Michelle stunned me. Shy, retiring Michelle. Even keeled
Michelle. Michelle, bent over the couch, her desirable derriere wide open, skirt
up over her back, calling me to come lick her arse and get her ready for her
man. How elegant she looked. Those filmy panties, the silken bottom panel just
covering her two inviting holes, the nearly transparent material of the back
exposing the dark valley between the twin moons of her perfect arse. Life is so
strange, how it can go along in such predictable routines day after day, then,
just when it's got you lulled into a comfortable rut, turn inside-out,
upside-down, helter-skelter spinning out of control on you.
Michelle's antics had certainly done that to my life. I'd been close friends
with Michelle and Eddie ever since they'd moved into the Condos three years ago.
They were really my only close friends outside my family. I'm an artist and
writer, jealous of my time. Truth is I'm also shy and pretty much a loner. At a
party, I usually sit in a quiet corner somewhere reading, or just trying to look
like I'm complete without anybody. When some poor sucker comes up and tries to
break through that wall of silence, my awkwardness with conversation soon drives
them off. Michelle and Eddie were one of those rare exceptions, folks with
patience enough to draw me out and depth enough to fascinate me and keep me
coming back for more.
But, up to now, our relationship had been one of friendship only, nothing
remotely like a sexual level. Oh, I guess, over the course of three years, we'd
talked enough about abstract sexual things, abnormal psychology, reviews of
various books or plays. Shell and Eddie knew my liberal bias well enough. They
also knew that I had no real sex life. They knew I'd never really dated
seriously or had a love of my life. I'd told them about the few disastrous
tries.
The closest I had come was with Sharon. We had met at a university party, one of
the few I let myself get roped into attending. She was at least as quiet and
withdrawn as I, and I found myself drawn to her out of a sense of sympathy. She
had been quietly smoking a joint someone had handed her, and she shared the last
of it with me when I introduced myself to her. We talked briefly. In minutes,
she'd determined that I had a car. She didn't. She asked if I'd mind taking her
home. She said that ganga always made her unbearably horny, and she couldn't
trust herself to stay in the party any longer. As she made this confession, I
assumed it to be some sort of come-on, but, looking at her cowering, hand on the
door handle of the moving car, I decided otherwise. Either she had a strange
reaction to marijuana, or she was deeply neurotic. Probably both. I took her
straight to her apartment, ready to deliver her in a totally gentlemanly
fashion, and she actually dragged me through her door and wrestled me to the
floor, pawing at me, tearing my clothes off. When she got to the point of
sitting, pantied bottom on my bare chest, she suddenly shifted gears and went
into frightened fawn mode. It took clever negotiating to get out of her place
with nothing more lost than a couple of buttons and my self respect. That's
right, virginity still intact. A twenty-seven year old man in today's world,
still unsullied.
I'd waited for her to call me the next day. I thought perhaps that she was on
some drugs, or that something I had done or said had somehow set her on her
oddball course. When, after several days, I didn't hear from her, I called. The
conversation was nervous, self conscious, and brief. She wanted to see me again.
For breakfast. When we met, all she could talk about was finding some grass and
getting together again. I made my embarrassed excuses and bowed uncomfortably
out of her life.
Yes, Shell and Eddie both knew I was undefiled. But, given my sexual reticence,
how could they have known I'd be so receptive to Michelle's wild move? What I
didn't know was that they were cruising the Internet too, and, from little
things I'd said, they'd guessed that it was me posting to this newsgroup. An
inspection of my workstation while I was fixing them drinks had removed any
lingering doubt. They had me nailed.
Their own, shy virgin neighbour an infamous USENET libertine. The two of them
had been, for months now, reading the stories I concocted. They had gained an
insight into my psychosexual realm even my own sister, Paula, never had.
Certainly not my brother Phil. I couldn't tell Phil anything personal. Outgoing,
womanising Phil. He'd have laughed his head off at my fantasy world. Paula, on
the other hand, knew that I had kinky leanings. She also knew that I wasn't
sharing those kinks with anyone. She knew I loved a womanly figure. She knew I
was hopelessly romantic.
What Paula didn't know, certainly not from my revelations, was that I bought
nudie magazines like Big Butt, Leg Show, and Black Tail, and that I lay awake
nights dreaming about worshipping the beauty of the feminine rears shown
therein. I even played with my own arse, smelling the heady odour of a finger
pulled from my own core while I masturbated, transfixed by the perfection of the
womanly flesh pictured in the zine. I had gone as far as tasting the stuff from
in there, imagining all the while that it was not from me but from the lovely
creature on the pages before my eyes. I did this to practice for the day when a
SCAT mistress would demand such service from me. I had to know that I could do
anything she asked, no matter how dirty. No, Paula, my own sister, didn't know
my dark side. But Michelle and Eddie knew these things about me the moment they
cracked the code of my screen name. And from that moment on, they had been planning
my SCAT seduction.
