9 comments/ 79419 views/ 52 favorites Ass Chronicles 01 By: iTaboo 01 Sheila. "Can you rub some lotion in?" said Sheila. "I don't want to burn!" She lay on her front and reached around to un-hook her bikini top. She pulled it from underneath her, and laid her head down facing away from me, arms down by her side. "Legs too, if you don't mind!" she said. "Sure" I said, trying to hide my excitement. We were out on the patio in the blazing sunshine, the white plastic sun loungers, chairs and table blindingly bright in the sun light. As I picked up the tube of lotion, I took in the sight of the smooth skin of her back and her legs. I let my gaze settle on her ass, tightly enclosed in light blue bikini bottoms, which were riding up enough to show that her smooth round cheeks were slightly parted. This woman was gorgeous and she was my girlfriend Sally's mother. I had popped round to see Sally, but she would be at least an hour late home from work it turned out. I didn't mind. Sheila was outside sunbathing when I got there, and after a chat and a cold drink I was about to rub some sun lotion on her. Fantastic! I had had a crush on Sheila for a long time. It was just the two of them living in the house, Sheila and Sally. Sheila was a friendly lady and always pleased to see me when I called on my girlfriend. She was short and she had in my opinion a perfect figure; slim shoulders atop a small chest, leading to a slim waist, hips widening over slim legs. As I got to know Sheila I fantasised about her more and more, and my fantasies more often than not involved her shapely bottom. There was one occasion; I was just leaving after having spent some time with Sally. I needed the toilet before I left, so I climbed the stairs and shut the bathroom door behind me. As I turned around I noticed a laundry basket in one corner which must have been Sheila's as Sally had her own in her room. I remember my heart beating fast and my cock growing hard as I lifted the lid and looked inside; tights, socks, skirts, t-shirts and lots of knickers. I picked up a pair. They were soft and white with light blue shapes dotted around the fabric. My cock was now rock hard and I was already pumping it with my hand. I brought the knickers up to my face and put my nose against the crotch, breathing in the heavenly smell. My hand moved faster. I was nearly cumming as I pressed my nose against the seat of Sheila's panties, which had obviously spent the best part of a day rubbing against her asshole. The smell was fantastic and took me over the edge. Ever since that moment, I made sure that every time I was at their house I would make my excuses and go upstairs into the bathroom, find some of Sheila's dirty knickers, and savour them. So, as I started to rub the lotion on Sheila's back, I couldn't take my eyes off her ass and tried to imagine what glories her cleft may contain. As I started to put lotion on her legs she moved her legs slightly further apart which just made things worse for me! I was tempted to lower my head as close to her ass as possible and take a surreptitious sniff, but she may have seen what I was up to in the reflection offered by the patio doors. I needed to do something about my growing tumescence. I put the lotion down and made my excuse. "I just need to pop to the loo, and I need to find my sun glasses." I said. That would give me a little more time, I reasoned. "Ok" said Sheila. She shifted herself on the sun lounger lifting her ass in the air a little to adjust her bikini bottoms, exposing more of her smooth and full buttocks to the relentless sun. Wow, I thought. I went in through the patio doors. I was about to walk to the bottom of the stairs when I spotted her laundry basket next to the washing machine, which was already washing a load. My heart sank. I lifted the lid, expecting to see an empty basket, but luckily, there on top of a pile of clothes, was a pair of white knickers obviously in need of a wash, and next to these a black lacy pair. I quickly looked back out through the patio doors. From this angle I could see Sheila's legs and backside, the rest hidden from site. She couldn't see me. I made a split second decision and pulled my erect member out from my shorts. I grabbed both pairs of knickers bringing the white pair up to my face and putting the black pair over my cock, pulling it hard over my glans. I turned around to look at Sheila's ass through the patio doors and quietly started to masturbate hoping she wouldn't move from her present position. As always, her dirty knickers had a wonderful aroma, this pair smelling especially good. As I watched her lying on her sun lounger, I imagined myself kneeling behind her, pulling her bikini bottoms down, parting her cheeks and sniffing and licking her sweet ass. I came hard and quickly, my reactions too slow to take the black lace knickers off the end of my rod. I turned away from the patio doors and looked down at my juice oozing through the lace. I panicked a little, and then decided I would rub as much of my juice off the knickers and put them back in the laundry basket, hoping that nobody would notice anything. Anyway, they were slightly wet before I had pulled them over my cock. I still had the white knickers to my face and the black lace ones over then end of my dick, my shorts down around my thighs, when I turned around to look out of the patio doors to get one last look at Sheila's ass. To my horror, Sheila was standing in the room looking straight at me. She then moved her gaze down to the cum soaked knickers pulled across my softening member. I lowered the white pair from my face. The pit of my stomach was falling quickly, my face suddenly hot and probably a deep red. I had been caught. "Sorry...." It was all I could manage. She stood still, looking at the mess I had made of her lace knickers and then looking me in the eyes. She had made no attempt to cover her small breasts. "You do realise that those are my pants?" she said. Far from being angry and disgusted, she seemed mildly amused. For a moment I thought about claiming I'd thought they were Sally's knickers. We stood for what seemed a long time, me staring at her breasts and she staring at her sticky knickers. "Yes. Um....I'm sorry." Again, it was all I could manage. My cock was hardening again. She still made no attempt to cover her breasts and the sight was getting me aroused, despite the feeling in the pit of my stomach. I swallowed hard. With my shorts still around my thighs I placed her underwear back in the laundry basket. This is the last time I'll be able to enjoy Sheila's dirty knickers! I thought. She would tell Sally and it would all come to an end. All the 'visits to the toilet' to see if there were any dirty knickers in Sheila's basket, always hoping for a pair that were really dirty or better still, still warm and fresh, slipped off just minutes ago. I probably won't be allowed back in the house. "Hmmmmm." She said and moved over to the settee and sat down. Still her breasts were on show. My cock was hard again. I pulled my shorts back up in a vain attempt to cover my horn. "So, did you like sniffing my panties?" "Ummmm...." I didn't know what to say. My mouth was desert dry. "Don't worry, I won't tell Sally." That was a slight relief. She carried on. "Which part were you sniffing? Front or back?" She had a smile on her face. "You obviously enjoyed yourself!" She glanced over to the lace knickers in the basket and then at my shorts which were doing a particularly bad job of covering my erection. She still looked amused. Was she starting to feel horny too? I couldn't tell. "Come on. You can be honest. Have you sniffed my dirty pants before?" "Front and back" I stammered. I sat down on the nearest chair to try and hide my erect cock. "But, the back bit mainly. And yes I've sniffed your knickers before. I....I.......I'm really, really sorry". It all came out of my mouth so quickly, before I really thought about what I was admitting to. It was like a confessional. "Ok. Well, what do we do now?" she said. She stopped smiling and stared out of the patio doors. Oh crap. I thought her amused look was too good to be true. She remained seated and silent. It felt like I was at school again. Then she promptly stood up and proceeded to take off her bikini bottoms. I caught a quick glimpse of pubic hair which made heart pump a little faster. She sat back down and held the garment up in one hand. "Here." She said. Her amused look had returned. "Smell these if you like!" I couldn't believe it. Was she making fun of me? I hesitated and then I stood up and started to walk the few paces across to where she was sitting. I must have looked ridiculous with my erection poking the front of my shorts. Sheila noticed and smiled at me. "Look, I'm really sorry....." I said. "It's fine. Here, you can sniff these. Do you want me to leave you on your own, or....?" She stood up and faced me. I couldn't stop myself from gazing wide eyed at her triangle of pubic hair. It wasn't too thick, and I could just make out the cleft of her pussy. "They're getting cold." she said looking at the bikini bottoms. She placed them in my hand. They were still warm. "Go on sweetheart, sniff them if you like. I don't mind and I'm not embarrassed. I'm actually quite flattered. Do you want me to leave the room or do you want me stay?" She seemed a little nervous. "No." I said in a whisper. I swallowed hard and hesitated for a long while, shifting around on the spot like a naughty kid. Then I put the bikini bottoms to my face and sniffed the crotch. "Wow!" I said through the material. The smell was just perfect and they were still warm. I took several more deep sniffs before I noticed Sheila had moved her right hand down to her crotch and was slowly moving her fingers back and forth. She stopped when she noticed that I was watching her hand. "Sorry," she said a little huskily. She swallowed hard. "Do you want me stop and go to another room?" "No!" I said. I moved my hand down inside my shorts and started to rub my member. "What about Sally? Won't she be back soon?" "No. We've got quite a while yet." Her breathing was heavier. We were both still slowly masturbating, watching each other intently as warm air wafted through the patio doors. I had brought her bikini bottoms away from my face. They were almost inside out now, and Sheila noticed that I was now looking at the seat of her bikini. There was a slight stain. "Do you mind about the stain?" she said. "No." I said. I swallowed hard and moved the bikini bottoms to my face, pressing my nose against the stains. The smell was incredible. My hand moved faster around my dick. Sheila worked her pussy faster with her hand, her middle finger circling around the top of her mound. I wanted to sniff for ever; this was so horny. But I stopped sniffing and stopped rubbing my cock to look at her hand and fingers working her pussy. My heart was beating so fast I had difficulty breathing. I had fantasised about Sheila for so long and this all seemed like a dream. She stopped rubbing her pussy and let her arms relax down her side. I could see her pussy lips had blossomed through her pubic hair. Tentatively, I slipped my shorts off letting them fall around my feet. Sheila stared at my throbbing dick, skin retracted and glans glistening. "Wow, I am flattered!" she said. "And so soon after cumming over my panties." She hesitated a little, clearing her throat self-consciously. "Do you want to sniff me? You'll get the real smell then." I swallowed hard again, and quickly replayed what she had just said, just to make sure I wasn't imagining it. "Do you mean, um....do you mean....?" I said, hesitantly. . As she stood there, I took in the sight of her naked body, the subject of so many of my fantasies now revealed in front of me. My dick was aching now. "I mean, you know, do you want to sniff me.....as in here, down below..." She pointed to her pussy. I didn't think my heart could beat any faster, and I actually thought I would faint. Would she let me sniff her ass too? Oh wow! I thought. "Ummm.....yes...if....if that's ok?" Please don't change your mind Sheila!! "Ok." She said. She stood still for a moment as if unsure what to do. Then she moved back a few paces and leant against the back of the settee, moving her feet apart a little to expose her crotch a little more. I shuffled my shorts away from my feet and realised my hands were shaking. It was as if there was a magnet pulling me towards her and down on to my knees, lowering myself down a little further so my face was slightly below her pussy. I could see that she was wet, her pubic hair glistening with a little juice, her pussy lips blossoming like a pink flower. We were both breathing harder as I slowly moved my face closer to her pussy until her pubic hair touched and tickled my nose. I looked up briefly to see that she was looking down at me. She closed her eyes as I moved in further and pressed up against her pussy and sniffed long and deep. Sheila let out a small gasp and opened her legs a little farther. Her smell was strong and filled my nostrils, taking me by surprise. But it was so good. Sniffing deeply I moved my nose up and down her pussy crack taking in the wonderful variety of odours and feeling my lips slip across her labia , soft and wet. My excitement was growing and so was hers. She lifted one foot off the floor to open up more for me. I started to use my tongue, licking up and down her quivering pink folds. Every time I came into contact with her clit she let out a gasp and bucked her hips. She tasted so good. I didn't want this to end. My fantasy was coming true. I stopped using my tongue and continued to sniff, the smell an amplified version of her knickers I had sniffed so many times before. This was so much better. Gradually my mouth and nose became slick with juices and covered in her wonderful aroma. "Is this ok?" I asked her. "Fantastic! Is it ok for you? It's not too smelly for you?" "No, it's fantastic!" I said. I had never meant anything so much! Sheila lowered her leg. "Do you want me to turn around?" This was leading up to what to what I had been fantasising about for so long. Or was it? She saw my hesitation. "To sniff my bum? You can if you want." "Yes I'd love to....I mean, if it's ok with you?" My heart was trying to jump out of my chest. "Yeah, sure." She said. "Shall I kneel on the edge of the settee?" I nodded. My mouth was dry and I could still smell her pussy on my lips. It was all in slow motion as she walked around to the other side of the settee. I followed her on my knees, my eyes locked on her curvy bottom, wiggling as she walked. She knelt on the edge of the settee and remained upright, waiting for me to get into position behind her. She stayed upright as I settled down behind her, and I put my shaking hands on her soft buttocks. I gently kneaded them, my heart racing. As I kneaded her cheeks they parted slightly and I could just make out a light covering of hair in her cleft. "Just say if it's too smelly, I can always wipe it a bit, or something." She looked back at me over her shoulder. "No it's fine, don't worry." I said. Slowly, she started to lean forward. I let my hands move down to the side of her thighs. As she leaned forward more her buttocks started to part until she was as far forward as she could be, pushing her ass up into the air. And there it was, the subject of my fantasies for so long, four or five inches away from my face, glistening slightly. Her puckered anus was a darker colour than the surrounding skin of her cleft, its small folds perfectly symmetric. I moved my hands back up to her buttocks and parted them slightly more, watching the way her ring stretched. "Is it ok?" Sheila said. She looked back over her ass at me. "Is it dirty? Sorry........" She was about to get up. "No, no it's fine. It's beautiful. Perfect." "Oh, ok. I was just a bit worried." She gave a hesitant laugh. I managed to break myself away from staring at her beautiful asshole and started to move my nose closer. As I drew closer the aroma got stronger and my cock twitched. I thought I would come there and then, but somehow I managed to stop myself. Finally my nose was pressed against her perfect asshole, and I took the deepest sniff I could. It was warm and slippery and her smell was thick and musky. "Oh yes, wow, wow ,wow....." I murmured, my voice muffled within her warm cleft. I sniffed for a long time, my nose slipping up and down her bum crack; there couldn't have been a more perfect smell. I had sniffed her knickers plenty of times, enjoyed the light stains and thought that it was perfect. But this was unbelievable; ten times better than her knickers. No, a million times better, so strong and musky. I pulled her cheeks apart a bit further to try and get my nose deeper into her warm, glossy cleft. I started to stick my tongue out as I moved my nose up and down her ass crack. Lightly at first, I felt my tongue slip across her silky ring. She must have realised what I was doing as she let out a long sigh. I had a slight hint of a tangy taste on my tongue. I pressed my tongue out slightly harder and licked and sniffed. The taste was stronger now. I parted her cheeks a little more and felt her asshole stretching under my tongue. Sheila's strong taste and smell now filled my senses and I felt delirious. I made my tongue as hard as possible and started to press it against her asshole. She gasped again and pushed her self towards me, pushing the small of her back down to get her ass as high and her cheeks as wide apart as possible, helped by my hands stretching her cheeks further still. I felt my tongue push past her anal entrance, and as she relaxed her ring a little, my tongue went deeper inside. "Yessssssss." She said. I moved my hard tongue in and out of her hole, feeling it push past her ring and up inside and then letting it pop back out. She kept pushing herself backwards in time to the thrust of my tongue making it easier to penetrate her anus and also making my tongue penetrate deeper. I started to rub her clit gently with my thumb whilst keeping my tongue in her ass. I felt the muscles of her anus clench and relax, pushing my tongue out and then allowing back in. The taste and smell was driving me on, my tongue moving in and out faster. After not long enough, I had to stop to give my tongue a rest. I carried on sniffing, not wanting to ever forget her pungent scent. I placed a finger against her anus and started to rub it gently. It was wet and warm. Like an intrepid explorer, gently I started to press the end of my finger against her anus. "Oh yes, go on...." Sheila moaned. I pressed further until the end of my finger parted her muscle and slowly I pushed it further in until I was up to the knuckle. Sheila let out a loan groan as I slowly moved the tip of my finger around inside her. "I hope there's nothing up there!" Sheila giggled, nervously. "No, it's ok." I reassured her. I carried on for a while, watching her ass as she moved it in time to my probing. I pulled my finger out eventually and sniffed some more. I couldn't get enough of her smell. She moved herself round to face me and reached down to grasp my cock and rub. "I want you to use this." She said squeezing my member and rubbing it slowly. "Ok. What do you want me to do?" Whatever happened next, I knew I couldn't last long before I came again. Sheila lay back on the settee and pulled her legs up with her hands behind her knees. "Put it up here first." She said gesturing towards her soaking pussy, pink lips parted. I nodded, moved myself off my haunches and guided my throbbing rod towards her pussy. Sheila started to breathe deeply again and when my glans started to push against the entrance she let out a long sigh of pleasure. Slowly I pushed in to, deeper and deeper until I was completely enveloped within her warm slippery tunnel. Ass Chronicles 01 "Wow!" I said. I started to move in and out my hands grasping her hips. Sheila closed her eyes and moved a hand down to her pussy to play with her clit. I looked down to watch what she was doing and started to move faster. I maintained a steady speed for a while, enjoying the sight of Sheila playing with her pussy while my cock slid in and out. I could still smell her ass on my lips and face and I felt I was going to cum but managed to hold off by quickly removing my member and squeezing my glans. "Is everything ok?" Sheila asked. "Yes, really fine! I nearly came then. I don't want to come yet, I'm enjoying myself too much!" Sheila giggled hoarsely. "Tell you what, let's change things. Let me turn around." She lifted herself up from her reclined position. I moved back to give her room to turn around and kneel on the floor in front of me with her upper body resting on the settee. She reached back and placed her hands on her buttocks and parted her ass cheeks exposing her glorious asshole. "Up here?" she said. "It should be slippery enough. Just start gently." I could have cried with joy; I may even have made a whimpering noise. I moved myself forward a little so that my cock was aiming for Sheila's dark hole. I moved closer until the end of my cock was pressed up against it. My breathing quickened. I was determined to try and last as long as possible before cumming. We both moaned as I gently pressed my cock harder against her anus. I could feel my glans opening her asshole up and then it slipped in. Sheila momentarily tensed up, and I thought she wanted me to stop, but she relaxed and murmured reassurance; gently, gently. Then, as slowly as I pushed my glans in, I withdrew it. I repeated the whole process revelling in the feeling of her ring squeezing my glans tight. The last time I withdrew, her ring opened up invitingly as Sheila was now pulling her cheeks apart with more force. "Squirt your cum inside my ass, come on. But still gently sweetheart." I pushed my cock all the way in this time. The feeling of her anus clenching around my cock was so good and it took a lot of self-control to keep my movements slow and gentle. All I could do was watch my cock slide in and out of her ass as she kept pulling her cheeks apart with her hands. She moved her right hand away and underneath between her legs, and she started to rub her clit. She moaned as she moved her fingers over her pussy, her asshole stretched around my cock and each time I pulled back I could see her ring pouting outwards in sympathy. I grasped her hips firmly as I kept moving in and out, her smell wafting up to me. It was too much for me and I couldn't hold off any longer. "Sorry, I'm cumming" I said. "Yes, sweetheart!" My balls tightened and for a moment I stopped breathing as I felt the fire in my cock give way to a huge release as I shot my cum up her glorious ass. The room dimmed and then came back to light as I finished my release. My cock started to soften, but Sheila was still rubbing her clit, harder and harder, her breathing heavier. "Keep it inside." She gasped. She groaned and then she climaxed, clenching her asshole and popping my spent member out of her hole. As I kept her cheeks apart with my hands I looked to see her asshole open up wide as she experienced her last climax. I kneeled down and ran my tongue around the edge of her pucker and then quickly popped my tongue inside. She moaned and giggled, and her anus popped shut, forcing my tongue back out. She turned around to face me, her face moist with perspiration. She had a big smile on her face. We embraced each other and kissed breathlessly. She could smell her ass on my face. "You'd better wash your face!" she giggled. "I don't want the smell to go, ever!" I said. "Well, don't worry. I mean, we can do this again at some point can't we?" "Yes! Please!" I said. I held her close to me as our breathing steadied, her smooth skin slippery with perspiration and sun lotion. I ran a hand down her back down to her buttock and squeezed it, reaching round to lightly rub her cleft. She giggled, and playfully wriggled out of our embrace. "Come on, we better get dressed, freshen up a bit!" Sheila put her bikini bottoms back on, I my shorts, and we freshened up together in the bathroom, giggling like teenagers, talking excitedly about fantasies fulfilled and unfulfilled, what we enjoyed most about our time on her settee downstairs, and when we could do it all over again. After straightening ourselves out, we went back downstairs, another quick kiss and fondle, and then Sheila went outside to her sun lounger, and I sat on the settee waiting for my girlfriend to arrive. We had many other times together after that, but only once where we weren't restricted with time, and we were able to fulfil more of our fantasies, or should I say, more of Sheila's fantasies; I never knew she was so broad-minded! On most occasions when I was visiting Sally, Sheila and I grabbed any time we could. If Sally popped upstairs to the loo, or to the shops, or anything that would give us time, we would quickly get into position, Sheila would lift her skirt, or pull her trousers down, and I would kneel behind her and sniff her bottom and pussy. Eventually, Sheila took to wearing loose clothing when she knew I was popping round; loose trousers that were easily pulled down and easily pulled up in haste, or a skirt with no knickers. I was even allowed to take some dirty knickers home with me, as long as I brought them back eventually. She did however let me keep one pair. I still have them today. The white pair with blue shapes dotted around the soft fabric. Thank you, Sheila. Ass Chronicles 02 Pamela. I had known Pamela since I was a teenager. She works as a teacher, teaching German at the secondary school I had attended. The first time I had met her was during my first lesson in German, which also happened to be her first day as a teacher. She was a short girl with straight dark hair cut short, big eyes and a slim build. Even as a school kid it didn't take me long to notice cute breasts underneath the tops, and a nice round bottom always accentuated by the skirts she chose to wear for work. Whilst she was teaching a class she had a habit of sitting on a desk at the front, her feet on the chair in front of it. Then, when she moved off the desk she would swing one leg off then the other, and in that split second I was always able to catch an eyeful. In the warmer months, when she didn't wear tights and the skirts were thinner, I got a nice glimpse of her milky thighs and panty covered crotch. Back then she was in her early twenties. Now, she was a year short of her fortieth, ten years my senior, but she still looks a fine woman; yes she has filled out a little, but she was still very pleasing to my eye, with a bottom that like a fine wine had improved with age. I had kept in contact with Pam after I left school. We were both members of the local badminton club, so we saw each other every week pretty much. We always played mixed doubles together; this meant I stood behind her most of the time, which was fine by me. When she lunged to reach a tricky net-shot, the short skirts she wore often flew up, exposing her panties riding up and clinging to her ass. Pam had never married, and this led to much idle speculation regarding her sexuality. As long as I had known her she never seemed to be with a man or showed any interest in men. I thought I remembered some gossip from school about Pam and the history teacher, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe she did prefer the intimate company of women. I didn't care; in fact I found it quite stimulating. We always had fun together, and it would have been the perfect example of a platonic relationship, were it not for the fact that she always turned me on with her habit of inadvertently exposing her milky smooth inner thighs and cotton panties when she was wearing her sports skirt. Being lady-like wasn't her thing. A few days ago, Pam had sent me an email suggesting we take part in a tournament our badminton club was taking part in. It was a long journey there and we may as well book a couple of rooms at a hotel near to the venue, was that ok? Yes I said. Fine, she would book the rooms and pick me up from work at 5pm Friday. ------------- 5pm Friday, and I was stood outside work waiting for Pam with my sports bag on my shoulder. Along she came in her little red car. (How old was that car now? She'd had that whilst I was still at school!). She waved, pulled up and parked. Leaving the engine running, she got out of the car and walked around to give me a business-like cheek to cheek and then to the rear of the car to open the boot. She bent over and rummaged around to make room for my kit bag. She was wearing a cream silky top and dark skirt, the matching jacket hanging in the back of the car. As she bent over I had a wonderful view of her full curvy bum, and a fair bit of well-toned leg as her skirt rode up. As I admired the view, I realised that the journey was going to be very enjoyable indeed. Our journey began and as was normal for the two of us, we chatted non-stop. Pam and I had always made each other laugh, and we were both comfortable and open with each other. Yes, the perfect platonic relationship, I thought. I wished I didn't find her innocent innuendos and sexual ambiguity such a huge turn-on, but I had head-tripped on Pam for so long now that it was impossible for me not look at her and fantasise. Besides, I found her very nice to look at. "I can't wait to get out of these clothes!" she said. "It's been so warm today and I've been hot and sticky in the wrong places all day! I should've gone without knickers! Or totally naked!" She giggled. If only she knew how much these comments turned me on! She had always been the same, and being honest, I loved it! As the journey progressed Pam's skirt rode up as she moved her feet to operate the pedals. Eventually it rode up no further, remaining half way up her thighs. She didn't seem bothered, or even to notice, and I was in a permanent state of arousal for the rest of the journey. We arrived at the hotel and parked in the car park, retrieved our gear from the boot of the car and trudged along to find reception. There, Pam gave her name and we were given directions to our room. "Room?" I said. My cock jumped to attention. I lowered my kitbag from my shoulder, holding it in front of me in an attempt to cover any tell-tale bulge. "Yes. They didn't have two singles, so I booked a double room. Don't worry, it's two single beds!" "Ok." Sleeping in the same room as Pam! First thing I would have to do is go to the bathroom and rub myself crazy to satisfy the ache that had built up during our journey. "Well, I don't snore, so it's ok!" "I'm a deep sleeper, don't worry!! Nothing