A Date with a Twist

t was supposed to be a typical date for Lynn and me. Friday night dinner and a movie - it's what she had wanted, and I was cool with that. We had been seeing each other for a few months now, got comfortable with each other, didn't need fancy meals and expensive evenings anymore, at least not all the time.

We had hit it off right away. I had been at a bar, Cormin's I think. Nice place in that it's clean and not full of college students all the time - not during summer, anyway. The college hangouts are great when you are actually in school, but you loose interest real quick once you're out. I have a few bars my friends and I go to, but we like to hit new places every once in a while. You hang out at the same place all the time, you only ever meet the same people. I live for variety, newness. I like trying different things and am always up for an adventure.

Anyway, some friends and I were at Cormins, and we see other groups around, a few couples and some people sitting by themselves - mostly guys. I don't think I've ever gone to a bar alone unless I was meeting my friends there. It just looks pathetic. I saw her there, at the bar in a mixed group - people from work, I guessed, doing a happy hour. They were well dressed, slacks and jackets around, even most of the women, but not Lynn and the girl she was talking to the most - their jackets were off and thrown over the back of some chair, and their blouses were untucked, their hair no longer staying in place on their heads.

She caught my eye, and two things tend to do that: redheads and breasts. I am a breast man, to be sure, and that is not limited to large ones, though due to size, they are obviously more likely to get noticed. I like when breasts are revealed - low neck lines, tight shirts, bouncing, colored bras, or see-through shirts. It wasn't that Lynn had huge boobs, it was that she had unbuttoned her blouse enough that you could see her bra when she leaned over the bar. And it was a white blouse and a black bra, too, so it was very obvious, and from the way she was leaning, I had no doubt she was doing it on purpose. Even better, she was a red head, a light red-brown with brighter red highlights, and it looked natural too.

Her blouse was loose and bunchy, but I could see enough of her body to know she's what I like - smooth and sleek, but not some thin stick of a run-way model. I like curves, shape, and a waist and hips and a round butt. Firm enough to make a nice slap sound when you spank it, but soft enough to sink you teeth into. An hourglass frame and a bit of muscle in the shoulders. I guessed that she worked out to keep in shape, but wasn't a freak about it.

Some of the males in her group were hitting on her and her friend - I would later know her as Amy, but that is neither here nor there. They didn't seem to be succeeding; from where I was sitting I could see Lynn and Amy sharing glances, those "Good Lord these guys suck" glances.

I waved for the bartender. It took him a while to see him, but I forgave him for that. He was distracted by Lynn's cleavage, and who wouldn't be?

"What's she having?" I asked, nodding down towards her group.

"Which one?" he asked, but he was grinning. He knew who I meant.

"The red head. Beer, wine, mixed drinks? What? Shots?"

"She had a Black Russian and a Bailey's on the rocks."

I nodded, mulling that over in my head. "Thanks," I said, dropping a five on the counter. I heard one of my friends laughing behind me, joking at me making a move. I ignored him.

The bartender looked at the five and then back at me. I had been tipping well all evening, as I usually did. I worked at a job long ago where I got tips, and I knew just how much it meant to someone to be tipped, and tipped well. I always over-tipped.

"She and her friend have been rolling their eyes a lot," he said.

"I noticed."

"Over heard them saying something about needing to start doing shots soon." The bartender added, "To each other."

I nodded. "What's her friend have?"

"Toasted Almond."

I smiled. It was almost too easy. "Send them each a shot: Baby Guiness. And I'll have one, too."

The bartender smiled at me and nodded. "Right away."

That's the trick, in my mind. Some guys go and ask a woman if he can buy her a drink. That doesn't work so well, especially when the girl was in the situation she was in. First, I'd have to get through to her, then wait for her to notice me, and then stand there like an idiot, trying to be heard, while I made a move. It also puts her in a bad spot, me being there amongst her group. It would be embarrassing for her to be hit on amongst co-workers by some stranger at a bar. No tack that way.

It's better to send them a drink, or tell the bartender to put her next drink on your tab. Even classier, but more risky, is to order them something they aren't drinking. You have to make sure it's something she likes, which is the risky part - you send her something she doesn't want and you end up feeling like an idiot. And unless a girl is already doing shots, or as it was in this case, indicates she wants a shot, never order a shot for someone you don't know, especially hard alcohol. Not only is it good at pushing people into the drunk range, but it makes you look like you are trying to get them drunk, which is a bad first impression.

I felt safe with a Baby Guiness - just kahlua with a head of Bailey's. She seemed to like both, it's tasty, and it's not very strong. I just hoped the bartender was right or that the girls weren't joking about wanting shots.

Adding to his tip for this endeavor, the bartender brought me my shot first, then went down to the girls, setting the glasses right in front of them, and leaning it to talk to them both. He was being quiet about it, not making a big scene, not attracting the attention of the others in her group. I liked this guy. He nodded and pointed in my direction, and when they both looked over, I gave them a smile, making sure to hold the redhead's eyes in a long gaze. I raised my shot in a toasting fashion, then knocked it back in one quick motion. When I looked back over at them, they were smiling and whispering amongst themselves.