I fit perfectly into their love life. Eddie and Michelle had a relationship
built upon sharing in intellectual pursuits, the arts, many things. Mutual
respect, that was their watchword, OK? But when it came down to raw, animal
attraction, Eddie loved Michelle for her ample arse. He lived to drive his hot
flesh deep into her rear entrance. Shell loved sharing it with him, but she
longed for more. As they read my SCAT fantasies and my oral fixations, Michelle
grew more and more interested in having someone treat her body with such
adoration. Eddie, for all his love of his beautiful wife, couldn't bring himself
to put his mouth anywhere below her waist. Still, the images of his pretty woman
being worshipped in queenly fashion were not without their effect on him.
Perhaps at first it was just something he considered because he knew his woman
wanted it. However, the more thought he gave those visions, the stronger grew
his desire to act them out.
Finally, a fantasy began to crystallize from all their discussions of the steamy
topic. What if they were to bring me into their lovemaking circle as an oral
servant of them both. My job would be to orally prepare Michelle for her anal
assignation with Eddie, then clean them both up after Eddie had spent his love
between her ample buttocks. This idea. when Eddie first voiced it, was an
immediate hit with Shell.
It was shortly after this fantasy formed in their minds that Michelle turned her
perfect tail to me and flashed her invitation. Right there before my eyes. No
glossy highlights interfering with my vision. No staple where her rosebud ought
to be. This was no page from some skin zine, but a real, living, breathing
woman. A woman I knew and loved. A woman whose wondrously curvy form and wide
hips I had admired for three long years. A woman who now wanted me to pull down
the diaphanous material of her panties and kiss her arse. Posed like this, so
there could be absolutely no doubt of the veracity of her statement, Michelle
explained all of the foregoing. She told me how she and Eddie had blown my
Internet cover. How he knew I watched Michelle every time she bent over, lust
flooding my hungry eyes. How she wanted just what I'd been writing about in
alt.sex.fetish.scat. Posed with her rump on slutty display, Michelle explained
how she and Eddie planed to include me in their bedroom activities.
I didn't need to hear much in the way of convincing. The whole day I'd been
hotter than a sizzling skillet. In fact, I'd planned to cut tonight's visit to
their apartment short in favour of a long, languid session with some of my
current favourites from the skin zines. In light of the present offer, however,
I was willing to be flexible. Ha! Flexible in plans, maybe, but there was
certainly one part of my anatomy that was loosing its flexibility fast. With
Eddie sitting in his favourite chair watching, nodding approval, I slipped
forward from my chair and onto my knees on the floor. Keeping my face right on a
level with the perfection displayed before me, I walked on my knees toward
Michelle's proffered prize.
"Michelle, I never dreamed. . ." I hesitated. Time for total honesty.
"Well, OK, I fantasized about you many times. You. . . you're so womanly,
such a perfect figure. But having you open to me like this. It's. . . "
And then my desire took over. I became a soul man. I hooked my fingers under the
waistband of those diaphanous panties, and slid them slowly down over the
luscious fullness of her bottom. Already I was overcome by the strong scent of
woman, familiar to me from sniffing the panty panel of my twin sister Paula's
undies borrowed from her clothes hamper.
"Kiss her the way you've always dreamed of doing, Paul" Eddie
instructed, without the slightest tinge of jealousy in his demeanour.
How Eddie felt about this was terribly important to me, and I was greatly
relieved to hear him urging me on. Not only was he my best friend, he was big
enough to crush me like an aphid on a plant if he didn't like what I was doing.
With his clear OK signalled in this instruction, and Michelle's musky
pussy-smell drawing me in like a butterfly before a fragrant rose, I went to
work. I was a soul man, giving this perfect princess a soul kiss. My mouth
covered the brown flesh around her anal opening. Face buried in the
perfection of her rear valley. Tongue probing out, tentative at first, loving
what it found, breathing in a new smell, different, desirable part of woman, arse,
a hint of pussy mingled with her anal aroma, awesome, wondrous taste,
blackness as my face bored into her soft derriere. I think I almost passed out
from the rush of emotion that swept over me. What I was doing was so dirty. So
clean. In front of Eddie. Getting her ready for him.
Yes. Deep into her core I plunged. My tongue trying to stretch out and tickle
her tonsils from behind. At that moment, I wanted to Roto Rooter up into her
intestines with my tongue. I wanted to feel, to taste, to smell and sense every
mysterious inch of this desirable creature. So long I had marvelled at the
flawlessness of her curves. I had thought that nothing in such a one as Michelle
could possibly be considered dirty. Here I was proving that I meant that.
The taste of her shit was slight in her, but just enough for that first time. It
was enough to bring a rush of saliva to my mouth. Soon I had her soaking wet all
over her lovely arse and well up inside, as far as my tongue could probe and
force the slippery wetness. I was really slobbering into her fanny, moaning
obscenely, unaware of anything save for Michelle's tail wagging away on my
tongue, and my enormous need to do this for her. I could hear her soft sighs,
growing more urgent, needing this service as much as I needed to render it.