wakes me up, believe me!" We found our room, inserted the key we were given at reception, unlocked the door and went through to a medium sized and well-appointed hotel room; must be a bit pricey, I thought. The two single beds were on the opposite wall about four feet apart; four feet from Pam, and for a whole night. My imagination went in to over-drive as I thought of Pam lying asleep in the bed next to me. I wondered what she wore in bed; a stuffy night-dress or something more revealing, or maybe nothing. If it stayed warm overnight, she may kick the covers off completely; I would have to stay awake all night, I thought. My reverie was broken as Pam flung her gear on the floor next to one of the beds, kicked off her shoes and then flopped on her back onto the soft mattress letting out a deep sigh. She was obviously un-aware that her skirt had ridden up well above mid-thigh and I had a fabulous view right up to her black knickers. The bathroom was off to right, and now I was desperate to relieve myself. Reluctantly, I tore my gaze away from her crotch. "I need to go to the loo." "Don't be long then, I need to go!" Pam said. "Oh. Well if you're desperate you go first then." Although it wouldn't take me long to see to myself, I didn't want to be rushed. "Thanks!" she said. She moved off the bed, one leg then the other, giving me another glimpse of inner thigh and crotch, adding to my ache which was now considerable. She brushed past me smiling and shut the bathroom door behind her. On the table between the beds was a little kettle, cups and a selection of biscuits. I popped a custard cream in my mouth and glanced around our hotel room. There was a large flat-screen TV on one wall, a large and very expensive looking wardrobe on another and various paintings, water-colours I thought, hanging on any free wall space. Yes, pricey, I thought. As I looked over our room my gaze turned towards the bathroom door and I noticed it had a large key-hole. My heart beat faster as I realised what I would see if I looked through. I hesitated, but my heightened state of arousal got the better of me, and I knelt down quietly to peek through. It afforded me a good wide view of the bathroom, the toilet at the far end facing the door, the shower off to the right and a wash hand basin to the left. Pam was at the basin and I could hear water running. Damn, had she already finished? I already had my zip undone and my manhood in my hand. I was about to put it all away when she scuttled over to the toilet. She hadn't been yet; I kept my hard member in my hand and started to rub. She stood facing the door, I was careful to keep as still as possible in case she saw movement through the keyhole. Pam lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties in one swift movement and sat down on the toilet. I was a little disappointed I didn't get a glimpse of her bush. Or maybe she was shaven smooth, who knew? I rubbed faster; I needed to finish myself off sooner rather than later. I heard the tell-tale hiss and tinkle as she let go and could see her face, a picture of relief. The tinkling sound stopped and she exhaled deeply. She pulled some paper from the roll behind her and stood up to dry her pussy. And there, I caught a glimpse of dark pubic hair. Not shaven then! Then she turned around to throw the paper into the toilet. She still had her skirt up, one hand pulling it tight around her waist, and this gave me a perfect view of her bum which was slightly larger than I had imagined all those years ago in school; fleshy but not overly so. She then bent down a little to pull her panties back up, and in that split second before her skirt fell down I had a glimpse of her parting cheeks and black bush peeping round from the front. I came just as she flushed the toilet. If she'd have been wearing trousers or if she had kept her skirt hitched up when she bent down, I was sure I would have seen deeper into her cleft. I felt so much better, and I comforted myself in the fact that she would at some point have to use the toilet again, or the shower, and I could watch her again through the key hole. I was excited at the prospect. ---------- We walked to the tournament venue through a large park on a path lined on one side with trees and thick bushes. We got changed into our sports gear and once we were down on the courts we started talking game-play strategies, Pam as competitive as ever. All I could think about was watching her later through that keyhole. We sat on a large bench to wait for our game to be called and Pam had once again forgotten that she was wearing a skirt; I could clearly see her white sports knickers hugging her crotch tight. We played our first two matches and won, though it was a long drawn out affair. The more Pam lunged, the more I could see her white knickers getting moist with sweat and clinging to her bum. We lost the next game, and we were knocked out, probably due to me not concentrating on the game but on her bottom! We decided to walk back to the hotel rather than staying to watch the other games. "Well, at least we tried our best!" Pam said, as we walked through the park back towards the hotel. "We couldn't have done anything more. Next time eh?!" "Yup, we did our best." I kind of felt a little guilty; I should have concentrated more on the game than the view in front of me. Pam made suggestions on how to improve our doubles play, which I absentmindedly agreed with; all I could think about was the sight of her naked ass through the keyhole. It was a rather one-sided discussion. We were the only ones walking through the park and the light was just starting to dim, the greens of the park turning deeper. It was still warm though, and both of us were still glowing from our earlier exertions on court. "Tell you what, it was warm. I drank so much water!" she said, her voice slightly strained. "Problem is I really need a pee now!" She had stopped walking and was starting to wriggle, bobbing up and down as she looked around. "You know what, I do too." I said. "I think I can hold off 'til we get back to the hotel. Do you want me stand here and keep watch?" My ache had returned with a vengeance as I thought of Pam peeing in the bushes. "Well," she scanned around, still wriggling, "we may as well both go together behind these bushes. What do you think? Come on, no one is about." I checked around and as Pam said, there was no one about. Silently, I followed Pam through the trees, slowly picking our way through some bushes, wondering if she meant we would be peeing in front of each other. My heart was beating like a drum as I caught glimpses of her tight underwear when she bent down to avoid low branches, our bulky kit bags making it tricky to get through. We came to a slight clearing which had a natural ceiling of leaves and branches, high enough for us to stand upright. I looked about and realised that we were totally out of sight from all directions. "I really need this, sorry." said Pam, with a slight quiver in her voice. She stood there for a moment with her hands under her skirt grasping her panties, ready to pull them down. "You're going as well aren't you?" "Yes, yes...ummm." My cock was throbbing and I wasn't sure what Pam would do if she saw that I was aroused. I hesitated. "Thing is......." "Yes?" Pam said impatiently, still leaning forward slightly, ready to pull her pants down. "I've got a bit of a, y'know?" I gestured towards my crotch. She seemed dumbfounded, frowning a little. "You know........." "A penis. Yes I am aware that men have a penis." She said testily. "No, I mean, a......" I made useless flapping motions with my hand, vaguely gesturing towards my crotch. "Oh........ A hard-on you mean?" Pam giggled. "Um, yes." I smiled apologetically. "Oh don't worry," she said dismissively, "I have seen one before, a while ago mind, but I've seen it all before!" "Oh." I readied myself, thumbs tucked under the elastic on my shorts. I was desperately trying to steady my hands. "I'll count to three and then we pull pants down, or shorts in your case. How about that?! I'm getting desperate now!" "Ok." Pam giggled and counted to three and we both pulled pants and shorts down, my cock jerking out like a lazy spring. Pam was already crouching down as she looked across at my rod standing proud, almost pointing straight at her. "Are you shaking?!" Pam asked looking at my hands, or was she looking at my dick? "I am a bit." I said. Unfortunately I was shaking badly, a combination of the prospect of witnessing Pam take a leisurely pee in front of me, and my heart beating way too fast. My member was throbbing in time. Pam hesitated a little, and cleared her throat. She was definitely looking at my dick and I started to feel a little self-conscious. We both dithered, and I was unsure what to do or say. Pam cleared her throat again. "Can I hold it?" she said, looking at my member like it was a rare animal she had never been close to before, unsure whether it would bite, an object of fascination. She seemed to have forgotten the discomfort of her full bladder. "Ok." I was in a trance. She moved closer and crouched down by my side, panties around her ankles, and slowly lifted her hand to lightly hold my cock. It suddenly got an extra pump of blood. "Come on then, do your pee!" she said with obvious amusement. She lightly squeezed my dick and slowly pulled my foreskin back enough to expose the end of my glans. She seemed to study it as if she had never touched a cock before. I tried to squeeze but it was impossible to pee with my manhood in its rigid state. "I can't go, sorry." I grimaced and laughed nervously. "Sorry." "It's ok. I'll go first then." She smiled at me and playfully squeezed my cock. She stood up and quickly slipped her white panties away from her ankles and hung them on a nearby branch. She then started to lift her skirt, seemed to think twice about it and slipped that off too, hanging it on the same branch as her panties. All I could do was stare open-mouthed at her dark bush. She lifted her t-shirt a little and then crouched down beside me. I craned my neck to look down her back towards her ass. I could see the top of her cleft and tried to imagine what the view from beneath would be like. She looked up at me. "Do you want a closer look?" "Ummmm. Would that be ok?" I said, swallowing hard. I was still getting my head around Pam butt naked in front of me; I must be a part of the most relaxed and open platonic relationship ever to have existed. "Sure". I knelt down beside her and peered around at her bum. She winked and smiled, turning around to face away from me. Her ass looked fantastic and the twin-v profile of her parted cheeks was perfect. She then let herself forward until she was kneeling down on the soft ground. She reached back with both hands and pulled her cheeks wide apart. My eyes nearly popped out and my mouth hung open. I could now see her asshole, dark in colour and pouting as if blowing me a kiss. It was hairless, and below, surrounded by her dense bush, her large pussy lips were well and truly parted; all I wanted to do was freeze this moment in time. Damn the keyhole, this was a much better view. "I thought you might like that!" Pam said and giggled. "I know you better than you think, you naughty boy!" I laughed, trying to make it as nonchalant as possible, but didn't succeed. My cock was rock hard now, and I started to squeeze it with my right hand. "I really do need to go now. Ok?" asked Pam. "Yes." I croaked, my mouth dry, wondering if this was all a dream. She let herself forward a little more, lifting her ass slightly higher, and then I saw her asshole twitch and a trickle of pee appeared from near her little button. She kept the trickle slow to begin with, her anus twitching as she used her muscles to control the flow. I watched the clear liquid trickle out while I rubbed myself. She twitched again, this time halting the flow. "Are you wanking back there, mister?" she asked, chuckling. "Oh. Sorry." I stammered. "No, it's fine. Don't come though, not yet." Not yet? Wow, what was to come next? I wondered. She relaxed and resumed her trickle. Gradually, she let it flow faster, her liquid hissing out at an angle as she relaxed her muscles to completely let go. She really did need to go it seemed. Her liquid kept coming and a little of it trickled down through her bush and onto the dry ground beneath her. After not long enough, the flow started to slow and finally stopped. She squeezed two or three times to make sure, each time her asshole pushing outwards, opening slightly. I actually thought she may be trying to poop, but when she was satisfied there was no more to pee, she relaxed and sighed in obvious relief. "Be a poppet and go to my sports bag and fetch some tissue for me, would you? In the side pocket." I leaned across to her kit bag and opened a side pocket. There I found the small packet of tissues next to a pair of scrunched up black knickers. I pulled out a tissue and held it out for her. "Do you want to wipe my pussy for me?" I nodded, mute from having witnessed Pam peeing from such a close range. I brought the tissue up to her pussy and pushed it against her lips and moved it around drying it off. I kept gazing at her asshole badly wanting to lick and sniff, though some of her aroma was just discernible. I put my left hand on her left buttock, warm and soft, still clammy with perspiration, and I pressed slightly to widen her crack. "Mmmmm, that's nice" she murmured. I spent as long as possible drying Pam's pussy, studying her intimately with a puerile fascination. I pressed my hand harder against her buttock, parting her cleft a little more, learning every nook and fold of her pouting asshole. I announced that it was all nice and dry and boldly kissed her bum cheek in such a way that my nose came within inches of her warm crevice, allowing me to draw in her pungent scent. "Why thank you very much. Very kind of you!" Pam said. She turned around, giggled and pointed at the shrinking puddle on the dry ground. "Better move away from the wet patch!" We shifted ourselves sideways, both of us still kneeling. She smiled at me and put her hand around my cock kneading it gently. "What are we going to do about this then? How come it's so hard? Surely I don't turn you on, do I?" She watched my face and her eyes seemed to urge me to answer truthfully. "Well........I'm afraid your bum is far too sexy!" I laughed nervously; surely this was going beyond platonic now? "Really? I always thought my bum was too wobbly!" "No, no, no. Believe me, it's perfect." Ass Chronicles 02 She kept milking my cock. "Are you a bottom man then?" I nodded. "That's why you're my mixed doubles partner then, is it? A good view eh! Hmmmm. Well I suppose I'm an ass woman then. Your bum isn't bad, eh!" She reached around behind me and grabbed my ass cheek and rubbed it vigorously, giggling. "So, how much do like my bum? Hm? Show me." She straightened herself, letting go of my manhood, sitting back on her heels, hands on her knees. "Well.........I.....uhh.....what if I do something you don't like?" "Don't worry, I'm broadminded." She said and turned around and got onto all fours, letting her back relax, wiggling her bum at me. "Come on, show me how much you like it." I knelt there dumbfounded and amazed. I could see her moistening pussy lips through the lush bush and above that her crack was parted only enough to offer me a tantalising glimpse of her asshole. I leant forward and put a hand on each buttock. Gingerly I pushed my hands apart not knowing whether she would stop me at any moment, not knowing whether it was 'two friends having a laugh, but let's not go too far!' Her cheeks parted and her slick hole stretched into view. I stared at it and wondered what I should do next. She murmured encouragement, so I moved my head closer and kissed her left buttock. I then kissed her right buttock, and as my alternating kisses got closer to her cleft I threw caution to the wind and planted my nose right over her anus and took a deep sniff. "Ooooo, that's different! Mmmmm" she pushed her ass a little further into the air and went down on to her elbows. "It must be a bit smelly back there. I didn't think you'd like my bum that much!" To my relief she didn't stop me. I continued sniffing, my nose pressed hard against her warm sticky hole, my cheeks sliding against her clammy warm crack. Her odour was almost too strong; a whole hot and sticky day in hot classrooms sitting in plastic chairs, and three sticky games of badminton had given her ass a real pungency. But it was Pam's aroma, and I couldn't get enough of it. I pulled my face away for a few seconds and watched as she clenched and unclenched her muscles, her asshole moving in and out. I sniffed some more as I pushed my hands further apart, stretching her ring. Then I used my tongue, tentatively at first to see if she was comfortable with me doing that. She moaned a little, and I began licking her slick asshole hard. She murmured more encouragement, moving her ass back against my face. I pushed my tongue into her hole hard enough for it to penetrate her ring. She let out a little gasp and a giggle and I moved my tongue in and out as hard as I could. Her strong scent was now accompanied by a tangy taste which made me drive my tongue faster and harder. Her hole started to relax and my tongue found its way deeper and deeper. The taste covered my tongue completely and my face was covered in the slickness of her gorgeous ass crack. "Wow," she gasped. "This is so dirty." I eased up, and pulled away from her asshole. I then rubbed a finger against her anus. "Can I put a finger up?" I felt bolder than ever now. "Please do!" I pressed my finger harder until I felt her ring pop open. I pushed my finger all the way in as she let out a soft sigh. It slid in and out easily and as she moaned encouragement I worked her hole a little faster. I felt it relax more and more as I worked it with my finger, soft squelching noises sounding in time with my rhythm. Pam was moaning softly as I worked another finger in and increased my speed a little, keeping my nose close so all I could smell was her strong heavy aroma. Her asshole relaxed more and more until eventually it felt like she was trying to push my fingers out, the squelching sounds becoming louder like she was pooting in perfect time with my thrusts. I pulled my fingers out quickly and her ring gaped open. I popped my tongue in and Pam let out a long soft moan. "I need something bigger now. Put your cock in my bum, all the way in." In a dream, I moved upright still on my knees and guided my cock towards her succulent ring, my hands on her hips keeping her cheeks apart. I pushed gently against it and my glans easily popped her ring and her ass gradually swallowed my entire length. She moaned again, a little louder. I looked around in case there was anyone that may have heard, but couldn't see through the thick bushes. I started to move in and out of her bum with a slow rhythm. Her ass squelched as I moved in and out, and I could feel myself approaching climax. "I think I'm going to cum Pam. Sorry, a bit soon!" "Yes, come on!." I tried to hold off as long as possible, but within seconds I felt my balls tighten and then the rush of orgasm. I kept my cock inside Pam's ass, not pulling out until it had softened. When I slowly withdrew some of my juice popped out accompanied by a long poot. "Oops, sorry!" giggled Pam. Another two little farts sounded amid more giggling. She straightened up and leant back against me. I put my arms around her and felt her relax in my embrace. I moved my right hand down across her breasts, across her stomach and down between her legs. She moaned and opened her knees a little more to give my hand more room. Then she placed a hand on my wrist and stopped my caresses. "You haven't come yet." I said. "I know. I want to bring myself off. But I want to do something." "What do you want to do?" "You know.....I said I was an ass woman......well." So, Pam did unto me what I did to her. It was strange feeling her tongue against my asshole and then fingers inside, but she was good, and I relaxed into things quickly. She knelt behind me as I bent forward parting my cheeks and whilst she licked and fingered my ring, she rubbed her pussy. She came with a loud moan. I turned around and knelt down to face her, hugging her tight, both of us a little embarrassed at what we had done. We giggled and wondered if anyone had walked past on the path and heard us. "Anyway," said Pam, pulling away from our embrace. "Can I hold your cock while you go?" "Sure, if you want." I had completely forgotten I was in need of a pee. I stood up, Pam knelt by my side and lightly held my soft member, pulling the skin back, and watched intently as I let go. When I had finished, she leant across to her kit bag, retrieved her black knickers from the side pocket and dabbed my shrunken dick dry. She gave me the knickers. "Can you wipe my bum?" she asked. I didn't need to be asked twice, gently rubbing the knickers up and down her cleft as she leant forward, ass in the air. We slowly got dressed, but before Pam put her panties back on, I kissed between her buttocks again. "Let's wait 'til we get back to the hotel mister!" she laughed and patted me away playfully. We made our way back through the bushes on to the path. The sun was now well below the tree-line. We walked in the dim light with an après-sex glow, almost hand in hand like lovers. We worried about the tell-tale dirt on our knees, but we both felt so mellow that we couldn't care less what anyone might think. "Were you ok with me doing that?" she asked as we walked. "Never been sure whether straight men like their bums prodded!" "Yeah. I would only let you do that though!" "Good. I loved every minute. And we've got the rest of the evening for more fun and games!" The thought had occurred to me too, and I realised how much better the evening was going to be; better than me peeping through the keyhole of the bathroom, that's for sure. We didn't get much sleep that night. ------------ "So I guess that answers that!" she said next morning after we had taken a shower. It had taken us a long time to wake up properly, both of us groggy after an active night. Pam seemed a little distracted during our shower, and although we enjoyed my thorough washing of Pam's intimate parts, there was no sex. We both seemed resigned to returning to normality. But she was still all smiles. We had also missed breakfast, so we shared the complimentary biscuits from the bedside table whilst we sat next to each other on a bed, naked and clean. In the bright morning light streaming in to our room, her dark bush and small deep-brown nipples were in stark contrast to her smooth milky-white skin, which took on an almost luminous quality. "What answers what?" Pam got up and bent down to retrieve her sports knickers, giving me what I thought was to be my last glimpse of her parted cheeks. I was tempted to plant a kiss on her bum hole, but felt that in our present subdued moods, it would have been inappropriate. She pulled on a clean pair, put on her bra and the shirt she was wearing the afternoon before. "I must be truly bi-sexual!" she said. "Eh! Really?" I started to piece things together in my mind, re-calling the gossip about Pam preferring the company of women, the fact that I had never seen Pam with a man or even seen her show interest in a man. "Am I your first bloke then?" I felt flattered. "Oh no, not my first." She said. Now I felt slightly deflated. "My second. My first experience with a man was just after I'd started working at your school actually. Mr Blake, the history teacher. Eww! It was a major disappointment. So, gradually I went over to the dark side." She laughed. "Wow." I said trying to imagine watching Pam with another woman. She buttoned her shirt and then stepped in to her skirt. "So....do you have a woman in your life at the moment?" I wondered about asking if I could watch. "Yes, I do. Fantastic woman too. She would call herself bi-sexual I suppose. Slightly older than me, bit of experience, you know!" She giggled again. "In fact, I think you know her." She winked at me, and I tried to guess who it was. I gave up. "Who?" "Sheila. And yes, she's told me all about that afternoon a while back, her catching you with her dirty knickers, and what happened afterwards. Naughty boy!" She was now fully dressed, just as she was when she picked me up from work. I felt a pang of sadness, wanting to see her naked on all fours in front of me one more time, wanting to show her how much I loved her bottom. Past experience has shown me that over time certain memories fade, and I didn't want any of my memories of what Pam and I did to ever fade; especially the powerful aroma of her ass. "Back in a moment." She said, and walked to the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door. I realised I was still stark naked and started to dress. So, Sheila and Pam are an item, and all that time Pam knew about my afternoon with Sheila, I thought. Had Sheila told Pam about the other times? Was that what drove Pam to arrange all this? Was it an exercise in comparing and contrasting?! I was so preoccupied with these revelations that I didn't realise what Pam was doing in the bathroom. "I've just had a shower and now I've been for a poop! I'm not going for another shower now. I made sure I wiped properly!" She said, laughing. Back to the Pam I know and fantasise about, I thought; comments that, as far as she was concerned, should be taken innocuously, but to me, a huge head-trip! I made my mind up to see Sheila as soon as possible. Maybe I could watch Sheila and Pam together. Wow. And even join in. I was letting my imagination run away into fantasy! I was now dressed and ready to go. We checked the room to make sure we had all of our belongings, and I felt a twinge of melancholy whilst taking a final look at the bed where I had licked Pam's ass until she had fallen asleep. "Come on then, we better check out." said Pam with a sigh. We picked up our kit bags and locked up, returning the key to the receptionist, who gave us a knowing look, and found our way to Pam's car. "Blimey it's warm out today. Maybe I should drive the journey without knickers. I won't get so sticky then!" Oh, Pam, bi-sexy Pam! Surely you must now know what your innocent comments do to me, I thought. We were quiet for most of the journey, but when we arrived at my flat, Pam gave me a peck on the lips. "See you next week at the club then. And, thanks." She said and winked. "No, thank you." I said. "Don't forget your kit bag." I retrieved it from the boot, and said goodbye before closing the passenger door. She waved as she drove off. Later that day as I was emptying my kitbag, something fell out of the side pocket, black and soft. I bent to pick it up, and realised with a start that it was a pair of black knickers, scrunched up. Pam's knickers from yesterday, I realised. Pam had given me a keepsake; a memento that still had her wonderful aromas saturating the soft material. --------- Ass Chronicles 03 Helen. Helen is my piano teacher. I still have a hunger to learn new things and as music was an important part of my life, I had decided on a whim to take up piano. Helen was recommended by a friend and I have been having weekly lessons for about six months. It was fun and I was actually making fairly good progress considering I could only practice on a cheap keyboard, bought second hand from a friend of mine. Helen was approaching middle age, but she was an active woman, often telling me at great length about her various activities. She certainly liked to talk, and often I would still be at her house a half hour after my lesson had ended, listening patiently to her stories fresh from the golf course or squash courts. She wasn't slim but curvy in the right places, not a beautiful woman, but there was something about her that I found enticing. Maybe it was the ever-present twinkle in her eye, or maybe it was due to her being a playful and cheeky sort, always happy and smiling and often making slightly bawdy jokes, usually at my expense. She was also the tactile type, lightly touching my arm or leg as we sat next to each other on her piano stool. I reciprocated as often as I dared and she didn't seem to mind. This all served to heighten the enjoyment of my lessons considerably, and they almost became a centre point for my week. I especially looked forward to playing duets which would involve us having to cross hands, and in our proximity this would invariably lead to our hands and arms brushing together, or even better the side of her breast would jiggle against my arm, warm and soft. For this lesson, Helen had decided we would play duets for the duration. I found duets quite hard to play as I always seemed to miss my entry points, or misread the dynamics. This would be good practice for me. I struggled through the piece Helen had chosen, following her lead as best I could, and eventually the last repeat came and we ended; I was in time, too! "That was nice!" she enthused. She was as bubbly as ever, with a beaming smile on her face and that alluring twinkle in her eye as strong as ever. She was wearing a loose, knee-length pink skirt that seemed to magically flow around her as she walked, and a light blouse that was unbuttoned a little lower than usual, allowing me to see the beginnings of her ample cleavage. "You need to work on your left hand a bit more, get a bit more stamina, and pay attention to the dynamics!" She tapped the music in front of me. "Yes Miss!" I joked, returning her smile. "At least there's no-one around to hear how badly I played!" Helen always made me play part of a piece in front of the pupil that came after me; I really didn't like playing in front of anyone. "Oh, don't worry about that. Anyway, you're my only pupil tonight and my husband is away 'til the weekend. Again!" She paused and briefly looked me in the eye. "So. Nothing to worry about." Whenever she mentioned her husband, she always seemed mildly annoyed or put-out; I had met her husband only twice, but he seemed to me like an affable man. Tonight, she seemed a little more miffed than usual. There was an awkward silence. I guessed that Helen could probably talk for a long while about her husband, so I braced myself for a long, one-sided conversation. Although, the skirt she was wearing, which seemed to be very thin, would ease the situation for me, I thought. And then, there's the cleavage, even though I'm not a breast-man. I chuckled to myself and tried to stop my eyes from wandering. "Do you want a drink? Orange or apple juice?" she