The redhead kept her eyes locked with mine as they both raised their shot glasses, toasting me back, and then downed them. Their group was looking confused, but as soon as Lynn's glass was on the bar, she was off her stool and walking over to me.

I was expecting the usual chitchat, a "thank you", or the typical "how did you know?" but I was wrong. She strolled right up to me, and without the slightest hesitation, grabbed my chin in one hand and planted a kiss on my lips. Not some little peck, either, but full, open-mouthed, hot and passionate French kissing. Her tongue was darting around my mouth before I even knew what was going on, but my initial shock was short lived and I was responding with equal vigor.

She was full of surprises, and that beginning pretty much defined out relationship.

When she pulled away, she said, "I'm Lynn, and that was the coolest pickup any one has every tried on me. Unless you are a total asshole, I'm yours for the rest of the night."

It's safe to say that I was into her from the start.

It wasn't long before Amy joined my group of friends, all of us laughing and drinking and having a good time. Lynn, throughout the night, would just turn to me and start making out, then break it off and go back to what she was doing. She was a tease, for sure, but she didn't seem the kind who didn't back it up. It was the playful "see what you're in for later" teasing, and I was hooked.

The bartender, I noticed, was now hanging around with us. He had done me a fair turn, so I made sure to include him in our conversations when he was around. Introduced myself, had him introduce himself to all of us. He and Amy flirted up quite the storm that evening, to the chagrin of my companions who had hoped to be the ones courting her.

When her original group started to leave, though, Amy turned to Lynn, said something about needing to leave - they had both gotten a ride with one of the other people from their office it turned out. Lynn just flat out stated, matter of fact, "Nah, I'm going home with Steve." Turning to me, she simple said, "Cool?"

Who was I to argue? Oh course I said yes, it was cool.

When Amy left, I saw her slip a card to Joe, the bartender. He showed it to me later, when Lynn was away from us. It read "Call me when you get off work TONIGHT" and included her name and number. He smiled at me, and we both knew that he never would have gotten that card if he hadn't hooked me up with the info he did.

Lynn and I shacked up that night, and it was one of the best random hook-ups of my life, only surpassed by my first drunken hook-up back in high school with Lisa something or other. It's hard to beat the first time you get your hands on naked breasts and get a blow job, but this was so very close. Lynn was just a wild, energetic nymph. I had never know a girl who wanted sex so much so badly and was willing to say so, and then throw you on the bed and show you she wasn't kidding.

The next few weeks were amusing, looking back on them. We had become hook-up buddies, and were enjoying the role. Typical conversations went like:

"You doing anything tonight?"

"Nope."

"Meet me at such and such bar in ten minutes."

"I'll be there."

Couple rounds later, we ended back at someone's house, had wild, loud, and sometimes destructive sex, and every once in a while, someone slept over.

I made the first move, asking her out to dinner. It was our first official date, and we have been together since. I knew she was a very forth-coming girl. She spoke what was on her mind and wasn't shy about anything. That didn't mean she couldn't still surprise me. She did, and often, and this was one of those nights.

We were at the restaurant, menus in hand and deciding what to order. I looked across the table at her, her head still buried in the menu, and ask her "Do you know what you want?"

She nodes, and without even lifting her eyes from the food choices, she stated, "I want to get buggered."

I stared at her for a couple moments, confused. "What?"

"I want to get good and buggered tonight."

I'm not British, but I understood the slang. She's not either, and I would have thought she would know what it meant, but I never would have thought she would come out and say it in a restaurant like that. "You mean the British buggered?" I asked, hoping she wasn't using some strange slang for getting drunk.

"Yeah," she replied, still reading through her menu as if this was a normal dinner conversation. "I've been craving it for a while now. Haven't had a proper buggering for a while." She finally looked up at me to add, "My last boyfriend wasn't in to it." She went right back to her menu after that.

"Really?" I was shocked. "I didn't know that there were guys who weren't."

"Yeah, well, I have a feeling that more guys say they are into it then really are, especially to other guys. He thought it was dirty."

"It's supposed to be," I said. "That's part of the fun."

"Exactly!" She set her menu down and looked at me. "So, you're up for it?"

"God yes!"

"You've done it before?"

"Not for a while. My last few girl friends wouldn't even try it. One of them broke up with me for asking. Said I was a pervert - as if that was the worst thing I would want to do to a girl!"

Lynn was smiling. "I have a secret. I'm freshly shaved and not wearing underwear." She grinned at me, then returned to her menu as if nothing had happened.

I was already turned on and looking forward to just getting her home. Fucking a girl up the ass is one of my favorites, and it had been a while since I had done it, and even longer since I was with a girl who actually asked for it.

The first was my first girl friend. I brought it up soon after we started having sex. While leery at first, she was game, and ended up enjoying it. She was embarrassed about liking it so much, thinking that it was wrong for her to enjoy anal sex, but after a while, she decided she didn't care if it was right or wrong, she just wanted. I ended up fucking her shit chute as much as her cunt, which was perfect for me since I didn't have to wear a condom when I did her up the ass. I hadn't found a girl that enthusiastic since - until now.

