Natalie guessed that it was just that she was so young when ithappened. She found it very hard to accept. Of course, part of theproblem was that Quinlan was also very young. Looking back on it, sherealized there was no way at that time that he could adequately tellher why he wanted what he wanted anyway, and to her it was just toostrange, bizarre. She didn't even think of it as "kinky", because thatframed the whole thing in a sexual context that she couldn't even getto...
"You want to what?" she remembered asking him. Her panties weredown around her ankles, along with her jeans. They were in the backseat of his Dad's '80 Cutlass Supreme. It was so clichˇ, making outand having sex in the boyfriend's parent's car. But what he had askedto do sure wasn't cliche.
It was funny the little details your mind will pick out to store forinstant retrieval. She remembered The Who's "Who Are You?" playing onthe car's chintzy little stereo speakers. She remembered whisperingconversations with him whenever they were in that back seat, as if theycould be heard if they spoke in full voice. If you were in the frontof the car, fully clothed, you used normal voice, even if you weretalking about things you didn't want anyone else to hear, or were doingthings you didn't want your parents to catch you doing, like tokingdoobies, like they had earlier that night. Yet for some reason, shealways whispered when they were in the back of that damn car, which waspretty often. Maybe it was because, whenever they went back there, thenervous tension of sex seemed to shut down any conversation they mighthave, and so any speech seemed unnaturally harsh and obtrusive. So youdidn't speak unless you really had to, and when you did, youwhispered.
So, it was in a whisper so quiet she almost couldn't hear himrepeat, "I want to sniff your...mmmphmmph". In typical paradox, he hadsaid it even quieter the second time, and the word she thought shedidn't hear the first time, she definitely didn't hear the second.
Which brought her to the other curious detail that always stuck outin her mind when she thought back to that night in the back of herboyfriend's daddy's car. She could feel every syllable of his breathplay first hot and instantly cold over the exposed and saliva-wet foldsof her pussy lips. She remembered the sensation as almost painfullyerotic, and often concentrated on that sensation during masturbatoryfantasy later in life. No doubt the wetness that made her so sensitiveto the most trivial change in air currents caused by his breath wasmore than just his saliva.
The Who, whispering and wetness. It was curious what youremember.
She was intrigued by what she thought she heard him say, and alittle curious as to what that might feel like. She thought that theidea was fantastically kinky in a real good way. Made her feel kind ofnasty and dirty, having a guy sniff her pussy, especially when she wasso aroused. But if you thought about it, he was already tasting it,and doubtlessly smelling it, so a sniff really wasn't that outrageous arequest. She was contemplating all of that, letting the delicioussilence hold the moment in suspended animation, when Quinlan broke hertemporary musings by explaining himself further in a manner she wasn'texpecting.
She felt something press into the top of her wet slit, right upagainst her clit, making her yelp in a quick breath. She was expectingthe familiar feel of his tongue, but it took a moment to realize it wasin fact his nose. She stiffened briefly, waiting to feel the suddencoolness of his inhalation, but it didn't come. She felt him begin tonuzzle her, which made her clit stiffen quite nicely against him. Butstill no cooling intake of air. Why was he holding his breath?
Then she felt his nose drop down deeper into her lips, and thenfurther down until his whole face seemed to be engulfed in her pussy. God it felt good! He was absolutely driving her crazy. Too bad thewhole thing was going to be ruined in less than two minutes.
He began to tilt his head forward, so that his forehead began topress against her pudenda. Her distended clitoris would respond toalmost any stimulus at that point and so she began moving her hipssubtly, in a gentle rotating motion. She could feel his hairline beginto press against her clit, which was the only part of her body shecould seem to feel at that moment, and she couldn't believe it but shethought she might come — something she had never done before, at leastnot with another person. She was so focused on the sensation that shewas generating for herself on his forehead, that she almost didn'tnotice that his nose had just about come out of her pussy on the southend and was sliding further down.