asked, smile returning. "Yes please. Apple if that's ok?" "Sure." She walked off to the kitchen and I noted her skirt was indeed very thin. It had gathered up in between her buttocks as she had got up from the piano stool, and I could just make out that she was wearing white knickers underneath. She turned around flashing me a self-conscious smile in response to my gaze, which I quickly averted. She readjusted her skirt and then she was out of sight in to the kitchen. I put my hand down on the stool where she had been sitting. Her bottom had warmed the seat nicely, and I kept my hand pressed against it as I listened to Helen pottering around in the kitchen. She breezed back in with two glasses full of apple juice, sat down next to me and reached across, left breast brushing lightly against my arm, putting my glass on the piano lid next to a huge pile of music stacked precariously on the edge. "That's going to fall down soon!" I said, taking my glass off the piano lid and sipping the cool apple juice. "Yes. Maybe I should take it all upstairs and put it with the rest. I'm so untidy!" she chuckled. With a flurry she got up and took hold of the stack of music. I offered my help, but she said she was fine; the archetypal independent woman. I watched her as she walked to the bottom of the floating staircase, admiring the site of her knicker-clad bottom through the thin skirt, which once again had gathered between her cheeks. She started to climb the stairs and seemed to be doing admirably until half way up when she dropped the whole pile, some of the music cascading down the stairs behind her but most falling to her side and slipping off on to the floor below. "Bugger! Arses! Bugger!" she exclaimed. Helen crouched down quickly, her skirt fanning up. She made a valiant effort to stop the rest from falling, but she gave up with a dramatic flap of her arms and a few more expletives. I dashed over to help. "Can you pass me the ones on the floor please?" she asked, pointing down towards my feet. She repositioned herself, moving one foot to the lower step behind her as she remained crouched. I bent down and picked up a handful of the musical debris. I straightened up, handing it to her, and nearly blurted out my own set of expletives; I could see up Helen's skirt, her knees wide apart as she crouched down. She was concentrating on the sheaf of music I had just handed to her, patting it down to straighten it all out. I let my gaze linger on her rounded mound, cupped tightly by her knickers, wispy hairs struggling to get out either side of her stretched gusset. I was transfixed, mesmerised by the view of her crotch only a few feet away from my face. I felt my cock hardening rapidly as I stared. My gaze traced a line up the smooth light skin of her inner thighs, up to the edges of her gusset, the skin darkening and swelling under the beginnings of her bush. An inch or so more, under the gusset; I could only imagine how sweet and sexy her pussy lips would look. "Oi, excuse me!" Helen blurted. I snapped out of my reverie and looked up with a start to see Helen looking directly at me with owlish eyes. "Can you pass some more up, if you're not too busy gawping up there?" There was a smirk on her reddened face, but despite this she didn't look at all pleased. She had caught me staring up her skirt. In silence and with a face that had turned deep red, I passed more handfuls up to her whilst trying to keep my eyes from her crotch, which was still plainly in view as she hadn't moved to try and cover up her modesty. After clearing the rest of the music, Helen took it all upstairs. I returned to the piano stool, took a deep gulp of apple juice and waited, wondering if she would ask me to leave, calling me a pervert before ejecting me from her house, slamming the front door behind me. I heard floor boards creaking as she moved about upstairs. She returned a few minutes later, down the stairs with, thankfully, a smile back on her face. I tried to relax as she came to sit next to me, doing my best to make my tumescence subside. "That's that sorted!" she said. "Anyway, where were we?" Helen continued to talk about her husband whilst my face gradually returned to its normal colour. I was thankful that she seemed to have quickly forgotten about my peeking earlier. I eventually regained my composure and started to listen to her monologue properly, trying to keep up and take it all in, offering comments when she paused to take a breath. He did seem to be away a lot due to work and she suspected he was playing away from home, but she couldn't be sure. Sometimes, I couldn't be sure if Helen was being serious or not. Should she have been smiling whilst talking about her husband in this way? She joked about finding someone to 'have some fun with', maybe a younger man. She giggled. "Ooo, so you like younger men!" I joked. "Every woman lusts after a younger man every once in a while!" She said feigning disbelief. "Imagine all that vigorous love-making!" My face flushed red again, and on seeing my reaction she chuckled apologetically and leant against me playfully. She made no attempt to pull away. The feeling of her shoulder against mine was making my heart beat faster. I was never sure whether Helen's playfulness and tactile approach to our piano lessons was innocent, or whether she was giving me a sign of some sort. Maybe she acted this way with everyone. I had always been awful at reading signs from women. In my mind, I replayed as best I could all the times she had been overtly tactile, trying to remember how she had reacted when I had returned her touches. I recalled the comments she made that had made me blush, and on several occasions given me a rock hard member. Helen pulled away from me, sitting upright, and I snapped back to the present. I looked her in the eye. "I suppose most men lust after an older woman at some point." I tested the water. For a while we were both silent. She looked at me again, smiled shyly and rested her head on my shoulder. My heart rate stepped up a gear. Tentatively, I rested my head against hers. "So, have you ever lusted after an older woman?" she asked quietly. I couldn't see her face to read any expressions and her voice was neutral. I wasn't sure how honest I should be. "Yes, I have. I mean, I do....." I stammered. There was more awkward silence. Slowly I moved my right arm around and lightly put it around her shoulder. I waited, expecting her to shrug it off. Instead she took hold of my other hand and squeezed it. Helen lifted her head to look at me, our faces close enough for me to hear her soft breathing. A thousand years passed as I looked in her eyes, flicking between one and then the other; I could feel a twitch in my groin. "Your heart's beating nineteen to the dozen!" she said, almost whispering. So was hers, I realised; I could almost hear it. Slowly I moved closer, still worrying about misread signals. She made no attempt to move away and suddenly our moist lips touched and we kissed lightly, both nervous and uncertain. The faint smell of her perfume drifted across my senses, and we started to kiss with more urgency, our lips parting and tongues flicking as our barriers broke down. Her tongue was so warm and soft, and every time mine touched hers, it felt like a jolt of electricity was sent pulsing down to my groin. It was as if we had been building up to this point since the start of our lessons. She gently pulled away from our kiss and getting up, she grasped my hand pulling me off the stool and towards the sofa. We sat down as close as possible to each other. Helen kicked off her slippers and pulled her feet up, her knees resting across my lap as our lips came together again, more vigorously this time as our inhibitions were reduced to nothing. Helen placed her hand on my cheek and I put my hand on her thigh, firm beneath her skirt. Whilst our tongues flicked and explored, I moved my hand up and down her thigh, gradually pushing her skirt up higher and higher. She lifted a knee which shifted her skirt up higher still and I reached around with my hand to gently squeeze her soft buttock. We moaned as we kissed and our breathing became heavier until we had to gasp for air. I placed my hand on her soft inner thigh, boldly moving it higher and higher until my fingers touched her fleshy mound enclosed in her tight cotton knickers. She moaned and moved her hand down to my crotch, fumbling until she found my zip. Once undone, she grasped my engorged manhood through my boxers and began squeezing and rubbing. She started to slowly move her hips against my fingers as they stroked her pussy through her panties, my lips and tongue tingling from our enthusiastic kissing. We both came up for air, resting our heads together whilst breathlessly we squeezed and stroked each other. "I want you to fuck me." she breathed, almost as if the 'F' word was alien to her. For a moment, I just stared at her. A few minutes ago I was worried she may kick me out of her house due to my gawping up her skirt. Now, she wanted us to make love. This was all happening very fast. Maybe older women couldn't be bothered with all the preliminaries that younger women so desired, I thought; strange things cross one's mind in the heat of sudden passion. I slid off the sofa on to my knees and with my hands on Helen's legs, gently coaxed her to sit straight and slide herself down a little so that her bottom was on the edge. I moved across to position myself between Helen's legs. I pushed her skirt up and over her panties as we looked each other in the eyes. She knew what I wanted to do. "Oh, do you want me freshen up?" She asked breathlessly. She gave a nervous giggle. I shook my head. Definitely not! "No, it'll be fine." "Oooo, naughty boy! Go on then." She breathed seductively. Helen moved her bottom forward a little more and parted her legs, revealing a small wet patch on the crotch of her panties. I leant down and started to kiss her warm inner thighs, not quite believing that I was doing this to my piano teacher. I looked up to see her unbuttoning her blouse, her eyes closed, until I could see her breasts straining against the bra she was now unhooking from the front. Then her breasts were bare and free, her nipples large, stiff and brown. She put her arms behind her head, keeping her eyes closed. Her sumptuous boobs spilled down either side of her. I continued to kiss up her inner thighs until my nose was pressed against her warm gusset. She whispered encouragement as I rubbed her with my nose, the heavy aroma of her pussy strong even through the material of her panties. I pressed harder and started to use my tongue. Helen let out a soft sigh and pulled her knees up to her chest, and as I pulled away to steal a quick glance, I could see her panties hugging the cleft between her buttocks. I put a finger on her pantied crotch and rubbed up and down, allowing my finger to wander down and brush the seat of her knickers covering her asshole. Briefly, I felt the pucker of her anus through the thin material. "Oooo!" she whispered, softly giggling. I moved my head back down and allowed myself a long quiet sniff, moving my face side to side allowing the light coloured hairs peeping round the edges of her gusset to brush against my lips. I moved my hands to her hips and hooked my fingers under the elastic of her knickers, feeling the warmth of the soft skin around her waist. Slowly, I pulled off her knickers, over her knees and feet, and threw them on the floor. With her knees to her chest, her slick and sparsely bushed pussy looked sumptuous, her large clam-shell pussy lips lusty red and wet with juice, her pearly clitoris pushing out from beneath its soft, pink hood. Below that, peeping from between her ass cheeks, was one of the finest ass holes I had ever been lucky enough to see. It was dark brown and her cleft was perfectly hairless. I moved closer to her puffy mound and lightly tongued her little pearl, looking up at her as she jerked and giggled softly every time I flicked at it. Without the cotton shield of her panties her scent was even heavier. "You smell gorgeous." I said in between sniffs. "That's ok then!" she moaned, keeping her eyes closed. I alternately licked her clit and sniffed her pussy, moving lower down to try and get a sniff of her bum hole, hopefully without her noticing. Her anal aroma was strong, though I really wanted to get my nose between her cheeks to properly sample her scent. I plunged my tongue deep inside her hot pussy, her tangy, salty juices biting my tongue and covering my face, whilst the funnel of her ample and thick labia seemed to suck me in further. As my chin came into contact with her asshole, Helen half giggled, half moaned. I then concentrated on her clit, flicking it with my tongue whilst inserting two fingers deep inside her tube. My fingers quickly became coated in her copious juices as I moved them back and forth, feeling her soft, smooth walls clenching and relaxing in time to my rhythm. Helen groaned and let her feet come down to the floor. "Sorry. I can't keep my knees up that long!" She quickly turned herself around so she was kneeling in front of me on the floor, elbows resting on the sofa. She slipped her bra and blouse off and pushed her bum up in to the air. "Fuck me." She purred. She looked at me over her shoulder and wiggled her bum, a wanton look on her face and the ever-present twinkle in her eyes, stronger now than ever before. I moved myself behind her, deftly removed my trousers and underwear, put my hands on her hips and slowly pushed my cock against her swollen wet pussy, my glans easily pushing into her between her ample labia. "Yes!" She reached back and pulled her cheeks apart. I pushed the rest of my modest length inside Helen, both of us gasping. Her tunnel was very well lubed and I quickly got up to a steady speed, watching the ripples in her ass cheeks as I moved against her. I ran my hands from her hips, over her crumpled skirt and up to her shoulders and back again making her twitch against me. Looking down I could see her asshole, stretched as she pulled her cheeks apart. For minutes I stared at her anus and longed to be closer to it, to study it, and while my cock became shiny slick with her pussy juices, I imagined my rod buried deep in her brown hole. I grasped her full hips harder as the scent of her ass wafted up to me, and moved against her harder and faster, her soft moans beating in time to my thrusts. I groaned, announcing my arrival, the strong smell of her bottom pushing me over the edge. I came very suddenly, releasing waves of cum in her tube as she clenched her muscles around my shaft. "Oh yes, phew....!!" She exclaimed. "Oh, sorry..." I moaned. "Why did I have to be so quick!" "Oooh, that was fine, believe me!" she moaned. I remained pressed hard against her, wanting to stay connected with her for as long as possible. She giggled as I let my soft member, slick with her thick juices, slip out of her pussy. I slumped back but kept my hands on her bum cheeks, kneading them gently. Helen was still breathing heavily and she made no move to change position, resting her head on the sofa. I lowered my head and started to gently kiss her bum cheeks whilst using my thumb to slowly rub her clit. She let out a long satisfied sigh and pushed her ass further in the air. I was varying the position of my kisses, trying to place them close to her bum crack. Her smell was so strong and I could just see her asshole peeping from between her cheeks. With my free hand I gently pushed her left buttock to one side, hoping she wouldn't mind. Helen let out another long contended sigh, so I pushed more, stretching her cleft further apart. To my surprise, Helen then reached back with her right hand and pulled her other cheek. Her asshole was now clearly visible in fine detail and inches from my nose. I stared at it, teasing myself by holding my breath, delaying the real pleasure that was hopefully to come. I could see tiny white specks dotted around her brown hole and walls of her cleft, left over from when she last wiped, I guessed. I couldn't hold off any longer. I put my nose between her cheeks and sniffed, savouring the dirty, heavy fragrance of her ass. Helen let out a small surprised gasp, and for a second she seemed to stiffen, pulling herself forward and away from me. But she relaxed again with a soft moan and pushed her ass back towards me. I started kissing her cheeks again, this time moving my kisses closer and closer to her crack until I was kissing the warm inner walls of her ass cleft. She bucked her hips slightly, moaned again and whispered 'Yes'. To my delight, I was starting to stiffen again as I boldly kissed her dirty asshole, letting the slickness of her cleft cover my face. I kissed her ring vigorously, covering my nose with her beautifully heavy odour. Then I started to use my tongue, lovingly lapping at her slippery anus and savouring its tangy taste. I closed my eyes and let my tongue map out all the creases and folds of her wonderful bum hole. Ass Chronicles 03 "This is so disgusting. But I love it, really really love it" Helen whispered. "Is it dirty?" "No, it's fine." I lied. Licking and sniffing her most intimate place was such a huge turn-on for me. With both of us pulling her cheeks apart, her anus was well stretched. I was still rubbing her pearl with my thumb as I began to push my hard tongue against her anal opening. The tangy taste of her asshole amplified as I worked my tongue past her muscly ring. Helen moaned softly as I loved and worshipped her asshole, reaching around and underneath herself to rub her clit which left me with a hand free. I squeezed my manhood and contemplated masturbating whilst tonguing her anus. But I removed my tongue and started to rub her brownie with a finger. It was warm and slippery, a combination of my saliva and her natural slickness, and a moment later I was gently pushing a finger inside. She let out a gasp, tensing for a moment as my finger slowly slipped up until I was knuckle deep. I held still for a moment, feeling her bum hole slowly relaxing. "That feels nice. Not too hard." she whispered. "No one's ever done this to me before. That's about as big as I can manage........sorry." "It's ok" I said. I slowly moved my finger in and out, feeling her tight anus twitching around my finger as she rubbed her clitoris, her clit and finger well lubricated by my semen oozing from her lush pussy. When my finger was in deepest I could just about feel the semi-hard rounded tip of something that would have made anal sex a little messy; consolation, I reasoned. I actually found it extremely erotic knowing that my finger was dangerously close to her poop, and as I poked deep I circled it around feeling it slipping under my finger. I kept my finger moving at a slow pace, savouring the feeling of her thick bum-hole squeezing it tight, and the soft walls of her rectum slipping around my probing finger. Helen started to buck her hips and with a yelp, she came. For a few seconds her anus clenched hard around my finger as she moaned through her long, jerking climax. Eventually she relaxed, allowing me to slowly withdraw my greasy finger. She relaxed and allowed herself to slump back on her haunches, and whilst she leant on the sofa trying to steady her breathing, her skirt slowly fell back down hiding her backside from me. I kissed her lightly on her back. "That was incredible!" She breathed. "I've never done that before. Wow. I'm now done for! I see you're not though." She had turned around to look at my throbbing dick. "Get up onto the edge of the sofa, turn around and lean back." I did as she instructed. She put my cock in to her mouth and began to gently blow me. Then, taking me out of her mouth she began to lick my balls, bathing my sack with her hot breath. I opened my legs to give her more room as she ran her tongue slowly from my sack and down my crease until she almost reached my asshole. Then she stopped. "Wank your cock." She whispered, looking up at me from between my legs. "And lift your legs up." I pulled my legs up to my chest and started to rub my hard dick. It was a little awkward wanking in this position, but it felt surprisingly good knowing that Helen could now see my most secret of places from close up. She moved her hand, her finger coming into contact with my asshole. She looked up at me. "Yes?" she asked, wide eyed and grinning. "Yes." I said, and closed my eyes. "Mmmmmm." she murmured. She rubbed my asshole softly as I wanked. Then she moved her head closer still and I could feel her tongue against my hole. She licked it lavishly, leaving it wet with her saliva. It felt strange having her tongue down there, feeling like I was being tickled with something warm and wet. I felt her pointing her tongue, pressing it against my hole and wiggling it around, making my asshole twitch. She pulled herself upright and then put a finger against my pucker. I opened my eyes to see a look of concentration on her face as her finger slowly pushed into my ass as deep as it could go. Although incredibly horny, it was an unfamiliar feeling, and as her finger started to work in and out, my dick started to soften despite my efforts to keep it rigid. It wasn't that I didn't like Helen finger-fucking my ass; it was extremely good, and she was obviously enjoying herself. It was just that I found the contrasting pleasures of her anal probing and my wanking confusing, almost. I felt like I couldn't tense the relevant muscles properly. I panicked a little when I realised I may not be able to cum, but with encouragement from Helen I kept working my dick, slowing down to concentrate on my technique. Helen was obviously enjoying the sight of her finger in my ass, staring down wide-eyed, fascinated. Eventually I did cum, though my dick never became rock hard, and it was a strange orgasm, muted but longer lasting and from deeper down. She took her finger out and sniffed it. "Mmm", she giggled. "You smell nice!". She took some tissue from a box on the table next to the sofa and dabbed all my juice from my stomach, wiped me dry and then wiped her finger. Helen got up off her haunches, kneeled between my legs and we hugged close. "That was amazing." I said softly in her ear. "Mmmhmm!" she chuckled. "Very naughty, very dirty and I loved it! I could do it all over again!" We were both silent for a while, listening to each other's breathing gradually slowing to normal. Her skin felt warm and damp with perspiration. We nuzzled each other's necks, kissing lightly. I pulled away a little and kissed her lips gently. "I suppose you better get going?" she said after we reluctantly moved apart. "I don't want to go anywhere at the moment." I said. "In fact, I don't think I can move!" We laughed. Our exertions had taken it out of us. Eventually Helen announced she needed the loo. She got up and walked through the kitchen to the toilet wearing only her skirt, leaning forwards and scampering past the windows with her arms covering her breasts. I crept through the kitchen and sidled over to the toilet door which she had left slightly ajar, and listened. Sure enough, Helen got rid of what I had felt when my finger was deep in her sexy bottom. I found it mildly erotic listening to Helen taking a poop; a few poots and the tell-tale splashes, the paper being torn off the roll, the toilet seat squeaking as she leant forward, the faint sound of her wiping her bottom. I sniffed my finger, the pungent smell from inside her ass lingering on my fingertip, adding to the pleasure and eroticism of listening to her in the toilet. I heard the toilet flush and quickly crept back to the sofa. "That's better!" she said, sitting down next to me. She looked at me quizzically. "So, didn't you feel anything when you had your finger up my bum?!" "I did, but didn't say anything." I reddened, and avoided Helen's teasing gaze. "You are a wicked young man, aren't you!" she giggled. "You should've come in and watched me go!" she chuckled, nudging me suggestively. I was a little taken aback, but before I could say anything, she giggled. "No, sorry, only joking!" I felt a little disappointed. I would have loved to have watched her. I wondered about bringing the subject up next time; if there was to be a next time. The sudden thought that Helen may be regarding all this as a one-off started to play on my mind. We kissed again, tongues deep. Helen really did want to do it all over again, but I was totally spent and I didn't think I could manage anything else involving an erection. My male pride stopped me from saying as much. I hinted at time ticking on, and eventually we started getting dressed. Helen put her bra and blouse back on. She turned around and leant down to put her panties back on, but before she could pull them right up, I quickly knelt behind her, lifted her skirt and planted a big kiss on her cleft. I couldn't resist. "Ooo!" she said. "Not sure it's a good idea, considering!" She emphasised the last word with a giggle. Helen let her panties fall back down around her ankles and giggled at me over her shoulder. "Mmmmm." I breathed, and gave her a wicked smile. "Surely you don't like it now?!" "Of course I do.....!" "Oo! Well, if you like!" she said. "You really are a naughty boy!" She chuckled and slipped her skirt off and leant over pushing her bottom towards me. I took a long look at the back of her firm thighs, up to her bush, just peeping, and then surveyed her shapely bottom, her cleft tantalisingly hiding her glorious bum hole from my sight. I grasped her fleshy cheeks and pulled them apart to study her. There were more tiny white specks around her anus and lodged deep in her well stretched opening was a tiny clump of something with a darker colour. Helen obviously had a slightly reckless approach to wiping her bottom. "It should be clean, I think." She said with a hint of bemusement. "I did wipe properly!" "It's fine!" I breathed. "You didn't miss anything!" I lied. I moved my face closer until my nose was once again between the warm and welcoming cleft of her buttocks, her bum hole warm against the tip of my nose. I took a long sniff and noted a slightly different tang to her aroma. I pressed my nose harder against her hole, sniffing long and deep. "Wow!" Helen gasped. "I'm flattered!" She chuckled, bent forward a little more and her swollen, wet pussy peeped at me. She was obviously starting to feel horny again. My cock stayed stubbornly flaccid and I was disappointed in myself, once again worrying whether this may be my last time with Helen's beautiful bottom. I felt I should have been rock hard knowing what I was about to do. I threw caution to the wind and plunged my tongue in. Helen gave a startled gasp, and pushed back against me to keep her balance. I licked at her dirty bum hole, the tangy taste biting my tongue. The taste of her unclean hole seemed to draw all the moisture from my tongue, but I carried on probing, relishing the taste. Helen opened her knees a little and with a finger began rubbing her clit once again. I sniffed and licked as she raggedly rubbed herself, the light squelchy noises of her fingers working her womanhood driving me on. Her unclean taste overcame my senses and I drew back to swallow and wet my desiccated tongue. I pulled her cheeks wider apart, stretching her bum hole so that its pink inner walls blossomed, and once again saw the clump buried in the recess of her stretched opening. As I plunged my tongue back in and tasted her sharp and musky dirt, Helen yelped and came again, bucking her hips wildly, almost falling forward. Her knees gave way, and she slumped on her hands and knees on the floor in front of me. "Bloody hell!!!" she gasped, her breathing ragged. "That was a big one! Wow! Bloody hell! Wow!" "Glad you enjoyed it!" I chuckled. "You taste fantastic, by the way!" I leant over to the table near the sofa and pulled some tissue from the tissue box. "Can't believe how wet you are!" Helen was soaking wet, her pussy hair matted with her sweet juices and above that, her beautiful bum hole, wet and glistening from my tonguing. "Shall I dry you up with this?" I asked. "Mmm. Yes, that would be very nice!" she murmured. She was well and truly post-orgasmic, and her speech was slightly slurred. She giggled at herself. "Wow! My legs are aching." I pulled another tissue out of the box; I didn't think one would be enough. I scrunched them up together and proceeded to mop her juices, moving up and down between her tumid pussy lips. The tissues were quickly saturated, so I pulled more out from the box and wiped until she was dry. Helen was still in a post-orgasmic stupor, and seemed unable to speak. She remained on her hands and knees as her breathing slowed to normal. I stared at her bottom, wishing I could take a picture. "Thank you." Helen said. She was about to get up. "Oo, hang on!" I placed a hand on her back, gently resisting her. "I better wipe here too!" With one hand gently pulling a cheek to one side, I pushed the tissue paper against her bum hole and wiped several times, whilst Helen buried her face in her arms and giggled bashfully. "That's a new one on me!" she said in between her giggles. "Feels nice. You can be my official bottom-wiper!" At this, she laughed heartily. I wondered how much I would enjoy that job. I decided I would do it for no pay at all. "You're on!" I said. My manhood decided that this would be a good time to harden again. I looked at the clock and cursed inwardly. I had to get going. I finished wiping Helen's fantastic bottom, noting a slight brown spot on the paper. I instinctively moved my tongue around my mouth, relishing the lingering taste. "All done!" I announced. "Thank you!" she chuckled. She slowly got up, turned around and kissed me quickly on the lips. "That was very nice!" We kissed again and then slowly finished dressing, both of us finding this a difficult task with wobbly, aching legs. I was suddenly overcome with awkwardness as I contemplated asking Helen whether we could do this again. I hugged her again, and before I opened the front door to leave, I took a deep breath and asked. "Umm. Helen, I was wondering." I swallowed hard. "Was this a, ummm, one off?" "How do you mean?" she asked. She shrugged shyly and moved close to me. "I mean, can we do this again? If it's ok, I mean." I said. "I would hope so!" she said. Relief poured over me. Helen seemed to be relieved too, a big smile lighting her face, but then she was suddenly serious. "Not sure about doing it here though. This is as much my husband's house as mine. How about we meet somewhere? In the countryside? Somewhere quiet and secluded?" She grinned and winked. "Fantastic!" I