I don't know how long I French kissed her soft fanny, but Eddie told me it was
about a half hour. I know I wasn't even aware of his having moved from his
chair. The last time I had looked, he was still sitting there, pants off, huge
erection dripping pre-cum all over his hand as he stroked up and down his hot
meat. Now he was standing directly behind Michelle, his massive hard-on pointing
right at the spot where my mouth joined with his wife's sumptuous arse. He
didn't even have to say a word. I did what, an hour ago, would have been totally
unthinkable to me. I took my mouth from her anus and sucked the length of his
hard-on into me. I lathered him up with all the moisture that sucking Michelle
had generated. When he was all slick, wet, and hot, I lovingly guided his big
prick up against her brown opening. Immediately, Michelle pushed out as if
expelling a big turd. Her soft anal flesh puckered out and just seemed to pull
Eddie's long rod inside her like quicksand swallows a booted leg.
Eddie groaned with the pleasure, and Michelle with the rush of sensation as his
hot meat slid up her now slippery rear canal. He stayed deep in her, groin
pressed against her buttocks, for some time. Meanwhile I climbed under her and
placed my tongue on her tit, hanging down from her as she bent forward over the
couch. But she pulled me up and soon our mouths met in a wild, passionate kiss.
Michelle seemed to thrill all the more at her own scent on my lips. My hand was
in her sopping pussy, working magic on the little nubbin at the front of its
folds. Soon Eddie was beginning a slow fucking in and out of her receptive core.
Each time he thrust into her, I could feel her breath driven into my own mouth.
Eddie picked up his pace as he locked into the ancient dance that takes lovers
to release. Her groans became rich, full, guttural. He was driving deep into her
now, and her tongue was flicking into my mouth as if somehow being poked by his
rod coming all the way up through her.
The thought of this sent me right to the edge. That cock had just been in my
mouth. What if it could somehow go all the way up her poop chute and through her
into me, carrying his need for her and her essence along with it. My fingers
were flying in Michelle's silky cunt. Eddie roared as the huge enema of sperm
that had been building in his balls for the last hour spewed deep into his
wife's waiting bowels. Michelle moaned out her own cat-scratch fever, muffled as
it was by her mouth glued to mine in our kiss. Carried away by all this, for the
first and only time in my life, I went over the top without a thing touching my
trigger. Wave after wave of sperm sprayed from me onto Michelle's belly and
tits, dripping back down onto my own body lying under her.
If this could have lasted forever, my life would have been complete staying in
that one spot. Of course, it couldn't. Time, which had seemed to stand still,
really kept right on, and time soon took its toll on all our passions. I ended
my spurting orgasm. Michelle finished her massive cum and, gasping for air,
broke free of our kiss. Eddie stood with knees near buckling and his once raging
hard-on now shrunken, plopped out of his wife's spasming rear. This was my
signal. The second half of my assignment was ready at hand. I slithered back out
from under Michelle, licking my own cum from her generous tits and softly
rounded tummy as I passed. As I slid under her pussy, I lapped up the excess of
her love juice flooding down her legs and matting her curly hair to her flesh. I
sucked Eddie's softened member in and delighted in the strong taste of his
wife's insides still mingled with his sperm. After cleaning him fully, I moved
up her crack to her now ravaged hole. It was sooooo open now. So full of spunk.
I licked into her and sucked at her. Michelle pushed to expel all the cum enema
she could give me. The taste of her chocolate mixed with his cream was beyond
belief. In no time I was panting away, sucking and kissing Michelle with all the
fervour I had given my first try.
Soon, Michelle was responding in kind. Her breath, which had slowed to near
normal, began anew the ragged race of her earlier excitement. In time, even
Eddie, back slouched in his chair, was up and stroking his big pole again. This
time, after getting his love tool all wet and ready for entry, I moved around
and let Michelle suck my hardness into her hungry lips while Eddie ploughed into
her rear opening. I held still and let the force of his thrusts move Shell's
lips up and down my wonder wand. I could feel each bounce as his groin slapped
her butt, pushing her mouth up till her lips touched the base of me. Then her
face would slide back down, drawn by the suction of the departing monster being
slid from her rectum. Back in, gulping my last inch, out till her tongue teased
only the tip, in soooo deep, gagging her but driving her to ever greater
passion. Building a fire that started way down in my loins and gathered, grew,
began to press and then exploded into her hungrily sucking lips. Eddie, hearing
the sucking, moaning, swallowing noises, was soon unloading a second load of
passion in his lady's lovely rear. And Michelle, fingering her own pussy, rolled
along in constant cum through both Eddie's and my release.
Cleaning them up this time was even better than the first experience. Michelle's
rectum was, by now, overflowing with cum and her own fanny juices secreted to
lessen the friction of the arse fucking she'd gotten. All this, she willingly
gave to me.
Then we tried my favourite position. After preparing them both, Michelle and I
get into a hot 69 with her on top, and I guide Eddie back into her well-used
hole. He just tries to hold still, and I, urging her on with my tongue flying
into her twat, get her so hot her bucking takes both Eddie and me over the top.
Inches above my nose, I can see Eddie's hot meat pumping more cum deep into
Michelle's sweet rectum. Cum I will soon suck back out of her.
We lost count of how many times we played an encore that night. Till we were all
too sore to try again, that's the only way I can reckon it. And till we all knew
that we had turned a new page on our erotic lives.