But then the feeling of his hot, wet nose against her asshole joltedher out of her masturbatory concentration, and just as she began towonder what the hell he was doing she felt it. A long protracted wetcoolness, no coldness, on her asshole. Her asshole! The sensation wasalmost like a reverse fart. Her immediate reaction was why? Why thefuck would he want to do something like that?? It wasn't so much grossor disgusting — not immediately at least — as it was just confusing. Bizarre, strange, weird! What the fuck was he doing??
She immediately stiffened up, lifted her butt off of the seat of thecar, clenched her cheeks together, and started closing her legs,forcing his face and especially his nose far away from her andespecially her butt. He pulled back as if stung by a bee, and sherolled away from him, then clamored to turn around so that she would befacing him again. As if from instinct, she put her hands over herpubic area as if to shield herself from the staring gaze of astranger.
She scrambled to pull her pants up and then climb back into thepassenger seat of the car. A moment passed and then he awkwardly fellinto the driver's seat. She saw in her periphery that he had openedhis mouth to speak, but nothing came out, and then his mouth closed. "I think you should just take me home," she said quietly. It was infull voice.
She wasn't mad at him exactly so much as she was just, well, weirdedout to use a phrase from the time. So much so that she didn't talk tohim through the entire weekend, even though he must have called a halfdozen times. Her mom knew better somehow than to ask her more thanonce what was wrong after being asked to lie about Natalie's presencein the house.
By the end of the weekend though, her shock and bewilderment beganto subside, and although she couldn't understand it, she decided, maybeshe could just forget it, and they could just go on. She really likedQuinlan. He was a good looking guy and a lot of girls seemed to beafter him. They had been dating for 4 months now, which was a reallylong time for her. He was only her 3rd boyfriend, and the first oneshe had done anything more than kissing with. She hadn't gone all theway with him yet, or anyone else for that matter, but she thought maybehe would be the one. Most of her friends had boyfriends, and havingone was something of a status symbol as well.
So when she saw him at school on Monday, she decided to act asthough nothing had happened. A typical almost 17 year old's solutionto boy trouble. The problem was that it was tough letting Quinlan inon the strategy without coming right out and explaining it to him,which sort of defeated the purpose, and he was way too absorbed in hisown shame to pick up on any of the clues she might drop him.
"I'm sorry about Friday night," he said.
"Don't worry about it," she responded as they walked down the hallto class.
"No really. I didn't mean to freak you out. I just wanted... Idon't know."
"Really, don't sweat it. It's no big deal."
"I really didn't want to upset you. I didn't think you'd ever talkto me again."
"Don't be ridiculous, Quin, you just caught me by surprise. Let'sjust forget about it. I'm not even thinking about it."
They went back and forth like this for what seemed like forever, buthe just wasn't going along. Finally she was saved by the bell, andthey separated to go to class.
Normally, their schedules didn't afford them much contact on Mondaysand on this Monday that seemed like a relief to her. She just wantedto drop this subject, and for good. She knew if she hung around just alittle longer than she should in the cafeteria after her lunch session,she would catch him for a minute or two. She'd made a point of doingjust that earlier in the school year to meet him. But today sheactually left early, and so she didn't see him at all until the end ofthe school day.
She usually took the bus in and caught a ride home with him in theafternoons. Part of the perks of dating a senior with a car. It hadbecome their routine, so she knew he would be coming when he did. Hecaught up with her at her locker at the end of the day. She had grownused to it and like it, but today she was dreading it.
"If you're OK with Friday night, why are you ducking me?" hesaid.
"Well hello to you too, Quinlan!" she said. "And I'm not duckingyou. It's just that Johanssen has really been riding my ass aboutbeing late after lunch," she lied.
"Oh right. Late to Study Hall. That's a major crime..."
"Look, just let it go already. I said Friday was no big deal, andthat's it! And I'm not ducking you! Now are we going or what?" Sheclosed her locker a little too loudly and started up the hall to theexit. OK, she might have slammed her locker.
"Can we just talk about this?" he asked.
He just wouldn't let it go. She didn't respond and they walked insilence out of the school and to his car. She waited for him to openthe car door. She noted that that was another thing she like aboutQuinlan. It was the mid '80s and the guy would actually open a cardoor for a girl.