said. My earlier worries were allayed and I wanted to see Helen again as soon as possible. "I'll text you. Will it be before my next lesson?" "How about on the weekend? We can both think of suitable places and text each other?! I know one place we can go. I go walking there. It's very quiet, never see anyone there!" She looked at me, expectantly. "Ok!" I blurted in relief. "We'll go there! It is private, isn't it? I wouldn't want any interruption!" "Oh yes." She reassured. "I've actually ummm," she giggled "...played there, if you see what I mean!" She sniggered, wiggled one of her fingers in front of her face. "There's a big tree there. I've had several nice sessions with myself under that tree!!" "Wow!" I exclaimed as it dawned on me. I tried to picture my piano teacher masturbating under a tree. "Ok, we'll go there then." I kissed her and we hugged, though she was a little self-conscious about hugging near the door. "You never know who is looking!" she said. "See you then, naughty boy! Looking forward to more fun!" She winked at me. I waved as I walked down the path and Helen shut her door. I sauntered very slowly towards my car, partly out of necessity; I was totally spent. But I felt mellow and happy; happy at the thought of more fun with Helen, happy that we gave ourselves to one another so totally. I drove off and thought about the coming weekend and what we would get up to. I sniffed my finger and smiled, pouted my lips to smell Helen's lingering and wonderful scents. Music is definitely the food of love............. Ass Chronicles 04 It had been a while since my night with Pamela. Work got the better of both of us and we had exchanged only a few, non-committal text messages. I figured maybe Pam regarded our night together after the badminton tournament to be a one-off. I would have been OK with that. It would long remain fresh in my mind. Sheila had been out of town for a while too. I hadn't seen her at the club for a month. The last time I had hooked up with Sheila was a fine time though. We had engaged in gentle anal sex on the side of a mountain, overlooking a picturesque valley, lush with trees and a sparkling river twisting its way along the valley floor. I can still remember in great detail the feeling of her tight hole around my member, the sight of her bum cheeks, parted as she pushed her hips and bottom up whilst kneeling in front of me. After I had unloaded in Sheila's wonderful ass, I had lain on the floor as she had instructed, and with her crouching over me, I tongued her button. She lost her balance as her legs gave way to an intense climax, and for a glorious moment I was completely smothered by her wet womanhood. What was meant to be a nice afternoon walk with Sheila, had turned into another afternoon worshipping her bottom, which after 30 minutes of good hard walking had had a wonderfully funky scent and a very slippery crack. That was only the second time Sheila and I had engaged in anything other than surreptitious groping or a hasty sniff and lick of her superb ass. I never mentioned the fact that I knew of her and Pam. Not that Pam had sworn me to secrecy. It was 4.30, and I had just fixed the last of a bunch of laptops that had come in looking worse for the wear and running way too slow. Now, they at least looked like serviceable machines and were all cc'ed, defragged and fresh to go. I looked over to the first machine I had worked on and smiled wryly. It belonged to my line manager, Sally; not to be confused with my girlfriend. In her position, as head of department, one would have thought that she would use the internet and email resources responsibly. I chuckled again. I counted twenty references to porn sites on her laptop, mostly gay porn, and she had cleaned her history that morning, half an hour before she gave it to me to 'fix'. Her emails to someone called 'Dave' made very hot reading too. She obviously liked to experiment, and 'Dave' seemed to be a most obliging fellow. As I carefully stacked the laptops on the trolley by the door to my office cum workshop, the shrill tones of my mobile yelped at me from my jacket pocket. I reminded myself to change that damn ringtone. I retrieved it and looked at the display; it flashed the name Sheila in time to the ringtone. I quickly thumbed the answer button. "Hi!" I said with a little too much relief in my voice; I had started to worry that Sheila had forgotten me. "How are you? Nice to hear from you! Where've you been all my life?!" "Hello you! Nice to hear your voice too!" Though Sheila's voice was tinny and distant, I could still make out relief in her voice. "I'm really sorry I haven't called or messaged. I've been busy doing some translation jobs, living from hotel to hotel, you know! I gotta earn money! I've been working with some French bigwigs. Something to do with the government. Absolute pillocks if you ask me!" She laughed. "Wow. Listen to you! Sounds good though." I had forgotten Sheila was fluent in French. "So where are you now? Back home or what?" "I'm actually on the train. About an hour away from home, I reckon." I could just about make out faint clanks and the squeal of breaks, along with an announcement over a tannoy. "Have you been round at all? Sally ok?" "Yep. Been round a few times." A familiar pang of guilt swept over me. The last time I had been round to their house, Sally and I had had fantastic sex. Nothing dirty, just pure love-making, which for me was heightened by a trip beforehand to the toilet for some knicker sniffing. "She's fine." I could never quite get my head around how Sheila was ok with our situation whilst I was her daughter's partner. Sheila and Sally had a close relationship, and Sheila was a pretty over-protective mother. How did she rationalize all that we were doing? How did I do it? "Good show." Sheila said. "Anyway, look. A friend of mine has organized an evening of entertainment for us. I think it'll be pretty good!" "Ok. For us? Who's this friend then?" My mind went into fantasy overdrive. Could it be who I was hoping it would be? "Pamela. I think you know her, hmmmmm?!" Sheila giggled over the phone, though she had lowered her voice a little; conspiratorially or maybe she was within ear shot of other train passengers. For some reason my face turned bright red. I hunched over my desk and lowered my voice. "You mean she's told you?!" "Yes, of course she has!" she giggled again. "You're an arse addict, my man!" "Awww! I've been desperate to say something to you about it for ages, but didn't dare!" Sheila giggled louder. "Well, there we go! It's all out in the open now, eh!" In a lower voice, "Let's keep it between ourselves though!" "Sure. Yeah, I mean of course." Instinctively, I turned to check my office door was still closed. "So, what's this evening she's planned? I was beginning to think Pam maybe wanted to forget about what we did. I was beginning to think you were thinking the same about our, ummmm, thing!" "Oh no no no, far from it. Look, I've got to change trains. Can you be at Pam's house by 6.30?" I could hear a hustle in the background. She must have been rushing across a platform somewhere. "Yeah, sure." My heart was beating fast as I contemplated an evening with two women who loved having their asses loved. But then a mild panic came over me. "Shit! I don't even know where she lives!" "I'll text you the address! Calm down!" Sheila chuckled. I could hear muffled announcements echoing in the background. "Got to go sweetheart. See you 6.30!" "Ok, great! Great! See you later." I held my phone to my ear until I heard the click. I didn't put the phone back in my jacket pocket. I gripped it tightly, got up from my chair and paced up and down my room, the laptops and a boring day at work forgotten. Five long minutes went by as I paced and paced waiting for Shelia's text. An annoying melody and a flashing blue LED on my mobile signaled a text message. I thumbed it open and there was Pam's address. I almost jumped for joy. I returned all the laptops and left work in record time, with a spring in my step, a bulge in my trousers, and quizzical looks from my colleagues as I whistled a tune to the images of Pam and Sheila's bottoms flashing through my mind. I quick walked along the pavement and wondered why on earth I had never found out Pam's address, especially as it was only 15 minutes' walk away from my flat. How long had I known her, I asked myself! It was 6.15 and I was only a few minutes away. I contemplated slowing down; I figured it would appear a little too eager if I turned up too early. No, I thought, and kept the pace. I rounded a corner, and checked the street name. This was it. Number 63 was Pam's house. I walked a few more paces and saw the number 63 on the door of a very nice detached house, with large bay windows and a small but very well maintained, colourful front garden. The wooden blinds were down and closed in the windows. Teaching obviously pays well, I thought. I crunched up the short gravel path to the door. There was no doorbell as far as I could see, so I raised my hand to knock. The mind can play tricks when one is horny as heck, and just before I knocked, I wondered whether this was all a big joke, or whether I had imagined it all! I shook my head, chuckling to myself, and knocked lightly. My heart was beating fast and I had to clear my throat as I waited for what seemed an age. Eventually, I heard movement behind the door. The yale was unlocked and twisted, and the door opened, revealing Pamela wearing an oriental style wrap-cum-robe. "Hi!" Pam beamed at me. She reached out and squeezed my arm, moved aside and slightly behind the door to let me in. "Nice to see you again!" "Hi again! Sorry I'm a bit early." "That's fine, don't worry." said Pam as she hugged me tight. She closed the door behind her as I took in the sight of her robe wrapped loosely around her. It was very short, and barely came down below crotch level. Pam noticed my gaze and smiled demurely. "You like!" she giggled, tilting her head to one side and fluttering her eye-lashes. "I do. Very much!" I recalled Pam peeing in the bushes whilst I watched her from behind. I recalled the colour of her beautiful asshole, her smell, her taste. I recalled how it felt having my face wedged in her sweaty crevice. My cock was rock hard at the thought. I sat on the sofa and looked around her front room, tastefully decorated a pale yellow. Dotted around the walls were hangings, prints and paintings all in an oriental style that matched her loosely-tied robe. On the mantelpiece, underneath a large mirror, were two ornate glass jars which were full of potpourri, filling the room with a subtle perfume. Pam came to kneel down in front of me, leaning against the coffee table in the middle of the room. I had flashes of her dark bush as the robe rustled while she walked. As she knelt down, the robe parted, leaving her lush dark bush just in view, sprouting up in the crook of her thighs and trim belly. "So! How have you been?" She asked cheerfully. "Haven't seen you since, ummm, last time!" Her face reddened a little as she smiled self-consciously. "Hmmmmm!". My vivid recollections of Pam's arse and pussy, especially her scent, once again flooded my mind. I was hoping to be able to love her bottom again, preferably tonight. Preferably now. "I've been fine, thanks. Thought you'd forgotten about me!" "No!" Pam gave an apologetic shrug and shake of her head. "How could I ever forget! It was superb. Naughty, but superb!" She paused, recalling our adventure in the bushes. "Hmmm! No, I've been so busy. They sent me on a course. After all these years I've been teaching they send me on a course run by people young enough to be, I don't know....too young anyway. What can they teach someone who's had way more teaching experience than all of them put together?" She gave a wry laugh. "Anyway, I didn't have time to text anyone. Not even Sheila!" There was a pregnant pause as she looked me in the eye, waiting for a response. "Oh well." I said, avoiding the unspoken question. I sat up on the edge of the sofa. "You're back now. That's good!" "Mhmm." She looked a little embarrassed, and fell silent for a moment, but kept her eyes on mine. "So, you're not bothered about me and Sheila having a little fun?" "No. No, not at all!" It had been in my thoughts ever since I had found out, and had been the mainstay subject of my fantasies. "I'm a modern guy, y'know!" Pam laughed, a look of relief on her face. She visibly relaxed. I wasn't sure why she would think it would have bothered me. If only she knew how much pleasure that fantasy had given me. "Well," she said with an almost imperceptible shrug of her shoulders. "We're not a serious 'item' I suppose. We're just enjoying some, you know," she raised her eyebrows suggestively. "I wish I knew every detail!" "I bet you do!" Pam said, slapping my knee playfully. "Sheila should be here any minute. I hope so because we've got to get going!" Pam looked at the clock on the mantelpiece. "So, where are we going then?" I asked, excitedly drumming my palms on my knees. I had been trying to guess what Pam had planned for us, and desperately hoped it was something that would involve my face being in very close proximity to Pam and Sheila's nether regions. "All in good time!" Pam playfully wagged her finger at me. She got up, momentarily exposing her luscious pussy, which seemed to be already blossoming like a moist pink rose through her glossy bush. "Listen, I've not freshened up or anything...." She hesitated. "Ok," I said, slowly. Another vivid flash back to our time in the bushes, the wonderful aroma and taste of her slippery bum hole, shot into my mind. "Well, that's ok. Umm, fine by me!" "Ok. Fine by me too! Umm.....Do you want to check it first?" she gestured at her barely covered bottom. "Might be too smelly...." For a moment I hesitated as my heart missed a beat. "Yeah sure! You want me to sniff it?" Even after what we had done together, albeit just the once, I needed to be sure! "If you could. If it's ok and not too much for you, I'll just get dressed and ummmmm.... won't freshen up." Pam shrugged, trying her best to be casual, but I could tell her heart was beating as hard as mine. "I think Sheila will like it, if you like it!" "Ok! Fine!" My dick was trying to jump out of my trousers. As she turned around, lifted her robe and bent over, she explained that my exploits with her and Sheila had led to them experimenting with bottom related pleasures. It seemed they both had a real liking for it. I put my hands on her warm buttocks and stared at her arse whilst she recalled a 'nice looking' woman on the course she had been on. Pam had spent quite a bit of her time staring at her arse, apparently then accepting that 'she must have a major ass fetish'. "So," she said "I guess I've got a thing about bums too!" "Well, that makes two of us!" I said. We fell silent then, and I took that as my cue to check Pam's bum. Moving my face close, I squeezed Pam's bum cheeks, pushing them together and running my nose up and down the long slit of her cleft. I took long sniffs, but with her perfect bum cleft squeezed closed, there was only a muted scent. Then, I moved my hands apart to part her soft, white globes and when I set eyes on her shiny brown hole, surrounded by a diffuse ring of soft hairs, I could have cried. After our adventures in the bushes and back at the hotel, I thought that I would never again set eyes on Pam's most intimate of places. But now, here it was again, inches from my nose. I pushed my nose between her buttocks, up hard against her asshole, and as she let out a quick, soft moan, I took several long sniffs. The warmth of her cleft made my dick throb within the confines of my boxer shorts. Once again, her smell was perfect, though not as strong as the last time I had sampled her dirty, musky scent. To be fair, she had been at work all day, and then played a few sweaty games of badminton. I recalled my hands shaking, and being so hesitant whilst we were hidden in those bushes; a combination of being pleasantly shocked at the sudden intimacy, and of not being sure whether Pam would like what I wanted to do, especially sniffing her ass. This time, there was no hesitation from either of us. "How does it smell?" she asked. "Fantastic!" I really wanted to keep my nose wedged between her warm cheeks, but much to my chagrin, there was a knock at the front door. "Oo, that'll be Sheila, I hope." Pam straightened up. Her robe fell back in to place, barely covering her bottom. As she walked to the front door, I watched her buttocks move beneath the thin material of her robe. I squeezed my manhood through my jeans, already wanting desperately to cum as Pam's smell lingered on my nose and cheeks. Pam opened the door, keeping herself out of view from prying eyes outside. It was indeed Sheila. After some excited pleasantries, Sheila walked in and let her hand bag drop to the floor, next to a neat row of shoes underneath a small coat rack. She was wearing a dark blue skirt and jacket with a cream blouse, unbuttoned a little further than she would have at work, I guessed. She hugged Pam after the door was closed, and was about to kiss her until she noticed me sitting on the sofa. She gave me an embarrassed grin before they drew apart self-consciously. "Don't mind me!" I held my hands up and smirked. I wondered whether I would cum on the spot seeing Pam and Sheila kissing. They smiled at each other, shrugged shoulders and kissed. Luckily I didn't cum, but even though it was a short kiss, it was all I could do to stop myself unzipping and masturbating. They nattered away, catching up on things. As I watched, I realised that they made a very nice couple. The thought of watching them make love made my cock painfully hard, especially now I knew they engaged in ass loving. A frown played over my brow; what if they didn't want me to watch? After all, they were initially embarrassed about kissing in front of me. I quickly put that thought out of my mind. Sheila breezed across to the sofa and gave me a warm hug. I recognised the subtle perfume she was wearing, the scent similar to that of all her hand and face creams, shampoos and the like. My subconscious had long associated that scent with the lovely sight of Sheila's naked bottom. "How are you? It's been too long!" she said with feigned, comic drama. Pam came to sit on the coffee table, not bothering to keep her knees together. Sheila turned her attention back to Pam, while I stared longingly at Pam's bare crotch. "So what have you got planned for this evening?" "Well!" Pam paused dramatically. "Tonight, my darlings, we are going to a dance! That is all I am saying!" The split second of silence and puzzled glances that followed was almost comical. "Oh. Ok." Sheila looked bemused. "That's all I'm saying!" Pam said, holding her hands up in mock defiance. I looked between the two of them. Sheila seemed to recognise that Pam had something up her sleeve. She obviously knew Pam better than I did. Pam got up and gave us both a wink and a mischievous smile. "I'm going to get dressed. Something loose, I think! Sheila, honey, you can stay as you are, except...." Pam looked her up and down. "Except, lose the tights and knickers. Let's go commando!" She chuckled at Sheila's mild surprise, and started to leave. She stopped. "Oh and one more thing honey. I'm not freshening up. According to our man, here," she looked at me, eyes glinting wickedly, "my bum smells good! You better let him sniff yours to check if you need to wash! I have a feeling it'll be fine as is!" With that, she waltzed out of the room and dashed upstairs, leaving Sheila and I looking at each other in silence. "A dance?!" I said, and chuckled, shaking my head. "Mmmm. Commando it is! Will you sniff and check? I've been sat on a hot train all afternoon, mind! Let me get my tights and pants off." I nodded, mute as I watched Sheila. She pulled her skirt up high and slowly peeled off her dark tights. She stepped out of them and lifted her skirt again to slip off her panties. I realised that I would never get bored of seeing Sheila's naked bottom. She came up next to me, brushing her hand on my shoulder, and knelt on the edge of the sofa, arching her back and pushing her bum in the air. "Give it a sniff then sweetheart!" She wiggled her bottom from side to side. I slid off the edge of the sofa on to my knees directly behind Sheila. Her skirt was still covering her bum, but her pussy peeped out just under the hem, her full and luscious lips a deep pink slot within her soft bush. I swiftly lifted it and was welcomed by the now familiar sight of Sheila's ass, cheeks parted to show off her brown hole, puckered and pouting at the very centre. I palmed her cheeks further apart with my hands, watching with fascination as her poop hole stretched, showing pink at its centre. Her buttocks were hot and soft to the touch, a slight curved indentation on her skin marking out her panty line. With my thumbs I parted the outer lips of her pussy to reveal her moist pink inner lips. Her juices were already starting to flow and her clitoris was pushing through its little hood, a soft pink button waiting to be pressed in to action. Ass Chronicles 04 I moved close to her butt and buried my face between her cheeks, my nose against her hot, slick bum hole, and sniffed long and deep. Her aroma was indeed very strong and instantly my nose was covered in her scent. I sniffed more, moving down towards her pussy, moistening labia brushing my lips, then nose. Her pussy smelled good too, a heady mix of all the liquids that a pussy can ooze. I moved back up to her asshole. I licked at it, lapping like a dog. Sheila's taste was as good as ever, a dirty and musky bite on my tongue. Sheila let out a long soft sigh as I circled my tongue over her stretched poop hole, paying special attention the pouting pink pucker at the centre. "I'll never get bored of this." she said, echoing my thoughts exactly. "Mmmm." I licked harder, feeling her puckered asshole slip and slide underneath my tongue. I sniffed more, never wanting to stop. This was the muskiest Sheila had ever been. Instinctively, I pulled away as Pamela descended the stairs, her footsteps quick and soft. Sheila remained where she was as Pam popped her head around the lounge door. "All ok then?" she asked, a lustful grin on her face. "Absolutely fine!" I said. I was aware of a combination of Pam and Sheila's aromas on my nose, and wondered if things could ever get better than this. Pam sidled into the room and looked at Sheila, still ass in the air on the sofa. Pam kneeled down next to me. She was now wearing a loose dark skirt and white top, along with a subdued perfume. Pam put her hands on Sheila's bottom, and slowly moved her head closer to Sheila's ass whilst looking at me, wide eyed and grinning. She turned her head at the last moment, and eventually had her nose wedged between Sheila's buttocks. She sniffed. I could have cum there and then. "Wow. Nice!" Pam said, her voice muffled between Sheila's buttocks. She pulled away and planted a long loving kiss on Sheila's butthole, making her giggle like a naughty school girl. "Now see what you've started!" Pam laughed, poking me in the side. She gave me a quick peck on the lips. Pam playfully smacked Sheila's buttock and promptly got up, paced over to the coat rack and donned a light jacket. "Come on! We need to get going!" Sheila got up from the sofa, straightened herself out and gave me a sly wink. "I'm hoping there'll be more of that at some point!" she said quietly, keeping her eyes on Pam, who was busy rummaging around in the pockets of her jacket for her keys. "Me too!" I whispered. "Better get this dance thing out of the way first!" she said, rolling her eyes. "I never knew Pam liked dance!" We filed out, waiting next to Pam's little red car as she locked her front door. "Right!" Pam said. "Let's go!" It turned out the dance show was taking place at the Grand Theatre in town, a large art deco style building that used to be a cinema. Pam new the theatre well as she was a member of the am-dram society; something else I never knew about Pam. She seemed to be driving with a purpose, several times playing the amber gambler at traffic lights. "What time does this show start, sweetheart?" asked Sheila. She was sat in the passenger seat, in front with Pam. I was a gentleman, volunteering to sit in the back. That way, neither of them could see me massaging my aching cock. Not that they would have minded. "Seven thirty." answered Pam, thankfully keeping her eyes on the road as she floored the accelerator along the road towards town. "It's an amateur dance company. I know someone who dances there." "Ah, right." Sheila said, clearly still wondering why Pam would take us to a dance. "It's just that you're driving like a formula one driver! There's no rush, you know!" "Well, we need to get there early to....ummm....get our seats, you know...." Pam said. She checked the rear-view mirror before taking a bend a little too quickly. Now I was getting suspicious. "Right." I said, raising my voice slightly over the road noise as Pam gunned the car out of the bend. I leant forward between the front seats. "You're not going to make us dance, are you?!" Sheila laughed nervously and looked across at Pam. There was a long pause before Pam laughed out loud, momentarily veering a little too close to the curb. "Blimey, no! What kind of person do you think I am?" Pam giggled to herself, shaking her head. "Just wait and see. We are definitely going to be watching and not dancing, ok! Now, no more questions!" Sheila and I exchanged a glance and relaxed, though it was hard to relax completely whilst sat in a car that was traveling way above the speed limits. These seats must be first come, first served, I figured. We arrived at the theatre 45 minutes before doors. As we walked towards the theatre's brighly lit entrance, all glass and shiny chrome, I stared at Pam and Sheila walking ahead of me. Watching their bottoms moving freely underneath their skirts, free from the constraints of any knickers or tights, was hypnotic. I wondered why Pam insisted on going commando. The sheer thrill of it? I certainly found it thrilling. Pam was walking at a fair old pace and as we drew near to the ornate entrance, Sheila dropped back to walk along side me. "Blimey, she's eager!" she said, slightly out of breath. "Oh, where's she going now?" I looked up to see Pam standing in front of a smaller door to the side of the main entrance. Above this door was a weather-beaten sign, lit by two dim lamps mounted on ornate iron brackets. "Artist's entrance. Why are we going in this way? Is the main door locked?" I asked, as we came alongside Pam. "No," Pam replied. "But we need to get in early! And I know a short-cut. Come on!" Pam ushered us through the artist's entrance, locking the door behind us with a key which was one of a huge bunch. "Perks of being a member here!" she said, jangling the bunch of keys. We stepped in to a rather shabby looking corridor lit by two dim lights on a low ceiling. As we walked along the long corridor I noticed old conduits snaking along the walls at head height, all perfectly level and straight. At regular intervals, the conduit would tee off, up into the ceiling and beyond. There was a faint smell of stage smoke and the muffled sounds of loud, rhythmic music. Images of scantily clad dancers gyrating to an incessant rhythm flooded my mind. I figured the evening may well be not so bad. We stopped at the end of the corridor just before another door on the right. The sound of the brash and rhythmic-heavy music was now much louder. "We're near the stage now!" Pam called, excitement rising in her voice. "But we need to go up here!" She pointed to a ladder that climbed up to a door half way up the wall, the corridor ceiling now two, maybe three stories high. Sheila and I looked at each other and then at Pam. "Dont look so worried!" Pam reassured. "Come on, let's climb up. Not scared of heights are you? I'll go first, I need to unlock that door." As she started to climb up, both Sheila and I instinctively looked up to watch Pam climb the ladder. The light was too dim for either of us to see far enough up Pam's skirt. "Mmm!" Sheila breathed, nudging me and winking. "Now that's a nice sight. Can't help but think it would've been easier to go through the front, though!" "Yeah....I'm really confused now! Why commando? Not that I'm complaining!" Sheila giggled, shrugged and started to climb up. Pam was out of sight. I wondered where the heck we were going as I began the climb. I playfully squeezed Sheila's bottom on the way up with an outstretched hand. She yelped and giggled, swatting my hand away. Eventually we were up and through the bizarre half-way-up-a-wall door. It was too dark to see beyond Pam and Sheila as they waited for me to cross the threshold. Pam shut the door quietly and locked it, and suddenly we were plunged in near total darkness. Pam ushered us slowly forward, before flicking a switch on the wall. A light a few feet above us lazily fizzed into life, and lit another corridor that stretched before us, away from the stage. Pam led the way, walking briskly, whilst the music from the stage died down behind us. Then, Pam stopped outside a door on the left. "Right!" she said, gleefully. "Here we are! Ringside seats!" She turned serious, lowering her voice. "We do have to be quiet, though. Ok? Promise?" Sheila and I nodded. I was still confused. Surely for any 'show', one needs to be quiet. Pam quietly unlocked the door, taking care not to jangle the bunch of keys. She ushered us through into complete darkness. She locked the door behind us and gently coaxed us forward. I found the walls either side of me, and walked forward slowly, feeling my way along. The walls were covered by what felt like large, heavy velvet drapes. As we shuffled our way forward, I noticed a dim light ahead of us. In this new found light I saw that we were walking along a semi-circular walkway. On both sides the walls were indeed covered by huge thick black drapes, soft and velvety to the touch. As we continued I realised the dim light was emanating from the left side, through a gap in the drapes. Pam stopped us. "Here we are then!" she whispered. "I put some big cushions down here," she pointed to three large dark blobs on the floor, barely visible in the dim, ghostly light, "It'll be nice and comfy for us, whilst we....ummm....." She pointed to where the light was coming from. Two of the large drapes weren't quite closed, and behind the drapes were what looked like mobile notice boards, stacked one on the other, two