down onto the soft flesh of Beth’s bum. She just teased and stroked Beth’s
buttocks for a while, before, once again, her own need drove her on.
Ever since Thailand, and the American woman in Phuket, Sara had had a thing
about anal sex. More of an obsession, really. Samantha had focused almost
totally on Sara’s bum, and although at the time Sara hadn’t been that
bothered, in the months since some of Sam’s obsession must have rubbed off
as Sara found her erotic attentions increasingly centred on other women’s
butts. There hadn’t been much opportunity to do much about it, but now Sara
had Beth beneath her and she felt she could do what she wanted with her.
Sara slowly pulled apart the older woman’s bum cheeks to inspect her prize.
The flesh around Beth’s bumhole and up and down the bottom of her crack was
stained brown, and there was a cluster of soft wispy hairs around the
wrinkled crater of Beth’s anus. Sara stayed like that for maybe a minute,
holding Beth’s bum open, wondering what kind of thoughts were running
through Beth’s mind.
As Sara’s face moved almost hypnotically closer to Beth’s bumhole, she
realised with a start that she could smell Beth’s bum as well as see it. It
hadn’t been like that with Sam in Thailand, but then they’d been in and out
of the sea all the time. Beth, Sara realised, probably hadn’t showered since
the morning, some eighteen hours ago, and as she looked closely (“why am I
looking closely?” she wondered) she thought she could detect little traces
of Beth’s day in the wrinkles of her anus.
Sara pulled away a little, slightly disgusted at her discovery. It seemed so
incongruous – smart and cool Beth walking around with a dirty smelly bottom.
Which was a ridiculous thought because it was only natural, and no doubt
Sara’s bottom was just as dirty and smelly. It wasn’t as if Sara had
discovered Beth was unclean or anything – what Sara could see and smell was
surely what would be left behind by even the most careful wiper.
Still holding Beth’s bum cheeks apart and with her nostrils increasingly
aware of the smell, Sara’s mind raced. What to do? She could stop and focus
instead on Beth’s breasts and pussy.
No. Sara slowly realised, her heart pounding, that she didn’t want to move
away. Wasn’t it actually exciting to have Beth exposed in this way, to have
been admitted to Beth’s most private place in this sordid condition? Sara
was appalled – she was excited by the fact that Beth’s bum was dirty. Once
again she found herself moving in to that nasty hole, eagerly seeking out
all the evidence of Beth’s long day. She wasn’t going to lick it, was she,
surely not, now she knew what was there, now she could see and smell that
Beth’s bumhole was shitty?
Fuck yes she was, and it turned Sara on fiftyfold to know that not only was
she going to lick Beth’s most secret hole but she was also going to get just
a taste of Beth’s most private flavour. Her mouth just an inch from Beth’s
shitty bumhole Sara had one final piece of wicked inspiration. “Ooh, who’s a
…End of the part5. To be continued..