"OK," she began after he got in and started the car, and she wasstruck once again by the sound of her own full voice, as long as theywere in the front seat of that car. "I might have been a little bitsurprised by Friday night. But I'm OK now, and I wish you wouldn'tmake a big deal about it."
"'A little surprised' doesn't even begin to describe it. Youpractically went psycho on me back there!" he said, jerking his thumbtoward the back seat.
"Let's not exaggerate," she said. "It got a little weird, but it'sOK now."
"What do you mean 'it'? You mean you," he said.
"Well shit, Quinlan! I would never have guessed that's what youwanted to do. It just took me a little by surprise, OK? Besides it'sa little fucking weird someone wanting to sniff your ass, alright??"she said. She really didn't want to have this conversation and she wasstarting to lose her patience.
"What, you thought I just wanted to sniff your ass? I wanted to domore than that--", and he stopped with a sudden realization that nowmight not be the best time for this particular little disclosure.
The fact that it had slipped out and that he wasn't thinking when hesaid it wasn't lost on her, but now it was out there and she didn'tknow what to do about it. Besides, More?? What more?? You mean hewanted to lick...?? Yuck! They sat in silence for a moment while shedigested this new shock.
"I don't know what you're talking about Quinlan, but it's weirdenough someone wanting to sniff around back there, let alone what moreyou wanted to do, what lick or whatever."
"Licking isn't the more I was thinking of, but let's just forgetit!"
Licking wasn't the more he was thinking of? What the hell could hepossibly mean then? She quietly puzzled over this for a while beforeshe went against her own better judgement and decided her curiositymight kill her.
"Well, what was the more you were thinking of then? Kissing?Nuzzling? What? You want to kiss my ass, Quin?" In a differentcontext, the question might have been flirtatious. In a differentcontext, she might have been smiling. But she wasn't. And she saw hecould see that.
"You have it all wrong. It wasn't that I wanted to do more thansniff your ass. It was that I wanted to sniff MORE than just your ass— look just forget it!"
"Forget it? You're the one who wouldn't let it go!" Her mind wasreeling now though. Sniff more than her ass, what the fuck? It wasalmost a morbid curiosity. She was very put off by the idea of doinganything back there, if the truth was to be known. She knew they weretreading dangerous territory, and yet now her curiosity wouldn't let goof her. She was beginning to see Quin as kinky pervert, and it wasn'ta good thing. She just had to know what it was now. She also realizedthat if she was going to find out, she was going to have to have totake a different tack. A less adversarial one.
"I'd say that by now you've sniffed just about everything," shesaid, this time with a softer tone. "What could you possibly belooking to sniff next?" She resisted the urge to add sarcastically: myfeet? my armpits?
"Forget it Natalie."
"Come on, Quinlan, let me know. I'm sorry I freaked outbefore."
By now they had come to her house, and they parked in the street outfront. It took another full 20 minutes of "It's OK, Quinlan" and "Ithink we should be honest with each other" before he cracked andfinally let her in on his dark secret. She wasn't sure how she wouldfeel about it or Quinlan's desire for it, but she had an undeniableneed to know what the hell it might be that he wanted to sniff, what itcould possibly be, and so she had really gone to great lengths to hideany hint of doubt on her part. By then she thought she was preparedfor whatever it could possibly be anyway. She was wrong.
"Alright," he said finally, "you promise not to get mad or upset orlaugh?"
She simply nodded. She sat straight up and leaned ever so slightlytoward him. He had seen her do that once before while watching herwatch the climax of a 6 month long plot build-up on one of hersoaps.
"I'd like to sniff your ass, but what I really want to sniffis..."
She leaned in.
"...your..."
She leaned in even further, even though part of her was alreadycringing inside.
"...farts!" he stated simply.
And there it hung in the air — so to speak. A concept so bizarreand foreign and alien that she couldn't even process it immediately. She knew it was going to disgust her when it registered, but she wasstill trying to process her way through the shock of it. It was justso, unthinkable! I mean you hear jokes and allusions to I don't knowbody scents and being exposed to them or whatever but nobody actuallydesired anything like that did they could they I don't get it do peoplereally do that sort of thing oh my god...