high. Between these was a gap of a few inches, through which the light was coming. Pam encouraged myself and Sheila to look through the gap. We knelt down and peeked through. I could see a medium sized and brightly lit open space, and realised that the whole space was circular in shape, the 'walls' of which were mobile notice boards, connected together in a large circle, thus forming a cordoned off circular room within a room. The only gap in the circle was off to the right. The entrance to this space, I presumed. Around the edge of the makeshift room were grey plastic chairs and in the centre were several large holdalls and a rack for coats. Sheila turned around and moved close to Pam who had knelt down on one of the cushions. "What's this then?" whispered Sheila. "Is this where the dance is going on? Shouldn't we be out there, sitting on the chairs?" She paused. "Oh, I get it. We won't have to pay for tickets? Is that it? You skinflint!" Pam giggled, and put her finger to her lips. "Keep watching!" she whispered, and moved herself and her cushion forwards so that she could look through the gap with us. Sheila and I kept watching. Then, just as I thought nothing was going to happen, I heard a door open, somewhere off to the right. I sat back quickly and panicked. "Shit! Should we be here?" I whispered. "It's fine!" Pam whispered faintly. "Keep watching!" She moved back a little whilst Sheila and I looked through the gap. I could hear lots of excited talking and footsteps up an unseen staircase. Then, I saw first one, then two, then a large group of women filing in to the space. They chattered away, throwing various sports bags and holdalls on to the chairs around the edge of the room. One of the women threw her bag on to a chair that was only a matter of feet away from where the three of us were, hidden behind the notice boards. I felt Pam's hand on the bottom, moving forward until she was massaging my balls through my trousers. She leant forward between Sheila and I so that her head was close to both of ours. "See!" she whispered, her breath hot on my ear. "Ringside seats. This is the changing area for all the women dancing tonight. Cool, eh!" "Wow!" whispered Sheila. "Wow!" "Wow!" I echoed quietly. Finally, it all dawned on me. An evening of voyeuristic delight. "But, we're not going to get caught, are we? What if someone comes up that ladder and through that door? Have we got some sort of escape route?" I recalled how I had felt when Sheila had caught me with her dirty panties. "Aha!" She held up the bunch of keys she had used to unlock the doors. "This is the only set for up here!" Pam was whispering so quietly that Sheila and I struggled to hear her over the chattering from beyond the drapes and notice-board perimeter. "I was responsible for getting this changing room sorted. So, I have the keys! And, we have a good angle of view from here!" There were large smiles on Sheila's and Pam's faces, their teeth and eyes sparkling in the dim light. I realised then that this was going to be a very fine night. "Three way kiss!" whispered Sheila. She gently pulled me and Pam in close, and the three of us kissed in a triangle. We broke from our three way kiss as we heard another female voice in the changing space beyond the drapes and make-shift barriers. This was an authoritative voice, one that didn't stand any messing. "Right ladies!" she barked. "Time to get a move on. Get changed for the first number, and start limbering up. After that, those of you involved in the Chicago number, come and see me. Chop chop!" A harsh clap of hands. Next to me I heard Pam giggling under her breath. "That'll be Miss Sharon, the dance teacher!" she whispered. "None of the dancers can be younger than, ooo, 22, but she still talks to them like she's in school!!" I heard Sheila giggle quietly as we all settled on the cushions whilst watching the 'show'. I stared through the gap into the changing area. My cock was starting to ache from its prolonged tumescence. Inside, all the women were getting changed out of their outdoor clothes. Those in comfy slacks were the first to bare their semi-naked bottoms, all of them wearing G-strings or thongs. As they bent down to retrieve various costumes from their bags, I spied some very hairy pussies, bushes so thick that the crotch of their skimpy G-strings was over-run with tight, curly pubic hair, some dark and some lighter in colour. "Wow. This is a fantastic idea." I whispered to Pam. I turned to look at her and realised, with an extra pump of blood to my aching cock, that she had pulled her skirt up, holding it tight around her waist as she rubbed her pussy with her other hand. Pam nodded her agreement, a big smile on her face as she concentrated on the sights beyond our spy-den. I leant back to look across at Sheila, and she too was masturbating, skirt pulled up around her waist. Now I realised why Pam was so set on going commando. In the dim light I could see their buttocks, an almost luminous creamy white, gently undulating as they ground their pussies against flicking fingers. Pam broke away from the sights and sounds through the gap, and whispered in my ear. "You can take your trousers off and play. It's fine, we won't get caught." "Ok." I whispered back. My heart was beating fast, and I needed to do something about my near painful erection. I moved close to Pam's ear. "Can I play down here too?" I touched her bottom, stroking my middle finger down her cleft towards her bum hole. "Yeah, 'course!" she whispered back, pecking me on the cheek. I took my shoes, trousers and boxers off. I took another look across at Pam and Sheila kneeling on the soft, plush cushions, both slowly and quietly masturbating. I wondered whether they had done anything like this before. Certainly, Sheila took to this situation very quickly. I decided to look through the gap for a little longer, and then spend as much time loving their smelly bums. As I knelt, I slowly rubbed my manhood. A noise close to my left and on the other side of the barriers made me twist a little, dipping my head to get a better angle of view through the gap in the notice boards. The girl who had thrown her bag on the chair nearest to me was getting changed. With a jolt, I saw a completely naked bottom, side on. Her skin colour was a dark olive and she was close enough for me to make out goose bumps on her very well-toned buttocks. "It's bloody cold in here!" she shouted. I just about heard a mild retort from Miss Sharon. For a split second, our olive skinned girl turned her back on us and quickly bent down before slipping on skin tight cycling shorts. In that split second I was able to see a well-trimmed pussy and a dark bum cleft. I pumped my cock a little harder, wishing that this toned beauty had spent a little longer bent over. I felt Pam lean against me. "We should've brought a camera, eh!" she whispered. I smiled and slowed my hand down, not wanting to spend myself too quickly. Back in the changing room all the dancers were ready, all wearing tight cycle shorts. Our olive beauty walked over to the gaggling group of dancers away to our right. Gradually, they left the room and I could make out the music stepping up in volume. With nothing to see for the time being, I pulled away from our spy slot and turned to look at Pam and Sheila. I nearly shouted out with joy when I realised that they were engaged in an amorous kiss, tongues searching and hands squeezing soft buttocks. I moved round behind them to lay on my side with my face close to Sheila's butt. I kissed and licked her buttock as my nose circled around her ass cleft. I heard Sheila moan as I pressed my nose against her hot and sticky butt hole, sniffing her strong scent. I moved my kisses to her puckered anus finding it immediately despite not being able to see in the dim light. Her dirty smell once again covered my mouth and her bitter taste assaulted my willing tongue. I felt a firm hand on my hip as Pam pushed against me, rolling me onto my back. She quietly straddled me and guided my throbbing member to her sopping wet pussy whilst she parted her labia with her fingers. I felt my penis slip in to her easily as she let her full weight bear down on me, impaling herself fully on my cock. She began a slow, sexy grind with her hips and I sighed contentedly as I felt the tip of my cock rub against the soft neck of her cervix. I placed a hand on her thigh, feeling the muscles tensing and relaxing as she moved. Pam let go of her skirt that she had kept tight around her waist, and I felt the soft material fall around her and on to my stomach. She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off whilst her hips moved silently. She reached across to pull a bra strap off her shoulder, doing the same with the other, and then pulling the cups down and away from her breasts. The dim light from our spy slot cast a diffuse band across her breasts, turning them into lambent globes with stark brown nipples poking forward. She slowly let herself tilt backwards, reaching back to prop herself with her hands on my ankles. She moved her hips faster, up and down, angling my cock towards the ridged and firm flesh near her g-spot. My sensitized glans was almost overwhelmed as she moved her hips faster and faster. Sheila twisted around to watch us, openly rubbing her crotch. She got up quickly and slipped out of her skirt, letting it fall to the floor close to my head, a faint scent of fabric conditioner wafting over me. She stood over me, positioning her crotch immediately above my face, and then slowly crouched down, knees apart, until her pussy was over my mouth. I pointed my tongue up, not quite reaching her sticky folds. I reached up between her legs and gently tugged her blouse. She lowered herself further until I was able to penetrate her pussy with my tongue. I lapped at her tangy pussy as she gyrated her hips back and forth, her clitoris hard and erect, and her labia soft, slippery and swollen. In the silence, I could hear Pam and Sheila kissing, and the rhythmic sound of skin rubbing on skin as Pam continued her hip-shake. Sheila moved forward a little until her asshole was directly above my pointed tongue. I circled it around her dirty anus feeling her soft anal hairs brushing my tongue. She gyrated faster as she started to play with her pussy, her fingers flicking against my chin. The combination of the scent of Sheila's ass and Pam grinding my cock was intoxicating. I met Pam's downward movements with short thrusts from my hips, grinding my glans against her sweet-spot. Ass Chronicles 04 Sheila let her weight bear down on me. As she bore down on me, I felt my tongue push through her anal opening as she let out a soft moan, muffled by Pam's mouth; my tongue had never been so deep inside her ass. She started to shake up and down on my tongue until she came, juices covering my chin whilst her tensed asshole popped my tongue out of her ass. Sheila remained still for a few seconds while Pam and I kept moving against each other. Sheila twisted around and off my face, leaning down to kiss me. "Wow. That was nice!" she whispered. "Was that ok? Your tongue must be aching now!" "You know full well how much I love your ass!" I breathed. Pam slowed her grind down until she stopped. In the dimness I could see her cocking her head to one side. "The music's stopped. There's some applause." She whispered. She got off me, leaving my hard cock, slick with her juices, to flop back on to my stomach. "We'll carry on in a bit." She leant forward, giving me a peck on the lips. Almost as one, the three of us were back at the gap in the notice boards, this time with me in the middle. We rubbed ourselves, and waited for the sound of the unseen door opening and the dancers coming back to get changed. The changing room was suddenly full of noise; nattering dancers congratulating each other on a great show opener, a few jokes about great looking asses in tight shorts; I couldn't have agreed more. The cycle shorts came off quickly, giving the three of us some very nice views of thonged and well-toned bottoms. There was so much movement, so many of the dancers bending down to retrieve items of clothing from their bags, some stretching or sitting down on their chairs, others rushing around for apparently no reason; I didn't know where to look. I would catch quick glimpses of hirsute pussy, naked buttocks, firm breasts and lots of well-toned legs. But our olive skinned beauty was nowhere to be seen. "Where's our Miss Sharon?" Sheila whispered in my ear. She glanced down at my hand working my prick, still slick with Pam's juices, and nuzzled herself close. She put a hand against my ass, moving it up and down my crack, whilst with the other she reached under at the front to massage my balls. "Everything ok?" Pam whispered across to Sheila and me. We both nodded and winked at Pam. As Sheila massaged my ass and balls, I reached across and behind Pam, and lightly rubbed her bum hole with a finger. The delicate skin of her anus was warm and slippery to the touch. The noise in the changing room gradually reduced as the dancers, now clothed in leotards and high heels, filed out and down the stairs. The noise from front of house briefly found its way through the open door at the bottom of the stairs, cutting off sharply as it closed. I was ready to turn my attention back to Pam's ass, when we heard footsteps up the unseen stairs to the changing area. There were voices too. "That was a fantastic solo, Amarah." Miss Sharon's voice, sounding rather more seductive. "Thanks!" Our olive skinned beauty, I realised, as they walked in. She had a certain lilt to her voice which I couldn't quite place. Amarah, I thought. Sexy name. And a sexy girl too, I realised, now that I could see her properly. She had beautiful, delicate features and looked of Asian origin. Her figure was slim and her hair was long, loosely waved and a deep dark brown, almost black. She seemed to float rather than walk. They were now in the center of the changing room, facing each other. Then, suddenly, they kissed, directly in our line of sight. It was no ordinary peck on the lips, rather, a desperate kiss, full of lust and want. My hand moved quicker around my member as Sheila began rubbing both her pussy and my ass with more vigor. Pam was speedily grinding her pussy against her fingers. I kept my hand still on Pam's ass, and as she thrust her hips back and forth, my middle finger slipped against her slick asshole, up to the top of ass crack, and back again. "We've got about six minutes alone, Amarah." Miss Sharon's breathing was ragged with lust. Amarah rushed towards her seat, and towards the three of us peeking through the gap. Instinctively, we dipped down as she came near. I heard Amarah rummage around in her bag before rushing back to Miss Sharon. Pam, Sheila and I carefully raised ourselves back up to our spy gap, eager to see how this surprise turn of events would unfold. There was a scrape on the floor as Miss Sharon pulled two chairs together. To our collective and pleasant surprise, Amarah was now replete with a large green strap-on dildo, held to her with thick black elastic and flopping about lazily against her thighs. Pam and Sheila both let out soft groans of approval as Miss Sharon turned her back on Amarah, knelt one knee on each chair and quickly pulled her jogging pants down far enough to expose a nice round bottom. Our view of this sexy scene was just about from the side, Miss Sharon facing towards us a little. Amarah's face was a picture of concentration laced with lust as she guided the dildo into Miss Sharon. I couldn't tell where Amarah had inserted her green toy, but it looked wonderful from where we were, though I must admit to feeling a slight pang of envy on seeing the size of the dildo. Pam had stopped grinding against her fingers. I quickly glanced down to the side of me to see Pam's hand moving quickly and silently against her pussy. As I turned back to the impromptu 'show' in the changing room, I pressed a finger against Pam's bum hole, pushing slowly until the end of my finger popped her muscle. Her anus pulsed, squeezing tight around my finger as I probed deep inside her gorgeous, slippery ass. Meanwhile, Amarah was pumping the entire length of her green toy in and out of Miss Sharon, with a speed and deftness that must have been borne out of experience. All of her movement came from her hips; a tremendously sexy sight. "Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck, that's good!" moaned Miss Sharon. For a while, they said nothing. Amarah concentrated on thrusting her dildo in and out of Miss Sharon. All was silent except for their ragged breathing and the chairs that Miss Sharon knelt on squeaking in sympathy to Amarah's powerful thrusts. Amarah's hips and Miss Sharon's bottom beat out a sexy, regular rhythm of their own in the empty changing room. "I love you, Sharon!" gasped Amarah. The fucking she was giving Sharon was taking it out of her. Amarahs stomach muscles stood out firm on her exposed midriff as her small, but perfectly formed breasts heaved under her tight top. "I love you too, babe! And I think I'm cumming! Fuck, aaahhhhh!!!" With a strange keening moan, rising in pitch, Sharon shuddered uncontrollably as she came, her back arching spasmodically until her orgasm subsided. Amarah pulled her large green toy from Sharon and knelt down immediately, jamming her mouth to Sharon's nether regions. Sharon moaned as her younger, more attractive dildo wielding lover used her mouth. "I love it when you do that." Sharon moaned. "No one else has ever done that to my arse!" At that moment, Pam came hard. I turned to look at her as she closed her eyes shut and pursed her lips tight as she stifled her own moan. Her bum hole closed even tighter around my finger, and then relaxed. I slowly pulled it out from the warmth of her bottom. Sheila leant in to me. "Shit!" she whispered, grinning at me, wide-eyed. "That was an unexpected bonus, eh!" I nodded in agreement. "Wasn't expecting that!" I whispered back. "Pam obviously enjoyed it!" I turned my attention back to the changing room. Amarah had got back to her feet and was wiping the green dildo with some tissue. Sharon got off the chair, stood up groggily and gave Amarah a loving mellow kiss. "Your turn next! A few more dances." Sharon said. Amarah raised her eyebrows suggestively at Sharon, and smiled wickedly. "I want it harder than last time, yes?!" "You got it!" affirmed Sharon. She patted Amarah playfully on the bum as the olive-skinned beauty walked towards us to her chair, the green dildo flopping about lazily, a semi-erect green phallus. The three of us dipped down out of sight again, and waited for Amarah and Sharon to leave. We heard a few twangs of elastic as Amarah removed her artificial dick, followed by the sounds of rummaging in her bag. The door at the bottom of the unseen stairs closed. There was silence, but I could feel Amarah's presence, just the other side of the barriers. Then, on the edge of my hearing, I made out a regular wet rhythmic sound. I looked at Pam and Sheila, who were just as curious. Slowly we moved ourselves up to our spy gap. We could see Amarah's right shoulder, her long lustrous hair hiding her face from us. The muscles in her shoulder and the top of her right arm were moving, and moving in time to the soft squelching noises. A soft moan from Amarah confirmed what us three spies were thinking. She was rubbing herself, horny after seeing to Miss Sharon, but without her own release. Now, she had sated her needs. With a stifled moan, she came, just as the door at the bottom of the stairs opened, and the front of house noises came wafting up the staircase. Amarah moved quickly, straightening herself out before the gaggle of dancers reached the top of the stairs. "How did it go?!" Amarah asked, now recovered and getting changed. "Fine!" a cheerful voice called back. Then, Pam, Sheila and I were bombarded with the sight of many bare bottoms and breasts as the dancers went through yet another change of clothes, and out for the next dance. Now, there was silence, and the three of us took a moment to recover. Sheila and I congratulated Pam on what was turning out to be a fantastic night out. "Did you know that those two were doing stuff together?" Sheila asked Pam. We were now sitting cross-legged in a tight circle on our plush cushions, hands on each other's knees and thighs, slowly massaging. We felt safe enough to speak above whispering, now that we were sure the changing room was empty. "Well, I had an inkling." Pam was still recovering from what must have been a sumptuous orgasm. "They're both part of the am-dram society, and I reckon most of us there think there's something going on between them. I didn't think we'd get a show like though!" "Blimey, no!" I said. I was acutely aware that I was still achingly rigid. "Not sure I can hold off much longer!" "You still haven't come yet!" Sheila chuckled, incredulous. "Come as many times as you can, sweetheart!" Sheila gave me a knowing wink and moved close to Pam, embracing her and giving her a quick kiss on her cheek. She then turned around and knelt on all fours in front of Pam, offering her shapely arse. Despite her post-orgasmic stupor, Pam wasted no time. She got herself into position behind Sheila and lowered her face to Sheila's ass. She sniffed and licked as Sheila let out a long and contented sigh. I moved closer and put my hands on Sheila's warm buttocks, parting them to give Pam better access. In the anechoic silence inside our spy den, the sounds of Pam's tongue exploring Shelia's crevice were stark. My fantasy of finally seeing these two women love each other's asses was happening right in front of me. I moved around the back of Pam, and massaged her buttocks, soft and warm, and covered with a light sheen of perspiration. She answered my touch by pushing her bum higher in the air. In the dim light I could just make out her parted ass cheeks, her crevice a dark and hot valley waiting to be explored. I slowly ran my finger down from the top of her ass crack down to her anus, feeling her slickness. I leant forward and pushed my nose against her dirty hole, breathing in her heavy scent, letting the heat and dampness of her smooth crevice cover my face. I used my tongue, pushing it against her asshole, partly pushing through its pursed tightness. My cock was hurting, I needed some release, and I yearned to feel Pam's hot bottom hole squeezing my cock. The door at the bottom of the stairs up to the changing room opened, the tell-tale sound from front of house wafting up towards us. The dancers were back and the noise levels up. Sheila and Pam lifted themselves up, shuffled onto their cushions and kneeled down in front of the spy gap. I was at the stage where I didn't care for spying. I wanted to love Pam's beautiful backside. I put a hand on Pam and Sheila's hips and gently coaxed them to move up close to each other. I kneeled directly behind Pam and leant forward to whisper in her ear. "Is it ok if I put something up here?" I rubbed her anus with a finger. She looked back at me, winked and nodded, moving her knees backwards and pushing her bum up towards me. I palmed her cheeks apart and quickly sniffed, loving her scent. I lavishly licked her smelly hole until it was wet and slippery with my saliva, slipped a finger up, moving it in and out as her brown ring relaxed around my finger. She pushed herself back against my gentle thrusts until my finger was deep inside her ass, the walls of her rectum soft and warm. I straightened up and holding my cock firmly, felt around her crevice for her asshole. Target acquired, I pressed the end of my cock against the pucker of her poop hole, gradually increasing the pressure until I felt her ring surrender and give way, popping open as my glans pushed it's way in. I held myself for a moment, reveling in the feeling of her anus squeezing my cock head. She reached around with one hand to pull a cheek further to one side. The noise levels in the changing room were still high and Miss Sharon's voice was easily noticeable above the din. Sheila was masturbating again, her arm a blur as she rubbed her pussy hard. As I slowly pushed further up Pam's ass, I slipped a finger deep into Sheila's slippery bum hole, keeping it buried deep and waggling it around. I got up to a slow speed inside Pam's ass, my other hand grasping a fleshy buttock. They were both busy spying on the noisy dancers in their changing room, so I took my time, deciding to properly appreciate the sight immediately before me. Two fantastic bottoms, creamy and heart shaped, one swallowing my cock, the other taking my finger. Both Pam and Sheila's heavy scents were wafting up to my nose, a heady mix of dirty sexy aromas. A perfect evening. The wonderful smells drove me on, and realising that the dancers were still being very noisy, I threw caution to the wind and moved quicker in Pam's ass, the sound of my hips slapping up against her, and the odd poot from her ass as I pumped in and out, drowned out by the background noise. As I came close to orgasm, I pushed my finger in and out of Sheila's ass, as Pam bucked against me. I couldn't last any longer, and with one last thrust, I came. It was quick and very intense, and Pam dipped down from her spy gap, resting her head on her arms whilst she worked her rectal muscles, tensing and then pushing as if trying to eject me from her ass. I shuddered and jerked from the effect this had on my sensitized glans. Sheila came again, this time not able to stop herself from letting out a groan. But all these sounds were drowned out by Miss Sharon barking out her orders. With one last squeeze from Pam, my softening cock plopped out from her ass. I sat back on my haunches and moved down to Pam's ass, pulling her ass cheeks wide apart and kissing her ravaged asshole. She tensed for a moment, and then let out a series of little farts. More and more came out of her sexy and smelly ass, and as I put a finger up against her anus, I realised that with every little poot, a little jism bubbled out of her sexy ass. Sheila was now laying on her back, her shoulders and head resting on her cushion. She was breathing hard, a wide grin just visible on her face. Pam and I recovered enough to move our own cushions either side of Sheila's, and lay down beside her. We all tittered breathlessly as we tried to bring our breathing under control. There was a announcement over the tannoy. Drinks were available in the bar and the show would commence again in half an hour. The noise in the changing room was now quieter as if mimicking our post-cum ultra-mellow stupor. Some of the dancers left. Some remained, chattering amongst themselves. As Pam and I caressed Sheila's boobs and soaking pussy, kissing her gently on the lips and cheeks, we were dimly aware of Amarah's voice. Someone was joking with her about the last dance before the interval. "I thought you were young and fit!" someone said. "You looked pooped before we'd even started the dance!" We heard Amarah laugh and making an excuse. We knew exactly why she looked pooped. Sheila turned on to her side to whisper something to Pam, and then they kissed tenderly as their hands caressed and squeezed. As their legs entwined and slid against each other, their limbs became writhing serpents in the dim light of our hiding place. I moved down quietly until my face was close to Sheila's bum. To my eye, it was far shapelier than any of the dancers'. So was Pam's. I propped my head up with one hand, whilst squeezing Sheila's left buttock with the other. I ran my nose up and down her bum crack, slowly pulling her left cheek upwards. When her cheeks were parted I put my face to her ass, moving my nose up and down her parted cleft. Her scent was still strong, and the soft walls of her cleft were slick with perspiration. She pushed her bum towards me, reaching around with a hand to pull her cheek further as I tongued at her anus. She tasted fantastic, now a salty tang in addition to her dirty taste. She was still kissing Pam, a little too noisily, I thought. But there was enough background noise from the changing room to drown out their amorous French kissing. Whilst I had my nose and tongue jammed against Sheila's cleft, time must have flown by. The tannoy sounded again. Five minutes until the second half of the show. There was an increase in noise from the changing room as the dancers started to muster themselves. The rest of the ladies returned to get changed for the next number, and suddenly it was bedlam once again. Pam, Sheila and I quietly maneuvered ourselves and our cushions back into place, and again we were spoilt for choice. I chose to watch a particularly fulsome bottom as its owner went through some stretches. She was on the opposite side, but with her back to me, and her thong was stretched to the max, especially when she touched her toes. She too was incredibly hirsute, front and back. As she touched her toes, the hair between her ass cheeks seemed to sprout out. It struck me as fascinating that these women were so comfortable with the semi- or total-nudity of their peers getting changed next to them. All of the dancers filed out and down the stairs, chattering to each other as Miss Sharon shouted encouragement. I had almost forgotten about her and Amarah potentially giving us another show. When the room was silent the three of us relaxed back on our cushions. Sheila rested a hand on my thigh, leaned across me and whispered to Pam. "This is a wonderful night you've organised!" "Thanks!" Pam beamed. "I wasn't sure whether you would find it a bit weird, you know. Prying. I take it we're all voyeurs then!" Sheila and I nodded enthusiastically in agreement. I moved back and off my cushion. I pulled the cushion from between Pam and Sheila, and beckoned to both of them. "You know, I really want to see you two," I struggled to find the words, gesturing aimlessly. "Ummm." "Getting it on!" Pam finished for me. I nodded. My cock had sprung to attention again. They moved their cushions together and moved close, kissing like lovers, wrapping their arms around each other. The lack of light in our little hiding place made it all so incredibly erotic. I grasped my semi-erect dick and started to pump it slowly, whilst Sheila and Pam found each other's pussies. Ass Chronicles 04 They broke away from their amorous kissing and with gentle coaxing from Sheila, Pam turned around, kneeling down and arching her back. Sheila hunched down behind Pam and started kneading her buttocks whilst Pam slowly pushed her ass back and forth. Sheila lowered her face until her nose was inches away from Pam's