It was a long dinner for me that night. I was turned on by her request and couldn't get the idea out of my mind. Lynn was no help, either, teasing me mercilessly, running her bare feet across my hard-on all through dinner, leaning over as much as she could so I could see down her shirt, catching glimpses of the bra-less orbs underneath.

In the car, she spread her legs wide, but just not wide enough for me to see anything underneath. She reached a hand under her skirt, thought, and rubbed her fingers along her slit. She made overly exaggerated motions, moaning loudly just to tease me more. She would periodically raise her fingers to her lips and make a grand show of licking them clean and wetting them down before returning them to her pussy.

"So wet," she murmured. "So hot. God, I just need a cock in me."

I asked if we should just go home, but she was appalled by the idea, insisting we must go to the movies, that she really wanted to see this one. I didn't buy that for a minute, but I knew better then to argue.

I don't even remember what movie we saw - I don't think I watched much of it. When my eyes were on her, my mind wasn't on the screen, so it didn't matter. When she sat down, I slipped my hand underneath her bare ass, managing to get it dead center between her ass-cheeks. I wiggled my index finger, exploring upwards along through her ass crack, seeking the wrinkled skin of her puckered hole. I found it finally, and began running my fingertip in slow circles around her anus, pressing against the entrance of her ass, but never pushing hard enough to penetrate her.

Lynn simply sunk into her seat, a glazed, glassy look in her eyes, and she moaned softly from my attention. She was enjoying it, that was obvious by the juices that flowed down her crotch and onto my hand. The moisture slicked up my finger, making my finger glide more easily around her shitter. Lynn had one hand shoved up the front of her shirt, pinching and twisting her nipples, while the other was in my lap, caressing my hard cock through my jeans. I don't even know if we where making a lewd scene or if anyone saw us - I don't remember anyone else being in the theater, but that doesn't mean they weren't there.

We didn't even talk on the drive home, we were so turned on. She was practically in my lap, grinding against my leg, and I was speeding well beyond any legal limits, but neither of us cared. When we got to her apartment, we were already ripping the cloths off each other. She was naked in the living room, and I only had my boxer briefs on by the time we made it to the bedroom, and three steps into the room, she had me out of those to. Our lips had been locked the entire trip from my car, but I broke our kiss now. I spun her around and pushed her down onto the bed.

I drove into her ass, my face burrowing into to those round mounds of juicy flesh, licking and biting and kissing my away cross those smooth butt cheeks. She crawled forward, onto the bed more, and I moved with her, keeping my face against her soft globes. She was moaning; I could hear the wet slurps of her fingers dancing across her cunt as she rubbed away on her clit.

I took my time seeking my prize, using my mouth and fingers to tease her skin and get her really hot and bothered. It seemed to be working. I spanked her hard, harder then I ever had before, and she squealed with delight, shouting "harder, harder!" into her pillow. I obliged her, slapping my hand across her firm, graceful curving butt.

I was stroking my tongue up and down her ass crack, starting at the top and making my way down, a little further with each lick, until my tongue was flicking across her winkled brown star. It still bore some of the flavor of her pussy from my juice-slicked finger in the movie theater, but there was also a more pungent and bitter flavor, and small flecks of filth left from her last dump.

It tasted wonderful to me. I have always been a fan of rimming. I love receiving it, I loved doing it, and I loved it even more when a girl reacted the way Lynn was. She was panting into her pillow, grunting and moaning as she humped my face with her butt. She was so into it, giving me orders I could barely hear and making pleasure noises. Her hand was thrusting a mile a minute against her clit while her other one pushed my face into her ass, holding it there as she ground against it.

I swirled my tongue against her anus in a slow spiral, taking my time and making sure that I licked away every morsel of taste, leaving only wetness behind. My tongue looped round and round, until I finally ended up dead center, right at the little dimple of a hole leading in to a woman's most private and dirty place. I pressed my tongue into that dimple, forcing her anal passage slowly open to my probing tongue. I dipped in, getting a slightly more powerful taste. Not at all dissuaded, I pushed in more, licking around the inside of her sphincter with the tip of my tongue.

I kept swirling deeper and further into her until my tongue had reach the limits of its reach. I pushed in with my head, trying to get far as I could. Lynn seemed to have the same desire; she pushed against the back of my face, hoping to get just a little more of my tongue in her. I lapped at the inside of her ass, using my tongue to scoop out every small spec of flavor I could find. Lynn was going wild. She was moaning and humping hard against my head, as I fucked her ass with my tongue.

Most of her words were muffled but soon I heard clear as day, "Right there! Oh god right there!! Yes, yes, yes, I'm cumming!" Her body tensed as her orgasm surged through her. She stopped smearing her ass all over my face, but her hand didn't ease up a bit, and since she was holding my mouth against her, I never stopped flicking my tongue in and out of her shit hole.