And so her mind reeled.
Numbly and without words, she opened the car door, picked up herbackpack and her purse and got out.
She closed the car door.
She walked into her house.
She didn't look back.
Quinlan Rogers would graduate high school two months later, getaccepted to Brown, and graduate with honors with a degree in EnglishLiterature, all without hearing another word from Natalie Conlin.
It should have been hard to ignore someone that persistent. He was ather locker at the end of every day for the rest of that week. She gotmultiple notes from him each day. Over the weeks, he tried every trickin the book. Getting her friends to talk to her. Sending flowers. Once he even tried calling up and not telling her Mom it was him, onlyto have her hang up on him as soon as she recognized his voice andbefore he could get out more than two words.
But it was easy to ignore him. Because the daze she felt toward himin the wake of his unworldly admission made him seem like a mirage toher. Not even real. It was as though what she heard was sooutlandish, her mind simply refused to accept the idea that he wasreal. She wasn't even trying to be cruel. She just couldn't deal withit, and she didn't want to deal with it, and so ultimately she dealtwith it, by not dealing with it, or him.
Eventually, he gave up. On the last day of her Junior year in highschool, his last as a high school student, he tried one last time totalk to her, but she just turned her back on him, and climbed on thebus. She did not see him that summer. She would hear about Quinlanfrom friends and through the grapevine. She knew he was going toBrown. She'd heard about some scholarship he got and academic awardshe received there. She even registered a mild response to the newsthat he knocked up some girl in his second year and married her, onlyto find the pregnancy was false. It hadn't occurred to her to wonderwhether or not that would make him want to get out of the marriage ornot.
But there was one thing about Quinlan that she couldn't shake,though she fought hard not to acknowledge it, and succeeded, forseveral years.
College was an enlivening, wakening, broadening experience for Natalie. She dated after Quinlan, but managed to hang on to her virginity. Actually it wasn't so hard. In high school for some reason, sex wasn'ta real priority for her, and the more her frustrated boyfriends wouldbeg, con, and cajole, the easier it was for her to resist theiradvances. One of them did convince her to briefly let him go down onher again, but she tensed and it was over pretty quickly.
All that changed in college. Specifically when she met her FrenchTA — Teacher's Assistant — in the Fall of her freshman year. The classwas French 101, and was really more of refresher for her since she tooktwo years of it in High School. The first day she felt somethingspecial looking at him, but it took weeks of being charmed by hisworldliness, accent, and refined manner, to allow herself toacknowledge she thought he was pretty hot.
And there was something about that simple acknowledgement that wassomehow liberating and frightening all at the same time. Feelingsflooded through her as though from a shattered dam. Feelings of want,desire, romance, and lots of lust. She couldn't help staring at hisass when his back was turned. Once, to her great personalmortification, he called on her and she stammered for a bit but was notable to answer his question, the answer to which she did in fact know,because at the time she'd been pondering the taste of his cock.
It wasn't her French TA that totally changed her world though. He'dmerely primed the pump. It would be a junior named Micheal Mocialli. Michael was in her English class, directly after French. All thefeelings that had been released in French started to find targets inEnglish. Her suppressed libido in high school did not keep her fromlearning the tricks of the dating trade though, and she soon had himasking her out with a series of assenting looks and body language thatwomen have known since the dawn of time. It didn't hurt if most peoplethought you were attractive of course.
Thus began what could probably be termed a whirlwind romance. In avery short period of time, she and Michael became an item. Therelationship could probably be best summed up as intensely sexual. Sheloved to fuck him, loved to feel him inside her, loved to suck on hiscock, loved to grind her pussy into his face... it was fantastic. He hada fantastic 20-year-old physique and she took full advantage of it. Hereminded her a bit of Quinlan to in that he loved oral sex, as muchgiving as getting.
One time they lay in his bed at his frat house and began talkingabout their sexual past. Turned out the weirdest thing he'd ever donewas fuck one of his girlfriends in her mother's darkened dining room,while the rest of the family was just outside in the living room. Somehow, they'd managed to keep it quiet enough to finish without beingdetected.