dirty sweet ass. As she sniffed and licked Pam's asshole, my hand moved faster on my cock, the telltale noises of my oscillating foreskin seeming loud in the silence of our hidey hole. I heard light rhythmic squelching as Sheila tongued Pam's ass, rocking back and forth. I moved behind Sheila and spread her ass cheeks. I sniffed at her slippery brown hole, and pushed my tongue against it, very pleasantly surprised when it easily penetrated her. All I had to do was keep my head still. When Sheila rocked herself back to bring her tongue out of Pam's ass, she pushed herself against me, and my tongue snaked passed her loosened entrance. Her dirty taste clung to my tongue and as she pushed back against me it seemed like her hot and slippery crevice was trying to swallow me whole. I wished I could have videoed the whole thing. Pam and myself, keeping still, whilst between us, Sheila rocked back and forth. I straightened up and placed my cock against Shelia's pussy, feeling her swollen labia slip against my glans. I moved forward more until with her backwards movement, she thrust herself on to me. The walls of her pussy slipped passed my cock head, and back again until I was almost out. Sheila sped up her rocking motion and I pushed in time to heighten our pleasure as my member thankfully became erect once again. I peered over Sheila's shoulder and could see Pam had one hand working her pussy. Shelia's pussy began to poot as my cock pistoned in and out of her. I felt my balls tighten and my glans burning as my orgasm drew close. I hoped that there was going to be a series of orgasms, and wondered who would come first. Just then, we heard the door to the changing room open and the noise of the dancers clattering up the stairs. The three of us stopped our tonguing and thrusting and pulled ourselves upright. We had been so close to cumming. We hugged each other and kissed whilst trying to slow our breathing. "Dammit, I was so close!" Pam whispered between quiet gasps for air. "We should have carried on!" whispered Sheila. "I was about to cum. I could tell you were!" She looked at me and goosed my bottom. "Oh well." I said. My cock was burning, apparently not at all happy with the sudden interuptus. We all turned around to our spy hole, not bothering with the cushions. Coitus Interuptus was usually annoying and a might uncomfortable, but at least this time there were things to look at, I reasoned. I squeezed my glans hard to curb the burn. "Right ladies, this is the finale!" barked Miss Sharon in the changing room. "Two nice long pieces, and then the biggy at the end! Come on, chins up and out there! Go get 'em!" The dancers, revving each other up, filed out and down the stairs. The music front of house seemed to be just that bit louder. As we watched, unseen, it dawned on us that not everybody had vacated the changing room. There, in middle and directly in our line of view, stood Amarah and Miss Sharon. As the door at the bottom of the stairs closed, and the changing room was once again quiet, our olive skinned beauty and Miss Sharon pounced on each other. They kissed fervently as Miss Sharon ran one hand through her lover's lustrous hair, pulling Amarah's lips to hers. Amarah groped her older lover's buttocks as they started to thrust against each other. They broke away from their kiss, and Amarah came running to her bag on the chair near us. We were too sluggish to dip down out of sight, but Amarah didn't notice the six eyes, wide with lust and excitement, spying on her and Miss Sharon. They came together again to wildly kiss whilst Amarah fitted the elastic around Miss Sharon's waist and under her crotch, the large green dildo waving around blindly, as if it was desperate to burrow into Amarah. Amarah turned around to kneel on the two side by side chairs Miss Sharon had placed earlier. She deftly pulled her leggings down, and wiggled her ass provocatively. Miss Sharon didn't need any encouragement. She knelt down and buried her face in Amarah, noisily kissing, sucking and licking. Amarah let out a groan. "Come on! We haven't got long. I want you to fuck my pussy. Fuck it hard!" "'S ok!" Miss Sharon said, her voice muffled by muff. "We've got time.....two long dances......I planned the show that way......to give us time.......ah fuck your ass smells good!" Sheila, Pam and I immediately looked at each other, grinning. "Another ass sniffer, eh!" Pam whispered. "Ooo, tell me how my ass smells, Miss." moaned Amarah. We heard Miss Sharon take a noisy and deep sniff. "Just fantastic!" moaned Miss Sharon. "Just of your ass. Fantastic, fucking fantastic!" We three spies started to play with ourselves. This was so hot. Again, we had a perfect side-on view. I felt Pam and Sheila groping my ass as they played with their pussies. Pam slowly pushed a finger up me as I started to rub myself harder, my cock still reeling from the earlier interuptus. Miss Sharon had now got up and with her hands on Amarah's ass, was taking a nice long look at her lover's crevice. She reached in to a pocket of her loose sports trousers and took out a small shiny mobile phone. She slid it open and began fiddling, her thumb moving quickly across buttons and screen. Amarah was getting impatient. "Come on......!" she pleaded. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" "Sorry babe, wait a sec!" Miss Sharon thumbed her phone whilst Amarah impatiently twerked her shapely ass. Miss Sharon held her phone up a foot away from Amarah's ass. After a few seconds we heard a faux camera tick with a brief flash of light. "Wow!" Miss Sharon said, looking triumphantly at the screen of her phone. "That's wicked! Wicked picture!" I sensed Pam had come again. I looked across at her to see her head bowed and her hips jerking as her hand slowed down on her pussy. She let her finger slip out of my ass and looked at me, almost apologetically. "Couldn't hold off any longer!" she whispered breathlessly. "I would love to see that picture on her phone!" I kissed her and squeezed her buttock, briefly pressing a finger against her greasy bung hole. I turned back to the action on the other side. Amarah was now pleading loudly to Miss Sharon. "Come on, please please please! Fuck my pussy hard 'til I cum!" Miss Sharon guided the big green dildo into Amarah''s pussy. With a loud and long groan Amarah started to rock back and forth as Miss Sharon slowly picked up speed with her thrusts. She grasped Amarah's buttock with one hand and started to thrust harder and faster, whilst with the other hand she held her mobile phone at head height, pointing down towards the action. "I'm filming it!" She gasped as she thrust awkwardly into Amarah. "We can watch it later whilst we're at home.......naked......and fucking. Tell me when you're coming." Amarah was in ecstasy as her pussy was ravaged, and could only manage a soft wailing noise in answer. She rubbed and squeezed her breasts, moaning encouragement to her dance teacher. As Miss Sharon pistoned the dildo faster and faster, it looked like a bright green strobe, flashing in and out of view. The strain of thrusting her hips against Amarah was taking its toll on Miss Sharon. Her face was red and glistening with perspiration. Her thrusts were becoming ragged and irregular, and she was noisily gasping for air. But, she managed to keep her mobile phone steady whilst filming. Amarah started to mumble incoherently as she reached back to pull her cheeks apart. This was met with an appreciative moan from Miss Sharon as she lowered her mobile phone nearer her lover's ass. A loud shriek from Amarah signaled her impending orgasm. "Keep.....moving.......keep....moving!" She cried. "Ahhh, yeeeesss!" Amarah hunched herself up and let out an animalistic groan as she came, her climax wracking through her slim body. Miss Sharon looked almost thankful as she stopped her thrusting, but she held herself close to Amarah as if attached, her buttocks squeezed together as she kept the dildo inside her young lover's pussy. Gradually, Amarah's breathing calmed. Miss Sharon thumbed her mobile, and placed it back in her pocket. She stepped back, pulling out the green dildo, and dropped to her knees. She buried her face in Amarah's pussy, groaning approval as she shook her head side to side with her tongue lodged inside her young lover. Eventually, Amarah straightened up and got up unsteadily from the chairs. "Fuck! That was good!" She said, appearing almost drunk after her intense orgasm. She slowly pulled up her leggings to her thighs, appearing to be in a dream whilst Miss Sharon mopped her pussy with some tissue. "You better get out there!" Miss Sharon said. "We can watch our video later!" Amarah tried to stretch, up and then down to touch her toes. She wobbled. "You'll be fine!" Miss Sharon purred. She bent down and retrieved a bottle of water from a bag, and as Amarah drank she gently dabbed her olive skinned brow. "Now. Go get 'em!" Amarah let out a soft giggle, kissed Miss Sharon and slowly descended the stairs and out to back stage. Miss Sharon took a deep breath, mopped her own brow and cheeks, checked herself over and started to leave. She stopped and laughed. "Now that would have been funny!" She chortled to herself. She had been about to leave with the large green dildo still strapped to her. She stepped out of the harness and took hold of the dildo. She licked the end of it, giving it a little sniff, and walked over to Amarah's bag. We dipped down out of sight, and after Miss Sharon had stowed the toy away, we heard her slowly take the stairs, down and out of the changing room. "Bloody hell!!!" Sheila exclaimed, perhaps a little loud. Pam giggled. All I could do was rub my throbbing dick, desperate to cum again, but wanting to hold off. I looked at Pam and then my cock, red and swollen in my fist. Pam read my mind, turned her back on me and assumed a sexy doggy position. Sheila shuffled around in front of Pam and placed her ass in front of her, getting down on her elbows. Pam buried her face between Sheila's ass cheeks and proceeded to lick and sniff her bum hole, murmuring softly as she enjoyed Sheila's heady aroma. To complete what I thought would be a fantastic sight to any onlookers, I lowered my head and placed my face between Pam's hot and sweaty bum cheeks. Her scent was as strong as ever and the heat between her cheeks seemed to amplify the aroma, transferring itself to my cheeks as I pushed against her, pushing my tongue passed her slick entrance. I needed release. I straightened up and moved closer to Pam's ass, desperately wanting to push my dick up her dirty ass again and fill her hot insides with my semen. For a moment, I rubbed my swollen glans against her brown hole, up and down, enjoying the sensation of her ridged, cloying pucker rubbing my sensitive end. Pam stopped her licking and looked at me over her shoulder. "Not yet....." She said quietly. "We'll do it again later, I promise. Just do it to me the normal way, for now. My bum hole's feeling a bit sensitive." I felt a little bad. I heard Sheila chuckle mischievously. I lightly patted Pam's bottom. "That's fine." I said softly. I guided my cock to Pam's pussy as she resumed worshipping Sheila's ass. I slipped in so easily, her swollen pussy lips quickly swallowing my length. I got up to speed, grasping Pam's hips and moving mine against her. Her soaking pussy was squelching and pooting as I thrust in and out of her, whilst she grabbed Sheila's ass to try and push her tongue as far up as possible. Sheila moaned appreciatively. The fulsome scent of Pam's bottom was sweet to my nose, and as I moved against her harder and faster, I felt my balls tighten and my glans swelling to near bursting point. A few more quick thrusts against Pam and I could feel the beginnings of my orgasm as my thigh muscles tensed and my upper body stiffened. For a split second it seemed like my genitals were on fire. My balls and tube began pulsing as I felt my semen shooting down the length of my cock, but just before my explosion I withdrew completely from Pam's spongy pussy and sprayed my thick juice all over her ass, aiming as best I could at her bum hole as my fist squeezed my pulsing dick. My body jerked and I couldn't help letting out a long groan as my explosion subsided. I was dimly aware of Sheila and Pam sniggering, gesticulating at me to keep quiet. Sheila shuffled on her knees until she was kneeling next to me. "Feeling better?" She giggled, squeezing my bottom with one hand whilst idly rubbing her pussy with the other. All I could manage was an apologetic nod. Pam reached around to touch her nether regions, stroking a finger along the cleft of her parted bum cheeks. "Blimey!" She exclaimed quietly. "That's a whole load of ooze!" Sheila stopped groping my bottom and put her hand on Pam's bottom cleft. She looked at me and raised her eyebrows. "Mmm. That is a lot!" Sheila started to rub her hand up and down Pam's ass crack until she was massaging my semen all over Pam's bottom, covering her cheeks and pussy. Pam playfully wiggled her bottom in a slow twerk. Whilst Sheila and Pam enjoyed the semen rub, the loud music permeating from the stage came to a halt and we could just hear rapturous applause from the audience for what must have been the last item of the show. The noise of the gaggle of dancers ascending the stairs to the changing room filled our ears, and Pam and Sheila resumed their kneeling positions, heads held still in front of the spy gap. Sensing that our evening as a threesome was coming to an end, I chose not to look through at the dancers getting changed, but to spend a bit more time with Sheila's and Pam's dirty, sexy asses. I was impressed by their libidos as I watched them both, once again rubbing their soaking wet pussies, the telltale sounds of fingers on wet lips loud even with the gaggling dancers in their changing room. Sheila was kneeling in a position that would give me good access to her ass, I thought. She was kneeling, playing with her pussy with her ass poking out in front of me. I lay on my side and positioned myself with my face side on and directly in front of her hot ass cleft. I moved closer until my nose was within the tropic valley of her parted cheeks. I was content to just sniff, inhaling the perfect scent of her bottom crack. I pulled at her left cheek, stretching her cleft and allowing my nose to touch against her hole. It was warm and wet, and she playfully tensed and relaxed the muscles of her ring as she felt my nose brushing against it. I stuck my tongue out and lightly circled it around the center of her asshole. I held it still as she tensed and relaxed and I could feel the tip of my tongue being squeezed by her poop hole as she tensed. Suddenly, and without warning, a gust of air whistled out of her bum hole against my tongue. In my mellow post orgasmic state, I didn't recoil. She quickly turned around. "Sorry!" she whispered. "I'm really sorry. It just sort of popped out!" "It's fine," I squeezed her knee. "Do it again!" "Really!" Sheila looked at me, a mixture of surprise and wonder on her dimly lit face. "Ok! I'll try to keep them quiet!" She turned around and pushed her bottom out towards my face. She resumed her pussy play, her hand and fingers moving quicker this time. She arched her back and reached back with a free hand to pull at a bum cheek. I tickled her stretched asshole with my tongue, pleasantly amazed to find that I was becoming erect again. She tensed and relaxed in a steady rhythm as my tongue rested against her pulsing asshole. Then, she relaxed and kept still while I pressed my tongue harder against her bum hole. A soft gush of air pooted out of her ass against my tongue, her asshole pulsing as she tried to keep it as quiet as possible. My dick was fully erect again and as Sheila let out another burst of air from her sweet bottom, I started to awkwardly pump my dick with my left hand. Sheila let out a series of short poots that blew against my tongue as I moved it around the soft skin of her anus. There was only a faint smell but it was enough to drive me over the edge.As Sheila kept releasing short poots, I came again, though this time the volume of semen was considerably less. Sheila tried to squeeze out another poot from her sexy ass, pushing her ring in and out as she tried. I continued my tonguing as her fingers flicked over her clit faster and faster. As she tensed ready for yet another cum, her asshole clamped shut, becoming an impenetrable ring of muscle. She came and bucked her hips, taking her ass away from my face and tongue. As she slowly came down from her orgasmic high, I lightly licked the top of her ass crack and stroked the small of her back. She relaxed, and as she let herself slump forward, exposing her bum hole again, I put my nose close and sniffed. Eventually, she turned around slowly and quietly, kissing me on my cheek. "That was a new one!" she whispered. "Did they smell?" "Only a bit." I reassured her. "It's your smell, and I like it! Besides which I'm too mellow to care!" We giggled quietly in the dim light, turning our attention to Pam who was obviously close to cumming herself. She seemed oblivious to anything other than the changing room beyond and her pussy, which she was now rubbing hard, her arm a blur. Sheila and I watched as Pam's whole body started to shake, her breathing deep and ragged. With a final jerk of her hips, she came, letting out an audible moan before finally slumping backwards on to a cushion. Sheila moved silently over to Pam, leaning over her and kissing her whilst she put a hand over Pam's crotch. "That's what I call a wet woo-woo!" Sheila breathed in between kisses. Pam murmured and giggled, pulling one leg up and to one side to give Sheila easier access. I peered through the spy hole to see a room full of dancers, dressed and ready to leave. Miss Sharon was congratulating them on a splendid night, a comment I had to agree with. The performers started to leave in dribs and drabs, goodbyes and hugs exchanged, until the room was empty. Bar one person. Amarah. She stood a few feet away from the exit of the changing room. She waited until it was silent. She then looked about the changing room, along its makeshift perimeter of notice boards, seemingly searching for something. "Did you enjoy that, Pam?" she called softly. I whirled away from the spy hole with a look of confusion mixed with horror. Sheila was as still as a statue, looking at Pam. Pam held a finger to her lips, looking between me and Sheila, smiling peevishly as she reclined on the cushions. "Very nice! Very nice indeed!" Pam called back, making myself and Sheila jump out of our skins. Sheila and I dared not breathe as we looked quizzically at Pam, who was getting up to kneel on her cushion. "Glad you enjoyed!" called Amarah, who must have been looking towards us now she knew where we were. "More again then? At some point?" "Oh yes! Yes please!" answered Pam. She poked fingers through the spy hole and waved at Amarah. Amarah giggled and blew a noisy kiss before dancing down the stairs. Sheila and I immediately looked at Pam, an uncertain smile on our faces. "Explain!" laughed Sheila, whispering again. We heard the door at the bottom of the unseen stairs shutting, and then there was silence. "Did she know we were here too?" I asked glancing at Sheila. "Well....." began Pam, looking and sounding a little awkward. "How about we get home, back to my place? I promise you, I will tell you everything!" Ass Chronicles 04 ...to be continued. Ass Chronicles 05 The last mile of our journey was over rough country track. Helen's car was struggling with the enormous pot-holes and its steering wheel was taking on a life of its own as she drove at a pace that would have been quick even for a 4x4 over this kind of terrain. The sun was beating down, unusually strong for an early spring day. It was summer-like, the sky a deep blue with a few wisps of cloud and bright green sprouting from the buds of the bushes either side of the track. It was warm enough for the need to have the windows open in Helen's car, as there was no air-con, and the dust from the track billowed around the car, finding its way inside. Helen coughed. "Honestly, it'll be worth it!" She looked across at me with a reassuring smile. The car was bucking violently, causing her breasts to jiggle up and down in spectacular fashion. Either she was wearing a bra that was not at all fulfilling its task, or her breasts were bare underneath. "Oh, I know it's going to be worth it!" I winked at her, raising my eyebrows. "How much of a walk is there to your favoured spot?" I asked. "About twenty minutes good walk." She slowed the car, leaning forward in her seat. "Here we are." Ahead of us was a break in the bushes to our right. A gate was open and as we approached the view opened out to a large grassy car park. I was disappointed to see a large number of cars already parked there, as well as five mini-buses. "Oh," I said dejectedly. "Are we going to have problems finding somewhere private?" I had been building up to this day. After our time together a few days before, I had had a permanent erection thinking of uninterrupted outdoor fun with Helen. "No, no. Don't worry!" Helen waved a hand, and pulled her car up in between two others. She cut the engine and looked across to me, fixing me with a smile full of promise. "This is going to be one heck of a day my boy!" She jumped out of the car and opened the boot. "Come on, let's get going!" she called. I undid my seatbelt and clambered out of the car, suddenly realising how quiet it was. The ticking of the cooling engine seemed loud. I stretched and looked around, taking in the beauty and tranquillity of the surroundings. Over, and well beyond the bushes that had lined the pot-holed country track, loomed a ridge of hills bathed in sunlight. They were close enough for me to make out herds of animals grazing on the steep pastures of the foothills. In the opposite direction was natural forest. It was breathtakingly beautiful. I turned to see Helen bending over a large rucksack. The light material of her dress clung to the cleft of her bottom. Another breath-taking site, I thought. I crept up behind her and put my hands on her buttocks, playfully squeezing her shapely globes. "Oi!" she yelped, bolting upright and playfully slapping my hands away. "Save it for later!" She gestured at the rucksack. "You take this, and I'll take the food and drink bag." She retrieved another smaller back-pack and hefted it onto her shoulder. "Blimey! What've you got in here?" My rucksack was heavy and packed with items that seemed to be all corners. I slung it over my shoulder, dipping my knees to weigh it up. "Things!" Helen said with a gleam in her eye. She winked at me. "You'll see later." We made sure the car was locked and started off on our little hike. We made our way through the gate of the car park and crossed the country track, which seemed to end a few hundred meters to our left. Helen led the way down a small pathway between the wooden fences of two large fields that had recently been ploughed. The air smelt clean and earthy. "It's lovely around here isn't it?" Helen called over her shoulder. "It certainly is. We're going to get plenty of fresh air." I replied with a smirk. Helen didn't catch my meaning. We came to a crossroads on our path, and Helen took the path off to the right, walking towards the sun bathed hills. It was getting warm and I could feel my t-shirt dampening on my back as the heavy rucksack weighed heavily on my shoulders. Either side of us grew densely packed trees, effectively shielding us from what breeze there was. I already felt like I was wilting. But Helen kept the pace up, which pleased me as I took it as her eagerness to get to her 'special place' in plenty of time for us to have fun for the rest of the day. We then came to the first of many stiles. It was at the first of these that I realised Helen was wearing no knickers. As she climbed over she swung her leg high over the top before gracefully dropping down on the other side. "Wow, you naughty woman!" I laughed after I caught a glimpse of pink. "No knickers!" "Well, what's the point in wearing any?!" she laughed. "They'd only get in the way!" By the time we reached the fifth stile, Helen was blatantly flashing her wares. She sat atop the stile and pulled her skirt up, poking her pear-shaped bottom at me. I stared at her backside, longing to push my face between her buttocks and sample her wonderful scent. I figured too that her cleft would be perfectly slippery and warm. I made to goose her buttocks. "Nope," she giggled and jumped down from the stile. "You have to wait, my boy!" "Awwwww. Ok then." I grudgingly climbed over the stile, lips pouted in mock petulance. Helen chuckled and walked on. "Not far now," she called, striding purposefully ahead. The path turned sharply to the left and we were presented with a fantastic view down a narrow valley that cut through the hills at ninety degrees. Up on the right side of the valley I spied three stone buildings just below a sparse forest that extended up to the top of the hill. Helen was heading towards the stone buildings, picking her pace up. As we approached, it became apparent that the stone buildings were merely shells, abandoned and unused for probably a century, or more. "Almost there," called Helen. She left the path that followed the valley floor, and started the steep climb up towards the disused buildings, a hundred or so metres away. There was a single large tree that stood off from and behind the trio of abandoned stone hulks. We reached the derelict stone buildings and walked between the two smallest towards the tree. The buildings were mere husks and the ancient mortar was crumbling from between the huge cut stone blocks that made up the walls. The fact that these monuments were still standing at all was testament to the building practices of the time. After the steep walk up the hill approaching the buildings, my legs were aching and my back was soaked with perspiration. I wiped a forearm over my dripping brow. I could only imagine what state Helen's beautiful bottom cleft was in after our climb. "Here we are." Helen peered over her shoulder, flashing me a wide grin. She reached the tree and took her backpack off. Somehow, she still had the energy to appear spritely and energetic. She rummaged around and pulled out a large and heavy woollen blanket, dark red in colour, laying it out on the soft grassy ground near the tree. The tree was a bulky beast, its trunk thick with gnarled bark. It was also very tall with its branches extending far out from its trunk, forming a natural pagoda for us to sit under. I gratefully stood in the cool shade under its canopy and took the heavy rucksack from my shoulders. Helen had straightened out the blanket and was now sat down retrieving two large bottles of water and two big Tupperware boxes full of food from her backpack. She looked up and patted the blanket next to her. "Come and sit down then. So, what do you think?" She peered at me expectantly. I sat down next to her. "It's lovely. Peaceful. So quiet." The ground was very comfy, the grass under the blanket springy like firm foam. "We're quite close to the path though. Are you sure we won't get seen?" "We'll be fine," Helen reassured. "Stop worrying! You can't see the path from here, so anyone on the path won't see us. Anyway, it's not that close!" She glanced over her shoulder. "And no-one walks up there on the mountain." I could see her point. Only the bravest of ramblers would take that forested slope on. "So," I looked all around, double-checking the privacy of Helen's special spot. "You've come up here before and....." "Made myself come. Fingered myself. Yes," she smirked. She leaned closer, bent her head to one side and kissed me, her tongue diving in to my mouth. Her eagerness took me a little by surprise. I felt flattered. I returned her enthusiastic kiss and slipped my hand along her soft inner thigh until my fingers stroked the warm hirsute lips of her pussy. She pulled away, placing her palm on my chest. "Remember, we've got the rest of the morning and the afternoon. There's no rush," she whispered. "Ok." I was a little breathless. "Yes. It's probably best to pace ourselves a little." Helen giggled at my lopsided grin. "I think it's best. After last time, I couldn't walk. I came loads of times!" I peered down at her crotch. Her full and fleshy pussy lips were already blossoming with a moist, shiny pinkness. I cleared my throat and swallowed hard. "So, what's in the bag I was carrying? Weighed a tonne!" "Have a look." Helen said. The corners of her mouth curled up in to a cheeky grin. I frowned, reached over and hefted the rucksack in between my legs. I undid the straps and pulled the string-tie outwards, opening up the top of the rucksack. First up was a white box, and I had to use two hands to pull it out. I turned the box to look at the picture on its side. "A Sony digital camcorder." I read. I glanced sideways at Helen who hunched her shoulders and giggled. "You know," she whispered. "We can video things." She pursed her lips and blushed. It took me a while, but I cottoned on. "Oooohhhhh. Wow. Good idea." Helen nodded, hunched her shoulders and giggled. With a rapidly growing sense of excitement I placed the box on the floor in between myself and Helen, and turned my attention back to the rucksack. Next up was another box, smaller than the last. "A Canon DSLR." I turned to Helen with a wide grin. "I see what you mean about a heck of an afternoon!" "I want some mementoes, you know." She nodded at the rucksack, eager for me to discover what else it contained. Next, there were two more big bottles of water, the main source of the weight I had hefted for twenty minutes. Then, at the bottom of the bag was a black shoe box. I lifted it out and took the lid off. Neatly arranged in the shoe-box was an assortment of sex toys. My jaw dropped. Helen giggled uncontrollably as I looked between her and the contents. "How long have you had these?" I asked, breathless with my sudden and extreme arousal. "Oh, ages," she said, suddenly serious. Primly, she continued. "When your husband shows absolutely no interest in anything bedroom related, one turns to other methods of gratification." I stared wide eyed at the assortment of toys. A large dildo occupied much of the shoebox, pink and rubbery to the touch with an abnormally large head at the end. A slightly smaller black dildo lay next to it, complete with a rubbery ball sack that looked very realistic. There was a smaller white dildo that tapered to a blunt formless end. A set of three plastic balls rolled around the