Date: Tue, 7 Oct 2003 22:56:35 +0100 (BST)
From: Tom Smith <arsehole_addict@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Chapter 3

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.