When it came time to discuss the weirdest sexual experience Nataliehad had, she drew a blank. All those years of repressing everythingand pushing boys away had not left much of a daring sexual resume. Themost sex she had prior to Michael still dated all the way back to Quin. She guessed that what ended that relationship could be described asthe weirdest sexual experience she ever had, although at that time, shehadn't taken much of anything sexual from it.
"C'mon, Natalie, there has to be something," Michael prodded.
"OK, well, there was this guy I dated when I was 16..."
"Yeeeeeees?"
"I dunno this is really weird, but one time he went down on me,and..."
"Just one time???" Michael snickered.
"Come on you know what I mean. I mean this one time, he went downon me, and it was good you know, but then he started sniffing arounddown there and that was really weird."
"Sniffing is the weirdest sexual experience you've ever had," hecommented wryly. "How sad."
"No, dummy!" she shouted and gave him a playful punch. "He sniffedmy butt and later told me he wanted to sniff my farts! What awhack!"
Michael just stared at her silently for a moment.
"What??" she cried.
"That's a little off the beaten path, but, mmmm... I can kind ofunderstand it."
"What, are you serious?? You're kidding right?"
"I love the way you smell, even if your not ummmm, you know, rightout of a shower."
"Well that's different, you..." and then her voiced trailed off. "...Well, let's just say you're not sniffing my farts."
"How can you be sure I wouldn't want to though?" he askedteasingly.
"Come on, wanting to sniff someone else's farts is sick!"
"But sniffing your own is perfectly OK, right?"
She looked at his grin and wanted to smack him.
"Look Natalie, maybe it was a submissive thing for him. Maybe hewas looking to worship you."
"You seem awfully understanding," she quipped sarcastically.
"Well, think about it, what could be a more convincing worship ofyour body than wanting to do something like that?"
"I guess. Would you do it though? Seriously, it just seems reallyweird!"
"OK, maybe I'm pushing your buttons here a bit, but I think youshould've just relaxed about it and let him have his fun. Differentstrokes for different strokes you know what I mean? What's the worsething that could happen? So you get to fart in some dude's face who'skissing your ass. Don't sound so bad to me. It's never even occurredto me to do it, but it doesn't outright disgust me."
It was her turn to tease. "Great, so what, you want to sniff myfarts too?"
"What if I do?," he teased and pounced on her. They began wrestlingand he quickly used his superior size and strength to overpower her andflip her over onto her stomach. He had her wrists in his hand and usedhis weight to pin her down.
"Maybe I'm just going to hold you down here until you admitted thatyou liked the fact that guy wanted you to fart in his face," helaughed.
She looked back over her shoulder at him and said, "Oh you thinkyou're so big and strong, don't ya?" She laughed lightly but didn'tstruggle any further under him. The fact was he felt good on her andhe was turning her on. "OK, you might be stronger than I am, butpeople want to sniff my farts!"
She wasn't sure what was going on at first, but she felt him startto slide down her, kissing her back. It felt great, and she wasenjoying the sensation of his stiffening prick up against her ass. Shefelt herself relax; his lips just felt so good on her back. He keptkissing his way down her body until she felt his lips at the very smallof her back.
"Well, don't stop there!" she cried.
"Oh, you want me to kiss your ass?"
"Yeah," she snipped. "Kiss my ass!"
So he let go of her hands and began to kiss the cheeks of her ass.She was shocked at the flush she felt on her cheeks. It was almost asthough she was experiencing an involuntary erotic reaction thatembarrassed her. She let him kiss her butt for a little while longerbut the feeling she was experienced soon grew a little too intense andconfusing, and she turned over.
Then she pulled him to distract him and he took the bait. Whatfollowed was probably the best sex she ever had with Michael, but shecarefully avoided that topic ever again with him. They had a good run,but Michael would become part of her past soon enough. He had furtheropened some doors in her mind, that would eventually pave the way forthe man she would someday marry. His name was Aaron.