bottom of the shoebox, each a different colour and connected by thick string. And finally, stuffed in to a corner of the shoe box was a shiny black butt plug. "Bloody hell!" My jaw was still lolling around somewhere on floor. "Are you going to be using all of these?" "Well, maybe we could use them." She nudged me and winked. She pointed at the pink dildo. "How do you fancy that one up your bottom, eh?" "Ouch!" I frowned as if in pain. "No way, that would kill me! Your finger was big enough!" "Hmm. Well, I have to say, I've managed to get the white one up my bottom." "Really?" I looked at her in disbelief. "Yeah," she nodded gravely. "After you put your finger up my bum, I wanted to try and push something a bit bigger up. To see if I could manage it, you know?" "Really?" My jaw was obviously quite happy resting on the floor. "Mhmm. Took me a while to get used to it, but I did it. Several times!" Her face lit up and she giggled. "It was easier when I crouched over it, if you see what I mean." I was stunned. A few days ago, when I had my finger up her bum, it had felt so incredibly tight; far too tight for anything other than a very well lubricated digit. "So," Helen continued. "I want try your cock up there. See if I can get it in. It's not like you're hung like a donkey!" She immediately put her hand on my arm as her grin faded. "I didn't mean it to come out like that. Sorry. Sorry." I didn't care what Helen meant. She wanted my manhood up her bottom, and wanted to use her toys, maybe all of them. And, she wanted pictures and video. I stared at Helen in utter disbelief, dimly aware that my penis was throbbing painfully. "So," Helen said as she patted down the blanket behind her. "Let's enjoy ourselves." She reclined down on to the soft ground, letting her light skirt ride all the way up, and held her arms out to me. I eagerly fell in to her embrace and kissed her soft lips, pressing myself against her hips. I unbuttoned the front of her dress down to her belly button, slipped my hand under the silky material, and cupped a warm breast, gently kneading it. I pulled away from our kiss and gazed at her full breast as it easily filled my groping hand. "You know what?" I said, looking from my hand and into Helen's eyes. "Even though I have always classed myself as an 'ass-man', your boobs are slowly turning me to the dark side." I grinned. Helen frowned, a quizzical smirk on her lips. "How do you mean?" "Like, I'm becoming a 'boob-man'. Your breasts are truly beautiful." Helen blushed. "Thank you!" She closed her eyes. I moved down and took her nipple in my mouth, sucking it gently and flicking my tongue over the delicate nub. As it quickly hardened, Helen sighed and pulled a knee up, letting her leg fall to the side. I kept her firmed nipple in my mouth and reached down between her legs to cup her crotch with my hand. Her fur felt delightfully delicate as I pressed my fingers against the heat of her pussy. Gently, I parted her outer lips with my first and ring fingers, and then slowly pushed my middle finger inside. I groaned appreciatively as my finger easily made its slippery way up her well lubed tunnel. "Mmmm, that's nice." Helen cooed. I raised my head from her breast and gazed at Helen's face whilst I slowly stroked my finger in and out of her sumptuous pussy. Her eyes were closed and lips parted as her tongue lightly flicked over her top lip. She took a breast in her hand and tweaked the firm nipple between thumb and forefinger. I slid down and in between Helen's legs and palmed her inner thighs. As she parted her legs wide, her outer pussy lips slicked apart to reveal her soft inner lips. She was very wet, a large drip of her creamy juice already collecting at the bottom of her tube, just above her glistening brown bumhole. Helen reached down to her pussy with both hands and used her middle fingers to pull her inner lips apart, and first fingers to expose her clitoris from under its sweet fleshy hood. I moved close and lightly ran my tongue from the bitter tasting glob of juice to her clitoris and back down, pushing my tongue in to her as far as possible until my face was jammed to her sex. Her scent was wonderfully strong, a faint smell of the sweet staleness from her bush brushing and tickling my nose, mixed with the glorious and funky aroma of hot pussy. I ground myself against the blanket as I thought of the pleasures of her bottom cleft after our long and hot walk. "Take some pictures, if you like." Helen murmured, looking down at me between her legs. "For our use and enjoyment only though, ok!" "Wow. Ok. Um, video or photo?" "Photos to start with. Remember, we've got all day." Helen let her head back down to the blanket. She circled her clitoris with her fingers whilst rhythmically rocking her hips. I jumped up and opened the camera box, retrieved the bulky device and turned it around in my hand, trying to find the power button. Helen chuckled and held out her hand, waving it impatiently. "Give it here," she chortled. With one hand still working her pussy, she grabbed the camera. She flicked a circular switch and waited for the tell-tale beep of the power-up. Then, she thumbed a few of the fiddly buttons whilst peering at the LCD screen of the camera, squinting against the sunlight. "There! Auto-focus and auto-light. Just zoom in or out and press the button. Ok?" I nodded and took the camera. Helen closed her eyes and resumed her play. I moved around and knelt down in front of her. I lifted the camera and peered at the LCD display whilst pointing the lens towards Helen. "Woooow! Fantastic!" With a shaking hand I twisted the lens collar, zooming in a little to fill the viewfinder with Helen's glistening crotch. I clicked the button. The camera chirped as the image was captured. I zoomed in more until Helen's soaking tube was in perfect close-up view. I clicked again. Helen pulled her legs up to her chest and moved her hands around to her bottom, obscenely parting her pussy lips and buttocks with wide spread fingers. I backed off the zoom until I had her pussy and ass in shot. I clicked the button. Then I zoomed in on her bum hole, moving myself closer until her pouting anus was all I could see on the LCD screen. I stared for a moment, appreciating the picture, her asshole gaping a little pink in the centre. I clicked and clicked, getting a little trigger happy as I realised the camera was picking out a little dirt on her hole. Helen laughed joyously, throwing her head back in abandon. "This is so horny!" For a moment I forgot the camera, and gazed at Helen, legs akimbo and spreading herself wide. I unzipped my shorts and rummaged until my member was standing proud in the sunlight. Helen lowered her legs and lifted her head. "Did you get some good shots?" she asked excitedly as she sat up, shifting to sit on her knees. "Oh yes." I said breathlessly. My stomach felt bunched up from the excitement. "Mostly close-ups, I'm afraid." "Ok. Cool!" She fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. "Shall we do it? So that I can film it?" she pointed to the video camera, still in its box. "Sure. I've got no problem with that." I blurted, swallowing hard. I looked around checking we were still private. "Don't worry, it's fine where we are," she said softly. She leant forward and gently took hold of my cock, curling her fingers around the shaft from underneath. "If you lie on your back and I can sit on you." She slowly milked my shaft. "Take your shorts off." She kissed me briefly on the lips and then shuffled over on her knees to retrieve the video camera. I stood up and removed my shorts and boxers, checking all around, just to make sure. Naked from the waist down, I laid myself flat on my back on the soft blanket. My dick throbbed, pulsing up and down on my stomach in time with my heavy heart beat. For someone who didn't want to rush things, Helen was surely eager. Helen knelt at my feet and positioned the video camera on the floor, spending time making sure it was level and stable. She flicked the view screen out and twisted it upwards. She peered in to it and made a few painstaking adjustments. "Move your feet apart, that's it. Oh yes! Mm mm." She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself as she fastidiously set the camera at the exact angle she wanted. "Hold your cock so it's pointing up straight. That's it. Now slide yourself back a bit. Just there, that's it! Perfect." I let my head fall back on to the soft blanket and heard the beep as she pressed the record button. She moved to kneel by my side, and took my manhood from me, easing my foreskin back until my purple glans was glistening in the sunlight. She bent down and slowly took half my length in her mouth. Ass Chronicles 05 I shuddered as Helen bobbed her head up and down, sucking and working her tongue over my purple head. The rhythmic sound of her fantastic blow job was sure to be picked up on camera. She lifted her head away with one final squelching suck. She shot me a wanton glance before twisting a little and lifting her leg over my hips to straddle me. She lifted her skirt and reached down between her legs to grab my dick and give it a playful squeeze. "This is fab, isn't it?" she whispered excitedly. She closed her eyes as she guided herself down until my glans made contact with her soft pussy lips. She rubbed my head around her fleshy opening as she lowered herself more, until I felt my dick sliding up inside her slippery pussy. I groaned in ecstasy as she sat her full weight on me. She gyrated her hips, grinding herself against me, whilst I kneaded her fleshy breasts, moving my hands in large circles. Then, she leant forward, and we kissed whilst she moved herself back and forth. I could only imagine what the camera must have been seeing at this point. I moved my hands to her buttocks. I squeezed the soft globes and then pulled my hands back to part her cheeks as far as possible. "Oooo!" Helen breathed, pulling away from our kiss. "We'll be able to see my bum hole on TV when we watch it!" She giggled excitedly and rested her chin against my shoulder. She rocked back and forth, harder and faster, her breasts rolling against me. She nuzzled my neck, cooing and moaning softly as my shaft slid in and out of her wet funnel. In time with her rocking motion, I pulled at her cheeks and pulsed my buttocks and hips, increasing the pleasure of our love-making. In a dream, I closed my eyes and kissed Helen's neck, listening to her soft and breathy moans of pleasure. Knowing the camera was 'rolling', recording everything in close-up detail, brought me to the brink of orgasm far quicker than I desired. "I'm going to come!" I groaned as I pumped my hips with a sudden vigour that took Helen by surprise. She lifted herself up on her hands and kept still as I powerfully pumped underneath her, lifting my hips off the blanket and noisily slapping myself against her. I stared into her face as I neared my climax. Helen closed her eyes and frowned in concentration, a soft keening escaping from her open mouth. I shuddered and bucked as I felt my balls tighten and cock burning, and then the ecstatic release as I shot my seed deep inside her. She flopped back down on top of me, her ragged breathing mixed with breathless laughing. Then, we were still. I stroked the warm skin of her buttocks as our breathing slowed. "Wow. The camera certainly adds some spice doesn't it." I chuckled. "That's the quickest ever for me." "Mmm hmm." Helen sighed. I pulled at her cheeks again, exposing her cleft to the camera. "Mmmm." she laughed quietly. "It's probably all dribbling out of me." "Mmm?" "Your cum. It's probably dribbling out of me!" she laughed louder, lifting herself up. "And the camera's still going." She nodded backwards. Her face was beautifully flushed. "Mmm. Umm...try and push it out." I looked at her expectantly. "Ok!" Helen held her breath and closed her eyes as she tensed and pushed. "How do we know when it's come out?" she whispered. "Can't see from here!" She pushed again, harder this time, a look of concentration on her face. Suddenly, she pooted, her bottom producing a long and very loud frap that echoed off the stone walls of the abandoned buildings. Helen broke out into uncontrollable laughter as she rolled off me and on to the blanket. I looked down at my limp cock, slick with Helen's juices, and noticed a large glob of semen on my pubic mound. Helen had pushed it all out, by the looks of it, and it had all been caught on camera, including, I noted gleefully, the loud and sexy fart. # After a large gulp of water each, we settled back on the blanket, still giggling over Helen's gun-fire poot. "Oh my gosh. I've never laughed so much!" Helen patted her chest and fanned her face with her hand. "I found it quite a turn on!" I turned to Helen and winked. "Really? I suppose I'm flattered!" She smiled and shook her head. "I must admit, I quite like the fact that you like my smell." She blushed and turned to look me in the eye. "I love it." I turned to face her. "I don't know. Your smell is perfect. Don't know why, it just is, I suppose." "Good." Helen touched my arm lightly. "I'm glad." She lifted herself on to her elbow and checked around. "See! Perfectly private here, isn't it?" I sat up and nodded appreciatively. "Certainly is. When do you have to get back? Have we really got all day?" "Oh yes. I've not got to get back for anything." She rolled her eyes. "He's not back 'til tomorrow." "Ah. Ok. Well, I'm pleased about that." I stroked her arm affectionately. I wanted to keep things as upbeat a possible, and not talk about her husband. "Good." She smiled with a happy twitch of her shoulders. She sighed contentedly, leant over and kissed me gently. I placed my palm on her cheek and stroked the top of her cheek bone with my thumb as our tongues twisted and explored. A beautiful warm feeling unexpectedly suffused my body as we tenderly kissed. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. Helen reciprocated with an arm around my waist, flicking her tongue against mine. The warmth flooding my body ramped up until I almost pulled away from Helen and declared my undying love for her. With butterflies in the pit of my stomach, I resisted. Gradually, the vigour of our kiss lessened until our lips parted. "That was nice," Helen whispered. She lightly stroked my cheek as her gazed flicked over my face.. I nodded and smiled contentedly. I pecked her on the lips. "Mmm, it was very nice." For a moment there was a silence, almost awkward, as we gazed in to each other's eyes. I blinked. "You know I was talking about liking your smell..." I patted Helen's backside. "Yes," she said slowly, a wide grin curling the corners of her mouth. "Would you mind if I......" Helen winked and turned on to her front, reaching back to pull her skirt up around her waist. I kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear. "Thank you." I slid down the blanket until my face was positioned over Helen's bottom. She settled her head on her crossed arms and moved her legs apart. I gazed at her full buttocks. I followed the line of her cleft down to her crotch and studied the soft hairs sprouting around her pussy, matted with her juice. I kissed her left buttock while running a hand up the back of her thigh, gently squeezing the toned flesh. I placed my nose on her cleft and inhaled deeply. Helen tensed her muscles, squeezing her buttocks together, giggling softly as my nose tickled her cleft. She smelled fantastic. I placed my hands on a buttock each and slowly parted her cleft, wanting to sample the odour of her ring. Her brown and glistening anus blossomed in to view as I stretched her cleft, and I plunged straight in, pushing my nose against her dirty hole. I inhaled, long and slow, wishing that I could imprint her aroma, allowing me to 'recall' her smell any time I wanted. "Mmmmm, wow, you smell absolutely fantastic." "Thanks." Helen pushed her bottom up as I inhaled her aroma. "I thought you'd want to do this. So, I didn't shower this morning. Only last night." She cooed as I kept my nose wedged between her cheeks. "It probably smells more than last time." Helen chuckled. "It's not too whiffy, is it?" She checked over her shoulder. "No. No, it's fantastic." My voice was muffled by her buttock as I jammed my face to her bottom. Her aroma was indeed stronger than last time, heavy and heady after a night in her bed and a hot, sticky walk in the morning. Her cleft was wonderfully clammy, making her smell that much stronger, a perfectly unwashed mixture of heat and ablutions. I held my nose to her cleft for a good few minutes. "I wish the clever R+D bods invented a video camera that could reproduce smells as well as video." I remarked as I took time out from sniffing Helen's bottom. Helen chuckled softly. "Just don't wash your face for a while," she suggested. "Hmm. I didn't last time." I patted her bottom. "Can you kneel for me." Helen purred as she pulled herself up on to her knees, arching her back to push her bum high in the air. Her buttocks parted company to expose her dirty hole to the sunshine. I knelt behind her and palmed her cheeks further apart. I took one long sniff before pressing my tongue to her anus. Helen sighed. "Oh, that's good. I really loved it when you licked my bumhole last time." "Gnnhg." I pulled her cheeks further apart and studied her bumhole. The circular knots of her muscly ring stood proud, a slightly deeper shade in colour. I added extra pull with my fingers on the slippery inner walls of her cleft, and gazed longingly at her pucker, now well stretched and showing pink in the centre. The sunlight shone on the soft and delicate skin of her bottom hole, picking out the sparkling wetness from the tiny symmetric creases. There were small flecks of her dirt dotted around, some almost hidden in the creases of her ring. I lightly flicked my tongue over her asshole, up and down and side to side. I inhaled her scent, moving my nose up and down her crease. I could hold back no longer. I plunged in and lapped at her bumhole, licking it fervently and letting her dirt bite at my tongue. I concentrated on the centre, pushing my tongue harder until I felt it push into the dirty hot caldera of her anus. It was wonderfully tight, only allowing the tip of my tongue to push through, despite my gallant efforts. The warm clamminess of her ass smothered my face and the taste of her dirty bottom hole was fantastic, salty and musky. Helen reached between her legs to slowly strum her clitoris. My tongue was starting to cramp, so I decided to love her aroma some more, moving my nose up and down between her cheeks. "Finger?" Helen suggested, looking back at me over her shoulder as she continued to flick her button. "Video?" I answered, grinning wide. Helen smirked "You've got the idea!". I reached for the video camera, and pressed the power button. I held it in the palm of my left hand and pointed it at Helen's bottom. Helen read my mind and reached back to pull her cheeks wide, her cleft opening up on the little side-screen of the camcorder. I thumbed the record button and held still for a moment, keeping Helen's dirty hole centred on screen. I licked the first finger of my right hand, making sure it was well-lubed, and slowly pressed it against Helen's pouting ring. I felt the tip of my finger pushing in through the veinous ring of muscle, feeling almost like her anus was sucking on my finger. "This time, tell me if there's anything up there," she giggled. "Ok." I said, staring intently at the camcorder screen. "What if there is?" I glanced at Helen, eager for a reply. "I'll have to get rid of it," she answered. My heart jumped a beat. I pressed my finger harder until it popped Helen's hole. It opened up, allowing my slippery finger to plunge up her bum. Her ring was so perfectly tight and again I wondered how she had managed anything bigger. I pushed all the way in, but couldn't feel anything other than the hot slippery walls of her rectum. I pulled my finger out almost all the way then plunged back in, repeating the slow pistoning whilst studying the LCD. Her hole was tight enough for there to be a visible pull, or pout as I pulled my finger out. "Ahhh, that's lovely," Helen purred. "Anything in there?" "No. It's all clear on the western front." Helen chuckled quietly. "I'll probably have to go later." "I'd like to watch," I blurted, my guts suddenly tight with anticipation. "If that's ok?" Helen let go of her cheeks and made to straighten up. I let my finger slip out of her bottom and thumbed the record button and power switch on the camcorder. She twisted around to sit and face me. "Would you really want to watch me do that?" she asked incredulously, scrunching up her face. I swallowed. "Well, umm, I would, yes." "Really? Ew!" She frowned, hunched her shoulders and smiled awkwardly. She paused, in thought. "Well, later then, maybe, ok? I'm bound to need one at some point." I nodded, smiled and leant forward to kiss her. Before our kiss became too amorous, she pulled away, a naughty grin forming quickly on her face. "I do need a pee though." She giggled as my eyes lit up. "Want to watch?" She stood up letting her skirt float down. I grabbed the camcorder and shot a questioning glance at Helen. She nodded quickly. "Let's go behind the tree," she suggested. I followed her around the large trunk until it was between us and the stone buildings. Extending outwards almost parallel from the base of the trunk were two giant roots that after a couple of meters snaked down underground. Nearest the tree, they stood proud from the ground offering a natural perch almost two feet high. "Which way do you want me to face?" Helen asked with a cheeky and knowing look. "Shall I point my bum at the camera?" She laughed. "Thought so!" Helen perched herself, one foot on each of the roots, and hiked up her skirt. I thumbed the power button on the camcorder. Helen flashed me a grin over her shoulder as the cam beeped in to life, and slowly crouched down, wiggling her bottom provocatively as I pointed the camera. I knelt down on the soft ground to maintain a good angle of view, cradling the camera in my hands on the floor, pointing upwards towards Helen's crotch and ass. In the LCD was a close-up of Helen's quivering labia and above that her puckered bumhole, brown and moist. "Is it recording?" Helen asked. "Yep." My voice wobbled and my heart beat a heavy rhythm. "Ok." She held her breath. I looked up at her pussy and bum, periodically checking the LCD to make sure I was aiming the camera towards the action. Helen's bumhole twitched, first tensing, then relaxing and pouting. She shuffled herself a little, moving her feet back for more comfort and to allow herself to lean forward a little more. I checked the LCD and all was still good. Very good, in fact. Her bumhole twitched again as she pushed out two little farts, whistling out from her sweet ass. She tittered and apologised. Slowly at first, a trickle appeared from just below her clitoris, clear in colour and pattering noisily to the dry ground beneath her. Then, she let go, releasing her liquid and hosing the ground. She pushed harder causing her bum hole to dilate and her pee to shoot down in a hissing and gushing torrent. Then, as suddenly as her torrent had started, it abruptly stopped. She squeezed hard and a few more bolts of her clear pee shot to floor. She squeezed again, harder. The knotty ring of her bumhole winked as she squeezed out a long, strangled and moist sounding fart. It suddenly crossed my mind that watching the video back was going to be an extremely enjoyable experience. My cock twitched, firstly reminding me that it was once again rock hard, and secondly that I was still naked from the waist down. In all the excitement, I had forgotten. I quickly looked all around, expecting to see an audience of ramblers gawping at our escapades. But thankfully, we were perfectly hidden. "Did you record all that?" Helen asked, still perched on the roots. She peered at me with owlish eyes and a big dirty grin on her flushed face. "Certainly did!" I answered. I chuckled, shaking my head in disbelief. Last week, Helen was merely my piano teacher, a lady I had long found attractive, but from a distance, effectively. In the space of only a few days, I had tasted her, inhaled her wonderful aromas, and now, just finished videoing her peeing. "I'm really looking forward to watching all this back." "Me too!" she chirped, laughing as she got off her perch. I followed her back around the giant tree trunk, thumbing the power off on the camcorder to conserve battery. She retrieved some tissue from her rucksack and crouched down, reaching between her legs to dry her pussy. She scrunched up the used tissue and dropped it an empty plastic bag. She turned towards me. "What are we going to do about that hard cock of yours then?" She nodded, pointing at my engorged manhood and lewdly licking her lips. Helen beckoned me over as she knelt down on the blanket. As soon as I was close she took me in her mouth, noisily sucking my member as she bobbed her head back and forth. I closed my eyes, groaning from the extreme sensations of Helen's somewhat over-eager blow job. She took me from her mouth and pumped her fist over my rod, peering up into my eyes. "May as well try up the bum." She glanced at my cock, then earnestly back at me. "Ohh, yes yes. Fine by me!" Helen almost dragged me down on to the blanket, getting me to lie flat on my back. She grabbed the video camera, powered it up and handed it to me before turning her back on me and lifting her skirt. She stood over me, feet either side of my shoulders. She crouched down, placing her ass over my face. "Make my bottyhole nice and slippery," she said, pulling her cheeks apart and stretching her dirty hole. I couldn't help a quick sniff. Her aroma was just so perfect. Whilst I lavished her bum hole, Helen daintily spat onto her fingers, gently rubbing her saliva onto my glans. She reached around to run a finger around her brown circle, pushing it in and out a few times. My cock jerked at the sight. "That's fine," she said, excitement rising in her voice. "Hold your cock up." She stood up and shuffled forwards, looking down between her legs at my throbbing manhood. I grasped it and pointed it skyward, positioning the camera on my chest such that the top half of my cock was in the centre of the LCD viewfinder. Helen crouched down until her bumhole was inches away from my glans. "You'll have to move forward a bit, I think," I said, breathless from the excitement of knowing that at any moment, Helen's beautiful and smelly ass was going to swallow my rod; hopefully. Helen hotched forward a few inches and slowly lowered herself. I aimed my cock at her approaching bumhole, dearly hoping that she would be able to squeeze it in. Helen's anus touched the end of my cock, sending hot pulses down my nerves. Millimetre by millimetre, she lowered herself further until my glans was pressed hard to her ring. She exhaled slowly. With her hands, she pulled at her cheeks, obscenely stretching them apart as far as possible. The picture in the camcorder's LCD was one to behold. "Just give me a minute," Helen whispered. She exhaled sharply and then tried lowering herself further. "Ouch. Dammit!" "Take your time. Shall I use my fingers?" "No, no." Helen sounded adamant. "My white toy is only a bit smaller than you. Give me a minute." She rested for a few seconds, letting go of her buttocks to rub her pussy. I looked at the LCD. There, centre screen was my cock jammed between Helen's buttocks, pressed hard against her poop hole. It crossed my mind that a still of that image would look very nice as a wallpaper on my phone. Helen exhaled sharply and lifted herself up. For a split second, dismay poured over me as I thought she was giving up. She lightly massaged more saliva on to her bumhole and my glans. She reached back to pull her cheeks apart and once again lowered herself until my purple head was pressed to her anus. This time, it all felt a little more lubed and slippery, and with a final downward motion from Helen, I felt my glans push into her, popping her anus open. "Yes!" I cried, letting go of my rod and steadying the camcorder, which had nearly toppled off my chest. Ass Chronicles 05 "Wow." Helen groaned. She inhaled sharply. "That's giving me a damn good stretch." She pulled harder at her bum cheeks and held herself still, letting her head loll forward. I put a hand on her hip and squeezed it gently. "Ok?" I asked. "Yeah. It's always hard getting the first bit in. Took me ages to get used to it. 