When her orgasm finally subsides, she released me, moaning "Fuck me now. Fuck my ass, right now!" She raised her hips up off the mattress, displaying her ass to me, giving more emphasis to her words.

She slid a bottle of lube across the bed to me. I couldn't help wonder where it had been that she had such easy access to it. Maybe her nightstand?

I flipped the nozzle up and squirted a few blobs directly on to her beautiful puckered hole, but not before planting a deep kiss on that small crinkled circle. Using only my index finger, I rubbed the lube around her anus, getting it slick and shiny. I was gently adding pressure and I caressed her hole, and my finger dipped in a little, then out and around, and back in again. I fingered her gently, moved in long, purposeful motions. My finger slid in past the first knuckle, then the second, and all the way in until it was buried completely up her bum. Her asshole was pulsating on my finger; she actively clenched up, a lusting purr issuing from her throat when she did, then relaxed, time and again. I wiggled and twisted my finger, made a wide circle with my hand to ease the tension and excite her back entrance.

I withdrew my finger, dropped another dot of lube dead center on her asshole - she jerked a bit, probably due to the feel of the cold drop against her hot skin - and pushed back in with two fingers. Again, I moved slowly, and she let me take my time and have my fun. Lynn was moaning and panting into her pillow, but she did not move at all. I took that as full permission to keep doing what I was.

As I penetrated her rear orifice, I spread my fingers, widening her ass, opening it to me. Now, I may just be more perverted then most people, or maybe I'm not as alone in my likes as it seems, but I love seeing an open, gapping ass. At its best when it's open of its own accord, still stretched out from a good, hard banging. Next has got to be when a girl pulls it open for you to show you her most intimate place and invite you in - especially when she's looking back at you, begging you to fuck her there. I was spreading Lynn's ass for myself, which gave me the feeling of spying, like I was opening her up and looking deep inside her, seeing things I shouldn't see, invading the privacy of her body. It was a thrill, to be sure, and made me want to bugger her even more, and I hadn't thought that was possible. My prick was so hard, it hurt.

I continued to spin my fingers, rotating them around the open, eliciting mews of ecstasy from Lynn. Grabbing the bottle of lube, I squeezed a little more out, aiming it directly into her asshole. It oozed down my fingers, and as I swirled, it coated the inside walls of her ass. She was slicked up, slippery, and wet. She was ready.

I got on my knees behind her and squirted a bit of lube on my cock, making sure to get the head of my dick nice and slick. I held my prick at the base for support and control. I pushed lightly against her puckered ass-lips and rubbed around in circles. I lived the way the wrinkled skin felt against the soft flesh on my cock head. I shivered from the elation of the texture skin rubbing against me.

"God, Steve, stop teasing me." She was turned and looking at me with pleading eyes. "Please, put it in me. I need to feel your cock deep inside me. God, I need it."

She was begging for it. She had always been a straight forward, take what she wanted girl, and here she was begging me to fuck her ass. Never had I known her to ask for anything, and she was pleading with me to shove my cock inside her. I couldn't hold back any longer. As much as I was enjoying playing with her bum, her begging threw me over the edge. I needed to be inside her just as much as she needed me there.

I pushed in, slipping right in easily. I know I don't have the longest cock - after all, we can't all be John Holms - but I do have girth on my side, and my dick is fairly thick. I pushed with constant pressure, loving the way her tight, slick anus clung to my shaft, but offered no resistance to my invasion. I was surprised by how easily I was able to push into her rectum. She was tight, yes, but seemed very used to accommodating things up her ass, I wondered briefly how often she satisfied her anal cravings herself with her fingers or some toy or another. I'd have to make sure she put on a show for me sometime.

I could feel her once again clenching and unclenching her anal muscles as I entered her. I kept pushing in until her buttocks was pressed into my pelvis. I leaned my weight forward, getting as deep as possible.
"Yes," she hissed. "I love it! Feels sooo gooood!" Her fingers rubbed my balls, stroking across my sack and then between her legs and over her slit. She repeated this a few times, and I was motionless so she could enjoy the simple pleasure of having her ass full of my cock.

When I started pumping, I did so with very controlled thrusts, pulling back until only the head of my prick was in her anal opening. I watched it, fascinated with the view. Her ass was suckling my cock head, or so it seemed, as her pouting hole pulsed on the very end of my cock. It felt amazing! I pushed back in, loving every second of watching my dick be gobbled up by her amazing ass.

I gradually picked up speed, moving a little faster with every thrust until I was pumping away as fast and deep as I could. Lynn was babbling away, a mix of "Oh god", "So deep", "Fuck me! Fuck my ass!", and occasionally "Harder!" I loved hearing her encouragement.

She had started on her hands and knees, but soon her face was lowered to the mattress, her arms no longer able to support her as her pleasure built up. She was playing with her pussy, I could hear the wet sloshing sound - her cunt must have been flooded. Every so often she would spank her ass, hard, leaving red hand prints along her cheeks. At one point, she even reached around with both hands, squeezing her butt cheeks together so that her smooth skin caressed my cock as I thrust in and out of her ass.