What most people noticed immediately about Aaron was his race. Hewas as dark as Wesley Snipes. And big too. Intimidating to mostpeople upon first appearance, but a sweetheart of a guy once you got toknow him. It was this characteristic about him that so intrigued herand eventually lead to them dating.
And that's when Natalie got to find out the ways in which Aaron wastruly different. He was a warm and gentle man who carried with himincredible power, both physically and psychologically. He couldinfluence people in many different ways. He had the size to bring thehurt on if he had too, but his wit, charm, and sheer intelligence meanthe virtually never had to. It gave him the kind of quiet confidencethat only the truly secure have, and that made him attractive to womanand men alike. Everyone admired, respected and liked Aaron.
His points of differentiation carried over into their sex life aswell, in a manner she never expected. Myth or not, he was hung like ahorse, and was an absolute specimen of a man. She loved his bodyopenly and often. And yet her love of him and his body paled incomparison to his love of hers. He adored her and was never reservedabout wanting to worship her. After the first year of dating or so, itbecame clear that he preferred to worship her, and his worship seemedto center around her scent.
He loved the way she smelled. He loved every inch of her body, andthe special scents of every part. Unlike other men who seemed toactually prefer the smell of perfumes, powders, lotions, oils andshampoos, Aaron relished her natural scents. In time, he would professto love the smell of her dirty underwear, her armpits, her feet, herpussy, and especially her ass.
Perhaps it was the open, unaffected way he loved her and her body,coupled with her respect and love for him that caused her to not evenquestion it when he sniffed her body. Before it occurred to her thatshe was letting him do things to her that had caused her greatconsternation in high school, she'd already been openly enjoying it forawhile. And he never asked her to let him smell her fart. It happenedquite accidentally one time while he was kissing her down there. Shewas so wrapped up in what she was feeling from his lips and tongue thatshe simply let a fart go before she even knew she had one. Maybe it wasthe fact that by the time that happened, he had pampered her so muchand lathered her ass so much with kissing, licking, sucking andsniffing that she had grown quite comfortable with the passivelydominant role he was constantly putting her in, but neither of themeven acknowledged it at the time that it even happened.
Her reaction was far different than it would have been in highschool. Having her ass kissed made her feel dominant and arrogant tobegin with, if quietly. So when this happened, it was really just anunderscore of the mood she was already in, and it really turned her on. They might not have discussed it, but you couldn't ignore that ithappened either.
Things really came to a head about a month or so later. He wasshowering her with kisses, starting at her feet and working his way up. Around the time he was at the middle of the backs of her thighs, shecould feel the pressure of gas inside her, and she held it in. When he put his face right into her ass and began to sniff like she knew hewould, she let her gas start to hiss slowly out of her asshole. Shecould feel him sniffing it in, and it gave her a rush she had neverexperienced before. It made her wet and she arched her back as she fedhim the rest of her foul wind, and when she was done, he licked heruntil she came. It represented the culmination of a prolonged andsubtle, but important, shift in their sexual relationship.
Not that she loved him or his body any less, but after that all oftheir attention seemed to just focus on her. She resisted it a bit atfirst, but over time all the attention and worship had its effect andshe had grown to crave the ass kissing. She would still occasionallysavor him, but the bulk of their sex life had become about how well hecould satisfy her with her mouth while she did increasingly rude thingsto him.
Aaron was a flat-out masochist in some ways, and he nurtured a formof sadism in her that would eventually take hold and she would come toembrace. And the intensity of it seemed to fuel their relationship toever higher levels of ecstasy and intimacy. The rudeness of farting inhis face, which had started to become a staple of their sexual diet,was greatly intensified when they began to verbalize about it duringsex. She would eventually come to enjoy making him beg for it, andwithheld rude sex from him until he groveled for the abuse.
Sometimes sexually intense relationships burn out because there isnothing else sustaining them, but that was not the case for Aaron andNatalie. Being together in an interracial relationship was not easy,even in these supposedly enlightened times, and some of the adversitythey faced together seemed to bond them together even more. Theirs wasa rich, vibrant, and varied romance, and it was reflected in their sex.Eventually he gave her a ring and shortly thereafter they exchangedvows, and five years of marriage had seen their sexual heat increase,not decrease.