'Course, my white toy doesn't have a bulbous end on it." She gave an ironic laugh. I stayed silent, willing her tight muscly bum hole to relax and stretch just a little more. Then, as if in answer to my silent wish, Helen lowered herself until the majority of my length disappeared up her bottom. "Yes!" We cried in unison. Helen gasped and laughed between gritted teeth. "Ouch. I've done it!" It was a delectable sight and feeling. Her anus squeezed my shaft tightly, whilst my glans slithered almost against the smooth and warm cutis of her cavity. I adjusted the camera angle. Now, all I could see was Helen's full bottom pressed to my pubic mound with just the root of my rod barely visible between her buttocks. She let her full weight down. "Yes!" She squealed with obvious joy. "I did it. My first cock all the way in my bum!" I patted her buttock affectionately. My rod felt so good up Helen's bottom. I twitched my pelvic muscles, nimbly pulsing my cock. "Ooo! I can feel that. It feels amazing." Helen cooed. "It feels like I need a poo, but it also feels really sexy, you know?" "It definitely feels nice from my perspective. I can't get the camera back far enough to get a good view though." It was true. The camera was too close. I wanted a view from further back. "Oh, ok." Helen sounded disappointed. "Well, we'll have to film again, maybe with a different position, and a tripod." "We haven't got a tripod, have we?" The fact that we were having a conversation about camera equipment whilst I had my shaft in Helen's bottom, made me smile. "No. But we can get together again, and experiment with angles, and stuff. Anyway." Helen seemed to come to the same conclusion regarding our inappropriately timed discussion on camera equipment and direction. She lifted herself until my shaft was visible again, just my glans still inside her. Then, she lowered herself back down. As she got herself into a steady rhythm, she let go of her buttocks and grasped my legs in front of her for extra balance. I thumbed the camcorder off and placed it down on the blanket. I placed my hands behind my head as if ready for sit-ups and steadied myself to watch in fascination as Helen bottom fucked herself with my more than willing member. It was a truly awesome sight and the feeling of Helen's tight anus slowly oscillating over my length was wonderful. I placed my palms on her buttocks and with my thumbs, parted her cheeks, giving me a perfect view of her ring straining around my shaft. With each downward movement from Helen, a little air pooted out from her ass, making her giggle breathlessly. "It so feels like I need to poo!" Helen gasped. Her legs must have been starting to ache by now, but she carried on using my cock to plug her bottom. I stared at her ring as it was pulled out and pushed in by the pump action of my cock. Her poots were becoming more ragged, squelching, as time went on. I could feel myself getting closer to coming. "I'm coming." I groaned. "Yes." Helen gasped. "I want your cum up my bum." I grasped at the back of my head, my stomach muscles tensing, and my cock starting its burn. Helen's movements were slowing as her legs tired, becoming ragged squats on a greasy pole. At that moment I came, shooting my seed deep in to Helen's dirty bottom. I groaned like an animal, bucking and twitching as my orgasm faded. Helen sat herself down hard on my twitching member, taking big gulps of air and exhaling hard. As she slowly lifted herself off, she let out a long, wet poot as my softening cock slipped out from her bum. "Oops!" she giggled. She stood up, a little unsteady after her workout. "Wow." I said, slurring slightly on a high. I laid my head back on the blanket and closed my eyes, flopping my arms down by my side. "Oh dear." Helen said, sounding concerned. I opened my eyes. "What's up?" She nodded down at my crotch. I sat up and looked down at my limp cock. "Oh!" I chuckled. The end of my member was lightly smeared with brown. "Blimey, sorry." Helen said, obviously embarrassed. Blushing a deep red, she pulled out a packet of wet-wipes from the side pocket of her rucksack. "It's ok~". Before I could say any more, Helen began fastidiously cleaning me up. I twitched as she wiped the cool wet wipe over my sensitized glans. She dropped the wipe in the plastic bag. "Oh dear." She looked at me awkwardly, face still a deep red. "I'm sorry." "It's fine," I said. "Bound to happen. That's what a bottom is for, hmm?" I sat up quickly and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "Now," I continued with mock bossiness. "I need to make you cum. Sixty nine, if you please!" Helen smiled. "Well, I suppose it means I'll need a poo sooner rather than later." I raised my eyebrows and winked. I fell back on the blanket and patted my chest. "Come on, climb on!" Helen turned around and straddled my shoulders, leaning forward to rest her elbows either side of my hips. With her pussy inches away from my face, I placed my tongue against the hardened nub of her clitoris, working it around in a circle. Helen sighed. I reached up to her buttocks and parted her cheeks as I worked my tongue. Her bumhole looked a might ravaged after our anal adventure, and I figured that we would probably not be engaging in any more anal sex that day. The flecks of dirt had disappeared from her hole, but I knew I could now look forward to watching Helen poop. My cock twitched. I hoped Helen wouldn't back out. I tongued Helen's clit harder, flicking it relentlessly until she twitched and shuddered through her own noisy climax. We stayed in a sixty-nine for a long while after Helen came. Every now and then Helen would gently kiss my balls and cock. In answer, I kissed her soaking pussy, or lifted my head to flick my tongue across her bottom hole. # "Mmmm. I need a drink of water." Helen's voice made me start. I had obviously drifted off. She lifted herself up, lifting her leg up and over, and reached for a bottle of water. She took several long swigs and smacked her lips in satisfaction. She handed me the bottle. "Mm. Thanks. Did we fall asleep?" I squinted, looking around our private spot under the tree. "Mmhmm," Helen glanced at her watch. "Half an hour, maybe more." "Oh. Let's hope no-one stumbled in and saw us." I frowned and chuckled nervously. I was genuinely concerned. I tried to imagine what I would do if I stumbled across a pair that had fallen asleep in the sixty-nine position. "I don't think I've ever fallen asleep in that position before." "Me neither," Helen chortled. She rubbed her thighs and grimaced. "Tell you what, my legs are aching a bit!" "Mmm. I bet they are!" I winked and took a swig of water. The cool liquid cleared my head. "I'm so glad you managed to fit me up there." "I know," she laughed. "Me too." I took another large gulp of water. "It's very liberating getting naked in the great outdoors." I remarked as I looked around. It was a beautiful piece of countryside. "How many times have you been here then?" "Hmm," she blushed. "I've lost count." "So, quite a few times, then." I grinned cheekily. "Well like I said, there wasn't much going on the bedroom," she said defensively. "Oh, I don't mind!" "I know." Helen chuckled. She pulled the food boxes over, opening the lid to one. "Fancy something to eat?" The box was full of an assortment of sandwiches, pastries and cut vegetables. "Wow. You've been busy." My stomach gurgled. "Don't mind if I do. Thank you for preparing all this. Must have taken you ages." "It's fine." Helen handed me a sandwich, thick cut bread with cheese and tomato, my favourite. She watched me as I gratefully took a bite. "I wanted it to be a perfect day, you know." A bashful smile lit her face. She took a pastry and we ate in silence under the tree, appreciating the beauty around us. # The first food box was empty, and we were finishing our deserts. The large slice of cake left me feeling totally replete. I patted my stomach appreciatively. "That was fantastic," I said. "Thank you." "My pleasure," smiled Helen. We sat under our tree, leaning against the trunk which formed an ideal curved backrest. Helen made no attempt to cover herself up. She leant her arms on her knees and her beautiful crotch basked in the sun. I was still naked from the waist down, but as time had passed, I fully realised how private our spot was and didn't feel the need to cover up. Both of us seemed perfectly comfortable and happy. "Can we come here again," I asked. "Yes. Definitely," Helen smiled. "I was hoping you'd like it." "Well, I think it's the company that I like. Scenery as well, though." I smirked. Helen chuckled softly. She looked me in the eye. "I like the company, too." Helen shuffled over and rested her head on my shoulder. I slipped a hand in to hers and kissed the soft hair on her head. There was a pointed silence. "I do like you, you know," Helen said softly. "A lot." I was aware of my heart beating a little faster. "I like you, too. Very much." Helen squeezed my hand and lifted her head, turning her face towards me. She kissed me softly. "That's good. Is all this developing in to something, then?" she asked, searching my face. "I think it must be," I said quietly. I smiled and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Good." We kissed again, pressing our lips together and letting our tongues explore. She moved her hand down to my crotch and on feeling my fast growing tumescence, groaned appreciatively. I reached between her legs and my fingers found her sex, hot and moist. I circled my fingers around, finding the soft button of her clitoris between her full pussy lips. Helen slowly squeezed and milked my shaft until it was pumped and throbbing. She pulled away from our kiss and looked me in the eye. "Can I play with your bottom?" she asked, swallowing hard. "Yeah, ok." I recalled how it had felt when Helen had pushed her finger inside me. "Ok." Helen smiled appreciatively and coaxed me onto my hands and knees, taking her time to lightly stroke my buttocks. I heard the beep of the camera and the shutter click. "Wow," she giggled hoarsely. She palmed one of my buttocks, parting my cleft. I felt the fresh country air brush across it and heard another click of the shutter. I was starting to realise how horny Helen must have felt whilst I was taking pictures and video of her. Embracing the eroticism, I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart. Helen gave a light gasp and another hoarse giggle. She clicked the shutter button, leaving the camera to burst a string of pictures. Then she thumbed the camera off and buried her face between my buttocks. She sniffed and licked, lapping fervently at my ring. Although the feeling of her tongue tickling my stretched butthole was alien, it was certainly intense, causing me to twitch and moan. Helen ceased working her tongue over my hole. She retrieved the video camera, powered it up and was silent for a moment as she carefully held the camera in position with her left hand. I felt the tip of her finger pushing gently against my hole. "Oh, wow," she gasped. "This is going to look fantastic." She pressed her finger harder until it opened my hole. I felt a wetness dribbling down my cleft as she let saliva drip from her mouth over her partially inserted digit. She pushed her finger all the way in, the extra lube making it slip easily in to my ass. I groaned at the pleasure her finger brought me. She slipped it in and out, slowly at first, but gradually increased the speed. I relaxed as much as possible and let the exquisite feelings permeate through my body. Helen let more saliva dribble from her mouth, down over her finger and my cleft. She pulled her finger back until just the tip was penetrating me, and then I felt another finger being pressed in to me. I bucked at the extra stretch but made myself relax. Now she had two fingers pushed deep in to my butt. "Wow, well done!" she exclaimed in admiration. "It looks fabulous on the camera." I half groaned and laughed as she slowly pumped my bum. My cock was still rock hard. I squeezed my muscles, pumping more blood in to my shaft, wincing when my asshole clamped harder around Helen's fingers. "Oooo," she giggled. "That felt nice." She slowly pulled her fingers out. For a moment she did nothing apart from aim the camera at my spread ass. I let my asshole recover, closing my eyes and tensing and relaxing my muscles. I heard Helen rummage about in the shoebox. "Let's try this," she said in a silky voice. I didn't dare look around, and waited to see what toy Helen would use. Then, I felt the cool tip of hard plastic press to my hole. Slowly, as Helen kept gently pushing, the toy burrowed it's way in to my ass. Thankfully, it didn't feel like a big stretch. "Yes!" Helen exclaimed as the pushed the toy in to the hilt. "That's my white toy!" "Mmm," I closed my eyes and chuckled. "Is it wrong to say that it actually feels quite nice?" Helen giggled and gradually upped the pace until the toy was speedily fucking my ass. The sensations were phenomenal, and I had to reach underneath and through my legs to squeeze my dick and awkwardly pump it. Helen moved back a little to widen the angle of view in the camera. "Wow, that looks amazing!" she exclaimed in awe. "I see what you mean about feeling like you need to poop." I said. It felt like I desperately needed to go. An amazing feeling. I became concerned that I had a real need to go. "It's not dirty is it? Nothing coming out?" "No, it's ok," she reassured. "It just feels like you need to go. Nice, isn't it." Helen shifted her position so that she was kneeling close behind me. I felt her hips bang against my bottom, her fist bumping against my cleft. She giggled rapturously. "Ahhh, wow, it looks like I'm doing it to you!" I craned my neck and looked around over my shoulder. Helen was pointing the camera down, staring intently at the LCD as she pumped her hips against me. I figured she must have been grasping the toy in her fist, as if it was her penis. She shot me a glance and grinned wildly. The toy felt so good inside me, but my hole was starting to complain. "Ahhh, I think you'll have to stop, sorry." "Oh. Sorry, yes. I got carried away. Sorry." She thumbed the camcorder off and slowly removed her white dildo from my grateful ass. "Gosh, that looked amazing," she said gazing at me with awe. "It felt really nice," I turned around and nodded slowly. "Weird, but nice." "Oh, sorry," Helen put her arms around my shoulders. "No, no. I'd like to do it again," I said gently. I kissed her lovingly on the lips. "Good. I'll look forward to that next time." Helen became thoughtful. "Can't you get double-ended toys?" "Double-ended?" "Yes, you know. It would mean we could use it at the same time." A mischievous smiled formed on her lips. "One end up your bum and the other up me. Either of my holes!" "Hmm. That sounds like it could be fun." I nodded and grinned. We were silent for a moment as Helen looked away, idly playing with her hair. She avoided my gaze, her body language awkward, and slowly her smile faded. She sat back on her haunches and drummed her fingers on her knees, a distant look in her eyes. "Hmm." She pursed her lips. "I think," she paused and checked all around, "it's time." "For what?" I asked, worried that she was going to suggest going back to the car. She turned around, lifted her skirt to bare her bottom, and palmed her cheeks apart. Her glorious bottom hole pouted at me. "Put your finger up there. Slowly though." I cottoned on quickly and moistened my first finger. I leant forward, gently pulled her left cheek and slowly pushed my wet finger against her bumhole. Helen looked expectantly over her shoulder. My finger nail was barely hidden by her pucker, when my fingertip touched something warm and hard. I looked Helen in the eye, a knowing grin forming on my face. "Ahhh," I chuckled. My dick throbbed in sympathy. "That all made its way down very quickly!" "Hmmm, yes," Helen said. She hesitated. "What do you want to do? Do you still want to watch me go?" I nodded, the rising excitement within me making me suddenly mute. "Ok," said Helen, sounding unsure. "If you really want to. It'll be smelly," she warned. Again, I nodded mutely. "Ok." Helen stood up and pointed to the middle stone building. "Let's go in there and do it." "Can I take the video camera?" I blurted. Helen hesitated and looked around uneasily. "Umm. Well, ok then." She rummaged in the pocket of her rucksack and withdrew an empty plastic bag, and then a handful of tissue. She had one more look all around before beckoning me to follow. I picked up the camera and followed Helen down to the building. My erect member idly swung around in front of me. We picked our way through what must have been the barn doorway, conscious of our bare feet. Though, I was more concerned about snagging my testicles on the brambles. The ground within the stone building was still soft and grassy, thanks to a non-existent roof that over the years had let in the rain and sunshine, allowing nature to take hold. Helen found a perch, climbing up on to two protruding stone footings parallel to each other. She lifted her skirt and crouched down. Her bottom was just above my waist height. "Not sure whether I feel too embarrassed to do a poo in front of you," she said nervously. "Don't worry, it's fine," I gently reassured. "I absolutely love your bottom and anything to do with your bottom. Remember last time? I actually licked your botty just after you had done a you-know-what. Remember?" I winced at my pathetic attempt at persuasion. "Oh yes," she looked upwards, recalling it all. "Mm. You naughty boy!" She relaxed, persuaded, incredibly, and reached down to spread her bum cheeks, curling her hands around the curves of her buttocks. With her fingers within her cleft, she was able to stretch herself further. I knelt down, aware of the longer blades of grass tickling my balls and backside, and cradled the video camera in my left hand at ground level. I aimed the lens up at Helen's backside and checked the LCD. Her ass filled the view finder, anus pouting perfectly in preparation for what was about to come. "Shall I go now? Is it ready?" Helen asked, still sounding unsure about the whole situation. I thumbed the red record button and waited for the beep. It was music to ears. "Yep! Ready." I gulped. "Ok." Helen exhaled slowly. Her bumhole twitched and dilated, only a little, but enough for myself, and the camera, to see the dark brown head of her poop lurking. A long and soft fart whistled out of her bottom, ending with a quick crescendo and sudden loud frap. The knotty ring of her anus seemed unwilling to allow her poop any exit, only giving it a tantalising glimpse of the outside world. Then, whilst her bum hole remained partially gaped, a slow trickle of pee came from her pussy, pattering down on to the ground. Helen sighed in contentment as she relaxed, allowing the trickle to become a clear and golden torrent. All the while, I stared at her anus and the treasure within her ring. It was as if her log was eager to escape, its head pulsing against the partially dilated ring of her anus. Her torrent stuttered to a halt and as she contracted her muscles, her poop hole snapped shut, hiding the head of her dark brown log from view. I checked the LCD to see that my aim was still good; Helen's bum filled the screen. Ass Chronicles 05 "You're still sure you want to watch me do a poo?" Helen queried. "Yep." I croaked. My stomach was knotted with extreme anticipation. I grasped my solid shaft as I gazed at her bottom, not wanting to miss anything. "Ok. Well, here goes." Helen shuffled around, reaching further around to give herself more leverage to pull her cheeks further apart. She exhaled slowly. Her stretched bum hole twitched again and slowly but surely, the brown head of her poo pushed against her anus from within. Tiny pockets of air whistled sporadically from her ass as she pushed her hard poo out millimetre by millimetre. The knotty ring of her anus stretched outwards as her log slipped fully in to sight, growing in girth as it inched its way out. Helen gasped as she pushed, and her anus slowly rippled in sympathy to the undulations of the surface of her log. "Phew!" she gasped. "Is it a big one?" "It's amazing!" My voice wobbled from the excitement. She pushed again, holding her breath, and her poop continued on its journey until a full three inches was poking out from her bumhole. Helen held still and took a few deep breaths. I glanced at the LCD. Helen's bottom looked fantastic; cheeks spread wide with her poop hanging down from her hole. But, her bum hole was obscured by her hard brown treasure. I lifted the camera to just below my line of sight. Now, it perfectly picked up her asshole, stretched tight around her log. The aroma of her treasure filled the air around us, but I didn't find it at all repulsive; quite the opposite, in fact. I started to slowly pump my throbbing shaft, finding the grass tickling my under carriage more and more erotic. Suddenly, Helen tensed her anus, snipping her poop into a three inch lump that fell to the ground with a muffled and grassy thud. Her bum hole closed shut. I leant in to look closer. Her knotty ring was clean but for a few tiny brown smears in some of the deeper crevices of her anus. I zoomed in, hoping the camera would pick out these fine details. Helen exhaled and relaxed again. This time, her asshole quickly dilated, the rest of her dark poop pushing out. The first inch was still hard and sizable in girth, stretching her ring to an impressive diameter. Then, as it inched and slithered its way to freedom, her log softened a little and lightened in colour, her tight anus smoothing its surface as it slipped through her ring. The flow of her poop quickened. Helen gasped softly as she sensed the end of her ablution. All at once, the final portion of her brown treasure fell from her loosened anus accompanied by a volleyed crescendo of farts. Helen exhaled loudly. I kept the camera pointed at her bottom as she sighed in relief. She squeezed again and a little knob of poop squirmed out through her blossomed anus, falling to the floor on top of the rest. Once more she squeezed her anus blossoming open. There was no more to push out. Instead, the pinkness from within her rectum momentarily bloomed, retracting quickly when she relaxed. "Oh my gosh!" she laughed, breathless from her movement. She let go of her buttocks and lifted herself a little to look down between her legs. "Ew! That was big!" I kept the camera in position as Helen pulled two sheets of tissue from the wadge in her hand. She reached back and wiped her bottom with a slow motion, pushing the tissue hard against her poop hole and dragging back. She checked the tissue and then repeated the process until she was satisfied her bum hole was clean, dropping the used tissue down on top of the pile of her brown booty. "Nice and clean," she chirped. She cleared her throat. "Did you enjoy that?" "I certainly did." I thumbed the camera off. My other hand was still wrapped around my throbbing cock. My voice was hoarse. "Thanks for letting me watch." "It's ok. A bit weird, but I guess I'm kind of flattered. I think." She stood up, letting her skirt fall back down, and jumped off her perch. She pursed her lips, looking away from her pile as she put the empty plastic bag over it. "Can't leave it here. I'll put it in a doggy bin on our walk back," she said in answer to my quizzical look. "I've never left any before." She grimaced, turning her nose up as she laid the bag fully over her pile, and scooped it up in one swift motion, tying the bag tightly. "What, you've done poops out here before?" I asked with a surprised squeak in my voice. "Yes," she answered, blushing. "I usually come out here for the day, walking and, you know," she shot me an embarrassed glance. "Wow," I breathed, openly rubbing my cock. Helen chuckled. "First time I came out here, I got caught out. I walked a lot further than I had originally intended. Needed a poop, but had no tissues or anything. I had to crouch behind a bush and then leave it there. Felt awful. Then, I had to walk all the way back with a dirty botty hole." Helen dropped the plastic bag full of her treasure next to the camera on the floor. She walked over to me, glancing at my hand rubbing my shaft. "So, why did you enjoy watching me do a poo?" she asked. She patted my hand away from my shaft, taking it in her own hand. I shook my head. I didn't really know why. "I don't know. I just love your bottom." I felt lost for words. "I hope you didn't mind me watching?" "No. I didn't, in the end. Wasn't sure to start with. It is a bit, ew!" She studied my blushing face. "But, as soon as I started, I guess I started to feel quite turned-on by it. The ultimate in sharing and in trust, I guess." "So," I gulped. "Can I watch again at some point?" "Yeah. Why not. You obviously enjoy it." She glanced at my shaft wrapped in her fingers. "And I did, too." I gazed in to Helen's eyes. The thought of watching her expel her poop again filled me with the utmost joy. "What shall we do with this erection, then?" Helens eyes sparkled. "How would you like to push it up my bottom again, hmm?" "Yes. Yes, please." I begged. She turned and led me by the cock, walking over to a square opening in the back wall of the building, once a window, I guessed. Helen leant over through the opening, looking out at the stunning view. Through the opening I could see across the small valley, down to a sparkling river snaking its way along the valley floor, and up the other side to a dense natural forest. "Many a time, I've stood here, as I am now, and quietly masturbated," she said wistfully. "That's the footpath down there." Helen pointed. "Kind of exciting, masturbating when people aren't that far away, down on the path." She turned to me. "Do it to my bum." She kissed me lightly, and turned back around to lean out of the hole in the wall. She lifted her skirt. "Make it nice and wet and slippery." I knelt down behind her and quickly palmed her cheeks exposing her brown rosebud anus. To a cursory look, it was clean. But on close study, there were tiny flecks of her pungent dirt dotted around her knotty ring. I pushed my nose between her cheeks. Rather than clammy, as it had been before, it was now perfectly dry after a firm wiping. Her smell was incredible, now mixed with a slight scent of her poop. I licked at her ring, letting the sharp musky taste of her dirt bite at my tongue. "Mmmm," sighed Helen, gently pulsing her anus against my tongue. "Make it nice and slippery." Gradually, Helen's bum hole became dripping wet with my saliva. I slowly pushed a finger in to her empty bottom, gently reaming her slippery poop hole. I stood up. Helen peered at me over her shoulder, a wanton look on her face, and reached behind to part her cheeks. Her anus glistened. I dribbled in to my hand and moistened my glans and shaft. I moved forward, having to stand with my feet wide apart in order to aim my shaft properly at her rosebud. Using my thumb to guide my glans, I pressed it to her ring. I kept pushing until eventually I felt her poop hole open up. Helen moaned quietly and turned her head towards the stunning view. I kept pushing until my head was consumed by her muscly hole. My shaft continued its journey up Helen's bum, my foreskin being pulled by her tightness despite the copious and over-zealous lubing. And then, I was inside her, completely. For several seconds I held still. Her ring adjusted to the stretch, slipping the final few millimetres over the skin of my rod. Helen pulled harder on her buttocks, parting her cheeks further still. "Mm," Helen cooed. "That feels lovely." I withdrew a few inches and then slowly pushed back in, holding still again. I repeated my slow movements until I could sense Helen's anus relaxing. I looked up at the view beyond our stone building. My attention was immediately drawn to the path below us. Walking along the path in the bottom of the valley was a large group of ramblers, maybe forty of them, unevenly strung out in a long line on the narrow path. The path wasn't as far away as I had thought, I realised. The ramblers were close enough for me make out facial features. Helen and I had spent the day semi-naked in a spot that, granted, was hidden, but not at what I considered a 'safe distance'. My dick throbbed with an extra pump of blood. I had to concede that it was indeed a little exciting knowing that we could be seen by anyone looking in the right direction. I grasped Helen's hips and moved myself back and forth, revelling in the sensations of her bottom hole gliding over my shaft. I gyrated my hips faster until I was pumping Helen's dirty bottom. She gasped in time to my thrusts. I looked at the ramblers traipsing along on the path below us. A few of them seemed to be looking up to our position. "They've seen us," I gasped. "I think you're right," Helen moaned, pulling at her cheeks. I moved my hips against Helen faster and faster, still looking down to the path below us. At least a dozen of the ramblers were looking towards us. It was enough to take me to climax. I groaned as I came inside Helen's ass, twitching up against her whilst staring at our audience in the distance. I grasped her hips and pressed myself against her whilst my orgasm subsided. My shaft softened and plopped out of her ring accompanied by a long squirt of air gurgling out from inside her bum. "Use your fingers in my pussy," moaned Helen as she reached between her legs to flick her button. The ramblers were still peering up at us. Thankfully though, they were at least still walking the path and not rambling up towards us. I knelt down behind Helen and eased her left buttock to one side. Within her dense bush her fingers were rapidly rubbing her clitoris. Her poop hole, still glistening moist, stared straight at me. I pushed two fingers inside Helen's hot tube and put my nose to her anus, gratefully inhaling her dirty scent as I pistoned my fingers in her pussy. I aimed my fingertips towards the front of her vaginal space, rubbing the soft ridges near her g-spot. "Oh shit, yes that's fantastic," panted Helen. She rubbed her clitoris harder and faster, rocking her hips against the thrust of my fingers squelching in and out of her pussy. I licked at her poop hole, running my tongue in a circle over the proud knots of her ravaged ring. Then, I pushed my face fully between her cheeks, covering my mouth and cheeks with her smell and slickness. Helen suddenly and violently bucked her hips, almost bending my wet fingers out of their joints. She yelped and gasped through an incredibly intense climax. I kissed her buttocks as her orgasm tailed off, tasting the thin film of perspiration that gave her bum cheeks a wonderful sheen. "Oh my gosh," she exclaimed. She turned around and knelt before me, wrapping her arms around me and hugging me tight, before kissing me. She pulled away. "That was amazing." I kissed her softly, first on the lips then gently on her flushed cheeks. "It was fantastic. Are the ramblers still there?" I lifted myself up a little and peered through the hole in the wall. Only a few stragglers were still visible on the path below, and they didn't appear to be looking our way. "It's quite exciting doing something like that while people may be watching, isn't it?" Helen said, a wicked grin on her face. "It got me going!" I conceded. "Never thought it would. Mind you, they may have just been looking at these old buildings." "No, I reckon they saw us. I hope they did." Helen giggled. She patted my arm and stood up. "Come on, let's get back to our blanket. I need a drink." I followed Helen back out of the building, picking up the video camera. Helen had picked up the plastic bag full of her poop and was holding it at arm's length as we made our way back to our shaded spot under the tree. "I'll just go and bin this," she said with a smirk and a mild look of distaste as she peered at the plastic bag. "Won't be minute." She slipped her walking shoes on and strode off down past the buildings and out of sight. I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable being alone and naked from the waist down. I grabbed my shorts and quickly pulled them on, covering my modesty. I glanced at the video camera. I would enjoy watching those recordings, I thought with a grin on my face. I couldn't believe that I had watched Helen empty her gorgeous bottom. I couldn't believe that she had allowed me to watch; and let me video the whole thing. It felt like the stuff of dreams. I shook my head in disbelief. I was tempted to flick the screen open and watch it there and then. But I held back; the wait would be worth it. I lay back on the blanket and closed my eyes. # To be continued....