I continued to up the intensity, using my whole body to thrust into her, pounding her as hard as I could. I spread her ass wide with my hands, and pulled out completely on the back stroke, only to dive fully into her in one swift motion, over and over again. She grunted every time I plunged back in, vocalizing how much she loved the way I was fucking her back door.

She started crying out, "Oh my God! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cuuuummmm!!" Her orgasm hit even as she spoke. Her whole body started to shake and spasm, and her ass clenched up really tight around my pounding shaft. I started to slow my pace, not wanting to inadvertently hurt her, but she put an end to that. "No! Don't stop! Don't stop!" She was calling out between pants, barely having the breath to say anything. Her hand was rubbing her clit with a furry, and I returned to pounding her ass as hard as I could. She screamed again as a second orgasm crashed down on her, starting her thrashing all over again.

One thing I had learned about Lynn, once she started to cum from having sex, she would do so over and over again very easily. I didn't know if the same thing was true with anal sex for her, but it seemed like it was, maybe even more so.

She recovered her composure. Her back was slick with sweat, and I ran my hands across her wet skin and up into her fiery mane, which was drenched. She could have just stepped out of the shower, her hair was so saturated. It fell across her shoulders and around her face is in dark clumps. I was amazed to see her so sweaty, she had never gotten so before when we've had sex, even when she's been more vigorous during the act. It was sexy as hell, though, and I could not resist leaning forward and lapping my tongue across her back, tasting her salty skin.

My action had caused a brief hiatus in our fucking, and we took that moment to switch positions. She laid down on her right side, her right leg stretched out between my legs while her left leg was drawn up. I was at a bit of an angle to her, shifting my position to get maximum penetration. This had been my first girlfriends favorite position for anal sex - this way, I could get in deeper, my pelvis wasn't stopped by the her ass cheeks, but would slip between them, giving ever last bit of my cock access to her anal cavity. Lynn seemed to love it, too, and I was again thrusting away with renewed energy.

Her hands were dedicated to playing with her tits, and kept her eyes on me, her face contoured with wild pleasure. As I plunged into her, sodomizing her with hard, heavy strokes, she cried out and panted hard. She came again without ever touching her clit - it seemed that once she rubbed herself to an orgasm, she didn't need anything more than anal stimulation to keep cumming.

I was thrusting for all I was worth, feeling my own orgasm building rapidly. She was a talking dirty, urging me on. "Yes, Steve, yes! Fuck my ass. Fuck me hard. Shoot your load up my ass! I want you to fill my ass with your cum! I want to be full of your cum!"

My body shook, and I groaned in ecstasy as I unleashed my pent up jism in a huge blast up her ass. I leaned forward, driving my spirting organ as deep into her body as I could, unleashing my load as far into her as possible. My whole body was shaking as I came, and I never felt so fully consumed by an orgasm before. Spurt after spurt jetted from my cock, pumping out more cum then ever before.

Between her crying out, telling me to fill her ass with my cum, and the way she worked her anus, clenching and unclenching her muscles, massaging my prick with her ass, my orgasm was building more and more with every burst of semen that erupted from me. It was the longest and best orgasm of my life.

It seemed like hours later that I was finally spent, and I collapsed on top of her, breathing hard. My body was a match for hers in the sweat department; the sheets beneath us were saturated. I didn't think I'd even have the energy to roll off of her, not for a while anyway.

"Oh, that was incredible," she purred in my ear, kissing my sweat covered forehead. "I can feel it all inside me. There's so much cum."

My cock had gone soft, and, after rising back up to my knees, with a gentle pull, it fell out of her ass. A small dribble of cum came with it, trickling down her ass crack towards her cunt. I watched as her stretched hole started to close back up, sealing in my deposit.

Her movement surprised me, and for the second time this evening I was caught completely off guard. She was off the bed in an instant, and with one quick shove, she spun me round and tossed me down on the mattress on my back. She climbed on the bed down at my feet, her eyes full of fire and lust. I had never seen such a look of raw desire in Lynn before, and that was saying a lot.

She crawled up my body on all fours, dipping her head down to lick from my naval to my neck, her tits gliding easy across my sweat soaked skin. Her nipples were rock hard and felt wonderful as they rubbed up against me. She kept crawling forward, even after she got to my face, her hands climbing the wall beyond my head while her legs continued until she was straddling my face. She spun around on her knees so she was facing away from me and lowered her ass down to my mouth.

"Lick it," she ordered.

I did. How could I not? She was giving commands, and I hastily obeyed, flicking my tongue across her asshole once again. It tasted salty with sweat, and there was a hint of my own cum.

"Yes, rim my ass. Use that fucking tongue. I know you know how."

This was quite the change from before when she was pleading with me to fuck her, but I wasn't going to argue. I licked and sucked on her ass, tongued it with a fury and passion. I was getting hard again, and she leaned forward to give my swelling prick a squeeze.

"You like that, don't you? Like eating my ass. You love it. Tell me you love."

"I love it," I answered immediately. I wrapped my arms up over her legs, getting my hands on those wonderful mounds of ass-flesh so I could worship her lovely butt with my fingers.