On the night of their fifth anniversary, she lay there in bed withhim, after having gone out to a lavish restaurant and enjoying aromantic dinner over candlelight and wine, and cooed while thinkingover the seven years that they had been together. One year dating, oneyear engaged, and now five years married. He had given her a beautifuldiamond necklace and she wore that and nothing else as they lie theretogether.
She felt him begin to rub her shoulders and roll her over onto herstomach. She flashed him a knowing smile, and said, "Somebody wants toget nasty, don't they?"
Aaron tried to look innocent and said, "Can't a man love his wife ontheir anniversary?"
"Oh, you'll love me alright," she snickered. "You know this is thesecret to our success, don't you?"
"You mean this?" he said and slid down behind her and gave thebarest little peck right at the cleft of her butt cheeks.
"Oh, yessssssssssss," she sighed. "You taught me the real meaningof pleasing a woman."
"Kissing her ass?" he teased, as he began nuzzling her crack withhis nose.
"That and eh... ....learning to take her shit." She couldn't stop acat-who-ate-the —canary smile from sneaking across her face.
"Well, I've certainly taken plenty of yours, haven't I?"
She could hear his breathing begin to change, the firm insistentcaresses of his hands on her back, thighs, her cheeks, the trail ofkisses he created over her ass and leading him back to the crack of herass. She never got used to the thrill of it, and the anticipation ofwhat was going to happen next.
The mood of the moment had grown strong, and after years of goingthrough this dance, she had learned her role well, had learned to playwithout any self-consciousness at all. She wanted to say outrageousthings to him, and she knew he wanted to hear them.
"You know what really makes me glow inside?" she asked.
"Tell me," responded Aaron, beginning to make a kissing trek downher ass crack.
"I just love thinking about all the shit I've watched you eat overthe years. I mean, I just get such a warm feeling inside thinkingabout you eating my shit over and over and over again. You're so goodat it!" She paused, patted him on the head, and added condescendingly,"Thank you, sweetheart!"
Her words ran through him like electricity, causing a magneticreaction that sucked him deeper and deeper into the depravedhumiliation he craved so badly. She was so very good at giving it tohim and that made him worship her, in every meaning of the word. Hiskisses were protracted, romantic love affairs with her ass. He openhis mouth so he could taste her skin, each pore. As he slid his mouthever southward, he would encounter the little hairs he knew so well. She had once wondered if he was repelled by them; we seem to be asociety obsessed with the removal of hair from a woman's body, but hedrew them into his mouth and sucked on them and told her he lovedthem.
She continued, "How much of my shit do you think you've eaten? Hasa week gone by where you haven't had the thrill of tasting my shit atleast once?"
The questions were meant rhetorically, which was a good thingbecause he was way too absorbed in his reverie of her ass to answerher, but she had given it some thought, and she figured it wouldprobably fill a wheel barrow, and the image of him eating a wheelbarrow full of her shit made her chuckle.
"You've taught me well the two things my ass was meant for: to bekissed and to take a shit. With you, I get to combine both at the sametime... You love being my slave, don't you?" This was a somewhat recenttwist to their play, where his race was used to accentuate thehumiliation. It was dangerous territory, culturally and personally,and it really did hurt on a certain level, but like a submissive takinglashes, he embraced the emotional pain of what was about to happen.
"You just love being my ass kissing slave, don't you?"
He was beginning to break, she could tell. He had started to kissher pussy, and that meant that he was getting set to suck her off. Henever licked her ass at this point, he wanted her scent to remainundiluted by his saliva, so that he could smell her while she got offin his mouth. She gyrated her hips, grinding her pussy against hisface. As though her stiff wet clit demanded that he open his mouth,she began to feel his tongue on her.
"I like the way you never complain about having to kiss my ass orsuck me off..." His ministrations were really bringing her closer to thebrink. She continued her rude monologue while he serviced her. "...andyou have no one to blame but yourself that I shit on you. You've madesure that I associate all of this with pleasure, the way you lap at mypussy until I come in your mouth when you know I'm going to shit on youanyway!"
