naughty nasty dirty smelly girl then?” she asked, before drilling her tongue
passionately against Beth’s tight shithole. Beth bucked violently back,
apparently shocked at the invasion although she must have anticipated
something similar.
There wasn’t, in fact, much for Sara to taste, just enough to remind her
what she was doing, and that it was sordid. Her tonguing of Beth’s bum was
frantic as she tried futilely to poke her tongue through the tight muscle of
Beth’s dirty sphincter. She slipped her fingers down to find Beth’s cunt
soaking, and although she had planned all sorts of other activities Sara
knew that, for now, she had to make Beth come with Sara’s tongue in her bum.
Sara could almost feel the throbbing of Beth’s clit as she slipped to slick
fingers either side of it. It wouldn’t be long, Sara knew. The touch of her
fingers on Beth’s cunt was as delicate as the pressure of her tongue on
Beth’s bumhole was violent, and she managed to keep Beth near the precipice
for what seemed ages before the 42-year old tensed and then began to thrust
and buck, at the same time howling her release. Sara rode the storm, keeping
Beth coming until eventually she showed mercy and the passion subsided.
As Sara pulled away Beth rolled onto her back, her nipples taut, and Sara
took in the fit body, now covered in a thin sheen of perspiration. Sara knew
she had to obtain her own release fast.
She knelt by Beth’s head and lazily felt one of Beth’s breasts, feeling the
nipple between her fingers just as she’d felt Beth’s clit. “You’re going to
do me just the same,” she said softly, feeling sure now that Beth was ready
to submit to Sara’s desires. “You’re going to going to press your tongue
right against my bumhole and make me come.” Beth’s eyes widened as she heard
this but there was no suggestion of dissent. Encouraged, Sara went on.
“Yeah, you’re going to lick my nasty bumhole, you’re going to smell it and
taste it and lick it.” She began to stand, talking all the time. “I bet my
bumhole’s really dirty, Beth, just like yours was. Did you know that? I
could really smell you when you opened your cheeks up. You dirty girl.
Tasted it too. Really nasty.”
Sara began to squat down over Beth’s head, a bizarre position for an orgasm,
more appropriate for a pee or shit in the woods, but it seemed right for the
extremity of Sara’s mood. As Sara’s bum came lower Beth’s eyes remained
fixated on the young woman’s bum. My God, thought Sara, she must wonder what
the hell I’m about to do. Cool.
When Sara’s bumhole was an inch or so from Beth’s face she paused. “Ok, tell
me.”
Hearing Beth’s voice again, the first time after they had actually started
to fuck, really startled Sara. This wasn’t just a sexy body, this was the
smart businesswoman who ran meetings with quiet easy authority and who made
the pages of the financial press almost every week. And she was about to eat
Sara’s bum. “I can see, and smell, your shit, Sara.” It was typical of the
woman not to beat around the bush, she wasn’t cowed or beaten, just enjoying
submitting to Sara’s badness. “You really are a dirty girl, Sara, your bum
really is quite dirty and smelly and shitty and sexy. And you’re going to
make me it lick it, lick your shitty bumhole, lick your shit, nnnnggg,” as
Sara squatted right down and ground her bum onto Beth’s mouth. The position
Sara had chosen had been inspired, not only did it feel terribly perverse
but the way Sara’s bumhole was stretched wide open meant that the sensations
were exquisite.
Sara squatted over Beth’s face for what seemed an age, wanting Beth to know
that she was Sara’s bum-slave. Then she guided Beth’s fingers to her needy
cunt, and although Beth had perhaps never been with a woman before she knew
from pleasuring herself just what to do, delicately teasing Sara’s cunt lips
before sneaking up to Sara’s clit to finish it all. Sara could feel the
pressure building, like she would explode, then just as she was coming she
managed to groan “Oh fuck yeah lick my shit you slut,” before hammering
herself down onto Beth’s face as she came in wave after wave.
Sara fell, sideways, onto the bed, and Beth lay there slowly working her
tired jaws. Eventually she turned to look at the slim body of the teen lying
on the bed beside her. “Do you know something?” she asked dreamily. “I don’t
have any meetings until three tomorrow afternoon. Which gives us maybe
fifteen hours for you to think of other nasty things you’d like to do to me.
But first I have to go to the bathroom…”
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