"What do you love?"

"I love eating your ass," I replied, kneading her buns with my hands. "I love licking you asshole all over." I demonstrated my meaning by returning to licking her.

"You dirty little pig." She squeezed my dick again, harder this time, and I could only moan at the feeling of it. "You like licking my ass after you just fucked it. Fucked my ass with this cock," she squeezed again for emphasis. "Even though I'm full of cum, you love licking my ass."

"Yes, I love licking you ass."

"Maybe because I'm full of cum. You want to taste it, don't you? Taste your cum up my ass? Well, do it! Shove you tongue up there!"

This was new to me, but I was game. Hell, as turned on as I was, I was game for anything she wanted. I drove my tongue up, into her asshole, able to get it in much further then before since she was loose from the fucking she had just received. I was licking around, plunging my tongue in as far as it would reach. I could just barely make out the taste of something, a little bit of my cum up inside her, but only just.

"You like that, don't you? Could you taste your cum?"

"A little," I replied truthfully. I was actually disappointed that I hadn't been able to get more.

"Just a little? There's plenty up there!"

I was about to try again, when I heard her grunt and saw her puckered ass expand outwards and start to open up. A few white bubbles appeared, followed by a slow flow of creamy liquid.

"Lick it up! All of it!"

She hadn't needed to say it, but it was hotter to hear her tell me to do it. I latched my lips on her asshole, my tongue lapping the cum into my mouth. She was pushing harder, increasing the flow. Sealing my lips tight against her salty skin, I began to suck hard, trying to pull it all into my mouth.

Lynn was gasping, loving every moment of it. "Suck it out of my ass. Suck every drop out of me. Swallow it!"

Without hesitation, I swallowed and resumed sucking and lapping. My cock was solid again and desiring attention. Lynn was in charge, though, and I was not about to request anything from her. If she wanted to get me off, it would be her decision.

She was grunting and straining, pushing harder to evacuate all of my cum from her bowels. I was licking and swallowing it down like my life depended on it. I loved the taste, salty and yet sweet, with the pungent taste of ass. I couldn't get enough of that earthy flavor, and was disappointed when the flow began to slow.

She relaxed her ass, the flow stopped completely, and I immediately buried my tongue deep inside her, seeking out more for me. I was addicted, it seemed, and wanted nothing more than lap more of my cum from her sweet anus.

"You want more?" she asked.

Not wanting to disengage my tongue from inside her, I merely nodded my head.

She laughed. "Not good enough. I want to hear it."

"Please," I said, realizing just how much I was actually begging her, but I couldn't help it. Begging is what I needed to do for more, so I would beg. I was so lost to my passion and desire, I think I would have agreed to any request. "Please, give me more. Shit all of my cum into my mouth. I'll take it all, everything you'll give me."

She laughed again. "Good boy. Here you go!"

Her asshole flared out again, unleashing a small stream directly into my waiting mouth. I couldn't believe how much was still in her. I really had pumped her full! This cum had a stronger, heavier taste to it, a little more dirty and bitter, but it was still heavenly. More heavenly, in fact, and when she stemmed the flow to let me swallow, I held it in my mouth a few moments, letting the taste permeate every little nook, reach every little taste bud. As I savored the flavor, I tongued her ass, cleaning away the cum residue that clung to her wrinkled skin.

I swallowed it down and opened again, hungry for more. No, hungry doesn't even begin to describe the level of desire I felt. I was the man dying of thirst and her ass was the oasis in a rainless dessert. I didn't just want the cum from deep within her rectum, I needed it with every part of my being.

My tongue was pressed against her anus as her ass opened again, but this time instead of a steam of cum, there was a loud spurting sound as she unleashed a massive fart directly into my mouth. It was a huge wet fart; the explosion of gas was intense and showered the interior of my mouth with blobs of my cum. My mouth was overwhelmed by the mixture of exotic, indescribable tastes.

I felt like my world was rocked by paradox - some rational part of me was telling me I should be disgusted and revolted by this, but another part of me, the part that was currently in complete control of my mind and body, was shouting out how erotic this was. My cock was painfully hard again, shaking and twitching on its own. Lynn hadn't touched it in awhile, and yet I felt so close to cumming again.

"You liked that didn't you?" she asked, her voice full of amusement and something else, maybe shock or maybe lust, I couldn't tell. Possibly both.

Again, not wanting to stop lapping at her ass, I nodded.

I guess she was disappointed with my answer. She rose up off my face, lifting her ass well beyond the reach of my tongue. I actually felt a moment of incomprehensible panic. It was completely irrational, but that was my first reaction to having her exquisite bum removed from my mouth.

"Yes!" I answered quickly, the words spilling from my mouth without me even realizing what I said. "Yes, I loved it!"

"How did it taste?"

"It was the greatest taste in the world," I replied.

"Would you like more?"

"Yes!" I stated with earnest. I don't know what had gotten into me - pure lust, it seemed. "Please, fart in my mouth again!"