And then she came, the orgasm riding on a wave of absolutelyselfish, arrogant, sometimes even mean-spirited pleasure. She groundherself into his mouth, fucking his face as she came. As was hisregular practice, he continued to kiss and gently lick her pussy forlong after she came, making sure she enjoyed her full afterglow. Itwas not unusual after coming and then relaxing that she found she hadto go the bathroom, and even though she just came, this part alwaysthrilled her.
"That's it lick me, bitch! Open your mouth and cover my pussy — Ihave to piss!" She loved the way he would strain and bend his neckawkwardly to accommodate her obscene demand. When she felt the sealwas sufficient around her pussy, she began to urinate in his mouth. She could feel him sucking the piss out of her pussy like drawing sodathrough a straw, and her mind seemed to hone in on details like thesound of him gulping her piss. Something about the way he had justserviced her orally, and the timing of then repaying him by pissing inhis mouth always made her feel that this was especially mean to do. She knew he enjoyed it, but it was still mean, and that thrilledher.
"Aaaaaahh!" she moaned. "That feels good taking a piss in yourmouth... Make sure you lap up any remaining piss. Clean me good,bitch!" She felt him follow her orders. He finished by closed-mouthkissing her slit from bottom to clit.
"Now you may show your respect and gratitude by kissing my assholeand thanking me."
"Thank you for letting me make you come in my mouth, and thenletting me drink your piss..." he said quietly. His subdued mannerunderscored the subservient nature of his actions. He gently pulledher butt cheeks apart and began showering her asshole with kisses. Shefelt that she was hot and sticky down there, and she knew what thatmeant.
Aaron breathed deeply as he kissed every familiar wrinkle of herasshole, and absorbed the familiar smell of her ass. The first fewtimes they had tried some of the hardest scat play, it was reallydifficult for him. The scent was just too strong. He found he couldnot withstand the sheer intensity of the stench or taste of her shit,and would have to bail out, running to the bathroom to spit it out andonce even vomiting.
In time, however, he grew accustomed to it, and he found he was ableto keep it in his mouth and even swallow it. He eventually got to apoint where he could chew it and run his tongue through it. Now hefound that he craved it. Once while sharing these thoughts with her,she said, "I guess it's true then."
"What's that?" he replied.
"I once worked at a hotel as a waitress. The owner was a big fatmean old son-of-a-bitch. Everyone was afraid of him. He would firepeople on the spot, and he loved the nervousness he inspired in hisemployees. I remember one time he came in for lunch, and I thanked Godwhen I didn't have to wait on him. But then he started really ridingthe girl who was serving him and yelling at her, and she left crying. I then had to wait on him and I was terrified. But when I came up tohis table, he was very soft-spoken with me, kind even. And I'll neverforget what he said to me just before he finished his meal and got upto leave. He said, 'Don't worry about that girl. She'll be back. Youmake some people eat your shit enough times, and they eventually cometo crave it!' and then he laughed. And you know what? Next day, shewas back at work."
"I'd never heard that story before," Aaron had said.
"So you see," said Natalie, turning toward him and stroking hischin, "I've made you eat so much of my shit now that you like the tasteof it. Your crave it now, don't you? See? You're now my little shitjunky!"
This conversation went through his mind now as he kissed her assholewith the taste of her come and piss fresh in his mouth, and he foundhimself reveling in the scent of her ass, and craving the taste of hershit. He felt a vertigo of lust sweep over him.
"Please shit on me, Natalie! Please let me eat your shit! I'mhungry for your shit!"
"I know, you shit junky! Lick my ass!" she responded, and she felthis tongue begin to caress the folds of her asshole, and then she let afart rip right into his mouth. She sometimes missed the way he used togag when she did that.
Then she felt his tongue start to wiggle inside her relaxingasshole. She loved this feeling of getting her asshole licked out, ofgetting a sort of tongue enema. She loved knowing that he would soontaste the fruits of that enema.
She let another fart loose into his mouth, and then began to feelher bowels bear down. The time had come...