then lick my big hairy cunt and rim my shithole."
"And then?"
"Then BUGGER ME!" She almost screamed the words. "I want him to fuck me up the shitter with that big brown cock of his so I can show him what a dirty little anal slut I am."
That was enough. I was sure that Shafiq had got the picture by now. I motioned for him to go and he quietly retreated, closing the door behind him. As the last ripples of Emma's orgasm washed over her limp, sweaty body, I lay on top of her, my cock still wedged hard up her rectum.
"Aren't you going to cum up my arse?" she asked, matter-of-factly.
"Darling, to you really want to be shitting cum all the way across the Channel?" It was a fair enough point, but I had other ideas. Claire would be coming home after her shift soon and I intended to work up a particularly copious load with which to spatter her big slutty tits. And besides, I had no doubt that Emma wouldn't have to wait long before she received the jizz-load that her beautiful, talented bottom so richly deserved.