She looked down at me, smiling pleasantly, innocently. It was a sharp contrast to the foul things we were doing, but it excited me to see it. She started to lower her rump down on my face again, and just seeing those beautiful mounds descending towards me filled me with elation. Even now, I can't understand how something could seem so important to me, but at the time (and every time since), when I'm in that moment, her ass is truly and completely my entire world and there is nothing else more dear to important to me then pleasuring her lovely brown hole. "Okay, baby. You want it, I'll give it to you. Get your tongue in there nice and deep."

I raised my head to meet her bum, not wanting to wait the few extra seconds it would have taken for her butt to be planted on my face. Insane, I know, but I was beyond rational behavior. My tongue immediately plunged into the hot, moist depths of her ass, licking with a vengeance at the interior of her anal opening and exploring the depths of her shit tunnel. There was a small pool of my cum just beyond her sphincter, and as soon as my tongue dipped in, it flowed across my tongue and into my mouth. I shook and moaned with excitement and pleasure as this treasure flowed from her ass and into me.

"Yes," she moaned. "Deeper." She was humping my face with her ass, driving her body down hard on my tongue, pushing me in a little further. "Deeper. Oh yeah, that feels so good."

Her words excited me; I did my best to push further into her ass. I grabbed her hips with my hands and pulled her down with all my strength while forcing my head up as hard as I could. My tongue actually hurt, I was pushing it so far and my face was completely crushed into the soft flesh of her butt. I could barely breathe, but that made it all the more exciting. She really into it, pumping herself hard against me.

She started to moan again, whispering softly to herself, "So good!"

Another fart poured into my mouth, but this time it was a slow, hissing release, not the quick burst like before. There was no cum forthcoming with it, but that didn't concern me. I wagged my tongue back and forth through the stream of gas, enjoying the feel and zest of the hot air, then slipped my tongue back into her open asshole.

She grunted and strained a few times, really bearing down on her ass to force it all out. It took a few hard pushes before any more jism leaked out, and I attacked it the second it started to drip out from inside of her. She must have been close to empty: she was pushing so hard only to have such a small amount drip out.

But that didn't stop her from trying, nor stop me from exploring her anus, looking for even the smallest drop of cum left inside of her. I was fucking my tongue in and out of her, discovering new and exciting flavors with every thrust of my tongue.

I could feel the muscles in her abdomen and pelvis tighten up, I guess to give one last, final push. I sucked hard on her asshole, hoping beyond hope that I might be able to tap one last reserve of cum still deposited within her ass. Her asshole opened between my lips, wider and wider. There was a rush of liquid across my tongue, more bitter and earthy by far than anything I had tasted, but there was still a hint of the familiar salty-sweet cum flavor. I held it, not willing to swallow what was probably my last prize from this adventure. Lynn and I were both moaning in unison as this last rush of semen flowed form her ass.

Then, without warning, I felt something solid and heavy fall into my mouth. It landed on my cum-covered tongue; my tastebuds were overwhelmed by the assault of the heavy essence of this object. It was potent beyond anything I have ever tasted, and the whole of my mouth was suddenly consumed by it. It was firm and yet malleable and sticky, slowly becoming more mushy as my saliva and the cum in my mouth seemed to dissolve it.

It took a few moments for me to rationalize what had happened and realize that Lynn had just shit in my mouth. We realized it at the same time, I think, and we both froze up. Neither of us moving or speaking, we were barely breathing. It was as if shock took us both, and we were completely paralyzed, stuck in the one strange moment. I couldn't even think in that state, just breathe and taste. I was aware of nothing except the pungent aroma wafting up into my nostrils and the thick flavor that flooded my mouth.

It felt like hours had passed before she spoke, but really it couldn't have been more than a minute or two when I heard Lynn's voice. It was breathy and faint, like a whispered sigh. I could barely hear her words, but everything else was so silent and still that somehow it added emphasis and urgency to it. "Swallow it."

Her words were shaky, an intense mix of nervousness and excitement. She couldn't control her voice enough to say it any louder, she had barely managed that. I realized that it wasn't an order, not like before, but a request. A plea even. She was telling me want she wanted and was hoping that I would do it for her. I don't think she had planned on shitting in my mouth, but now that she had done it, it excited her, and she wanted me to swallow it.

Realizing that, knowing that it was turning her on, that got me into it, too. She wanted me to swallow it, then I would. I started to mush the turd up in my mouth, squishing it against the roof of my mouth and mixing it with the pool of cum. Feeling and awareness of the rest of my body started to return, and I felt the hot, wetness of her pussy on my chest. I couldn't believe how sloppy she was getting, and that got me even more into the mood.

I began moaning as if eating the most delicious thing I had ever tasted, and I exaggerated the movements of my mouth, making her sure felt how much I was working it with my tongue, sucking of it and wearing it into a thick, brown paste.

She was breathing heavily. "Yes," she whispered. "Mush it up in your mouth. God, that is so nasty! I love it! Eat my shit." Her fingers dipped into her pussy, causing a spray of juice to wash out over my chest. "Eat it!" She sounded like she was cumming again, or close to.

I continued mashing the shit up until it was nothing but a vicious puddle in my mouth, then I swallowed it, gulping loudly so she would hear it and know what I had done.

She rose up off of me and turned her head back to look at my face. She was panting hard, and never stopped cramming her fingers in and out of her cunt. "You did it?" she gasped, a combination of amazement and exhilaration.

I nodded and opened my mouth to show her it was empty.

"Oh my god!" she screamed. Her eyes closed tightly as she came. Her thighs crushed my chest and they clamped down like a vice on me. She had four fingers flying in and out of her pussy, and her juices there washing all over me, not just a little, but jets of fluids splattering out in long spirts. I had never known her to ejaculate during sex, before, but I assumed that's what she was doing now. That or pissing on me, and neither one would come as a surprise. Her hips were bucking back and forth and her head was tossed back in pure elation, whipping from side to side and spraying sweat everywhere.

Her scream was constant, though it varied in pitch and volume from time to time, making me think that she was not having one orgasm but several in a row. I licked at her asshole, wiping away the brown shit streaks and cleaning out every morsel I could find.

She collapsed on me, unable to speak she was breathing so hard. I could feel her fingers wiggling against my skin - she was still rubbing herself! It took her a while to get enough breath back to speak, and when she did so, it was between gasps for air.

"Oh god . . . always fantasized about . . . doing that. . . Didn't mean to . . . accident, but . . . that was sooo . . . sooo fucking hot. . . Thank you for . . . .doing that."

"Any time," I replied, my hands returning to her buttocks and mauling her soft cheeks. I continued lapping at hr ass.

I felt her shift on top of me, shivering at the sensation of her breasts crushed on my stomach, her hard nipples poking into my sweaty skin. "Really?"

"Of course! Damn, Lynn, I am so turned on right now, I'd do anything!"

She mumbled something, but she must have turned her head away, because I couldn't hear what she had said.

"What?"

She cleared her throat, nervous again, "I have to go a little more . . ."

My mouth was on her ass in a second, my tongue returning to her anus like it was home. It was strange, I sought out her shit with my tongue, hoping that I might be able to lick it out of her. It wasn't a good taste, yet it was highly enjoyable, and I wanted more. Lynn was eager to give it to me; taking my renewed attention as permission, which it was, raised back into a kneeling position. This time, she was resting herself on her arms, and she looked back, intent on watching the show.

Pulled back a little, removing my mouth from her ass, but I kept it open beneath her, waiting for her to give me the rest of her load. My eyes focused on her ass. I watched it bud out, slowly spreading like a blooming flower. Her ass opened and the tip of her shit was visible deep inside of her.

I realized then that this was the most intimate, most private thing one person could do with another. Watching her shit, her sharing that with me, I don't think I could feel closer to her then that. I knew in that instant how much I truly loved her, and how glad I was that we could share this moment.

It was coming, spreading out from her ass. It was a small nugget, barely bigger then the first piece that had fallen into my mouth, but somehow it seemed so much more significant since I knew it was coming and was ready for it. Her turd slipped from her ass and tumbled into my mouth.

"Yes! Eat it. Eat my shit right from my ass!"

I closed my mouth over it and set about working the chunk of poo just like I had before, making a show of mushing it around, even opening my mouth a few times to show Lynn my progress. She was utterly fascinated and could not take her eyes away from the display. She was working her hand across her slit, and she let out a deep, throaty moan every time I opened my mouth for her.

I sucked and squished it down to paste, again, then revealing it once last time to her, I closed my lips and swallowed. I showed her my now empty mouth and smiled up at her. "Delicious!" That sent her over the edge, and she came for the final time that night. It was not as long or as intense as the last cum, but it seemed just as satisfying for her.

I raised my head and once again started to clean the streaks of shit off of her anus, even slipped my tongue inside to clean away any bits of her poo that might still be lingering just inside her anal passage.

She leaned forward, grabbed my cock with one hand, and steered it directly into her mouth. She sucked on it, licking around the head, and gave a few quick jerks with her hand. That was all I needed, I had been so close to cumming this whole time, and I released my sperm into her hungry mouth. She gulped it down, cooing with delight. She kept sucking until my cock was completely limp and every last drop of cum had gone down her throat.

I was exhausted, completely spent from out activities. Lynn spun around and kissed me on the lips, our tongues meeting and mingling between our months. I was used to the heavy taste that coated every little bit of my mouth, but I had no doubt that she was getting a good dose of the earthy flavor. She seemed to enjoy it, if the fervor with which her tongue exploder my mouth was any indication. She cuddled with me, resting her head on my chest, her bear breasts pressed hard into my chest.

"That was amazing," she whispered. "I never dreamed anything could feel that good."

"Yeah," I agreed, my hand stroking her sweaty back. "I can't wait to do it again."

She nodded, but barely. She was already drifting off to sleep, and I didn't blame her on bit. The sheets were drenched but neither of us cared. I hugged her close to me, and in a few minutes, I was out as well. The last thought on my mind being how that was the best date I've ever had.