0 comments/ 52806 views/ 4 favorites Her Ass is Up For Grabs By: cowboy109 His eyes caressed her legs. She drove a popping red PT Cruiser. Her knees were angled high in the car too small for the 5'11" woman. Her face was leaning forward. She held the top of the steering wheel with both hands. Her forearms rested against the steering wheel. He stole more glances onto the slender, pokey knees. The knees were parted to work the paddles leaving a big gap in between her thighs. The colorful dress reached her mid-thigh. The skin was smooth from youth and clean waxing. The skin color was a very rich brown, deep in color and little gray tone or black tone to it. Her feet were long and skinny, just as her hands had the longest fingers. The feet were in red shiny high heels with many parallel red straps. The side of her feet, where the soles begin was dark. Her palms were dark. She bopped her shoulders to Fugees music. Her speech was clear and well enunciated. She dressed sharp. Yet, she had a head of an African mask hanging from the review mirror. It was pale gray, had circles for a neck. The hair were big squares standing out far. "I got that, when I stayed in Africa," she said. And, she flipped the idol head with her index finger and giggled. "It was my getting back to my roots time, when I spend a few months in Africa." He nodded. He was dressed in a brand new Hawaiian shirt and pressed black pants with shiny leather shoes. A smirk crawled over his face, "So, did you get any over there? Are they really that big over there?" "Hey, you don't ask that on a date! I had a special romance there. And, yes it was the best sex in my life." "Hey, we are all grownups. And now, that you are about to meet my friends, we are maybe a little further ahead." She smiled and looked him up and down for a moment before looking back at the traffic on the freeway. "Aw, you know that I like to make fun of you. You are a good kisser." He smiled victoriously. His fingers played with the locking mechanism for the glove compartment. "We'll see, if you are cool enough to hang with us." He put his hand friendly on her shoulder, careful to not restrict her from driving. A few minutes later, the car pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant. The brand new car's shocks easily took the bump of the sidewalk. The parking lot was mostly empty, because Inland Empire of Los Angeles is simply pretty slow. The Southern California sun shone drenched everything. The restaurant was made from dark brown wood. There was ample shade from awnings and walkways. Black shadows hid the windows and entrance. A couple token bushes stood in otherwise hard baked, dead dirt. Two men were standing in the partial shade and waved. The left one was a hefty figure in a black suit jacket with a t-shirt that had a deep v-cutout that showed a smooth white chest. The glasses were black aviators that gave a cool look. The right one was short and extremely meager. His hair was cut short and choppy. He wore no glasses. His eyes were small black holes. He blushed slightly and wore squarish, plain clothes. The couple got out of the car. She rose high over the car, standing on her heels and with her height. He stood with his feet wide apart and hands in his back pocket taking his time. "The dirty Mexican guy is Ramy. We call him hippie, because he hates hippies so much. The light weight is Sawyer. We call him thrills, because he doesn't have any. He is a total geek." Making her first step, her ankle buckled. The high heel slipped sideways. Her mouth corners twitched. She struggled to her feet like bambi and let out an accidental hiccup. "You hiccup, when you trip???" he shook his head. "I don't know. My parents must have crossed some wires wrong." She smiled trying to be smooth again. "Nice to meet you Ramy and Sawyer." She reached out her hand with the palm down and fingers bent down in a ninety degree angle. Ramy immediately took the opportunity and spun her in a circle. She tripsied around and laughed. Sawyer gallantly took a knee bow and kissed her gently on the hand. "My beautiful flower, it is a pleasure to meet you. "Kim, why don't you be our tour guide? It's your favorite place." Kim turned around and walked backward. She pointed at a lantern like light at the ceiling. "This light was a gift from president Obama for being the most authentic fake restaurant. Over there, at that table is where Al Capone had his first date." She stepped backward onto the barstool of the hostess. She smiled and redoubled her effort by holding an imaginary microphone to her evenly shaped lips. Everyone slowly trotted behind her gazing around like tourists. The hostess hugged the menus to her chest and suppressed a smile with her lips. "And, now you are in for a special treat. This is the room, where national history was made." She bumped her behind in the sheer fabric dress against the heavy oak door to walk in backward. She took a look around and pointed to the mirror. "This is the famous mirror room. The mirrors have been assembled by monks in the Himalayas. Follow in, don't be shy." She waved the group to follow her energetically. Yet, they stood at the swell of the door. "Yo goofball, you stepped into the women's restroom." Despite having a brown skin, the bright red blood shot into her face. She jumped out of the restroom, as quickly as she could. The air was sucked out of her lungs. Ramy smiled warm with a wink in his right eye, "You're alright." The hostess took over. They were seated at the edge of the court yard in comfortable cool shade, while the beautiful flower garden with a pond and bridge was simmering in the unrelenting sun. The menus were printouts from the manager's office stuffed into clear pockets. Ramy was just kind of sitting there, starring into nowhere. Sawyer was intently studying the menu. His lips were so red that they almost seemed painted. Yet, his whole dress suggested that he had no clue about fashion. So, it was unlikely that he painted them. "What do you do for a living, Kim?" "Oh, I sell vacuum cleaners whole sale. It's a little flat building next to the factory. I push the merchandise to Best Buy and other stores. What do you do, Sawyer?" "I'm a software engineer at a local medical insurance company." "Sawyer is some super scientist. He invented regular expressions." "No, no, I wrote a regular expression evaluation library. It's pretty well documented on how to that." "Ramy, let me guess what you do? You look like a lawyer or a doctor." "What makes you say that?" "Well, you dress really well. Your face looks very studied. You have this pensive movement about you, like you are often thinking very deep. I could imagine that you drive a Porsche or something. That costs a lot of money." "I sell produce at the local super market. But, don't worry. I get that a lot." "Oh." Everyone had their phones and car keys on the table. They had iPhones and Android phones. Her phone had a little Japanese character glued to it. Ramy's Toyota car keys had a BMW key ring around them. The napkins were unfolded and thrown back on the table in a mess. The water glasses had big sweat pearls running down from the heat. "Kim let me see your phone. Unlock it, too." Kim curiously looked at Ramy and handed her phone. Upon holding it in his hands, he smiled big and started typing around in it. He drew his body away from the table and leaned the chair back on the hind legs. A shock flashed over Kim's face. "What are you doing?" "Oh, I'm just sending Louise a text message." "What! That's not okay. Give me that phone." She reached over the table. The table was so wide that she could only bang on the other side of the table. Her face drew anger. Ramy leaned back as far as he could. He slowly spelled out. "I have yeast infection again." Kim ran around the table and pulled his ear until he dropped the phone into her palm. Everyone laughed at her temper outburst. Ramy excused himself to go to the bathroom. Kim swiftly got his cell phone and typed at the lock. She mumbled to herself: "1234 gotta be his password." And, the phone unlocked. A blue veil was lifted. A naked glamor girl was the background of the phone. She opened the address book and pulled the first girl with a sexy name out: "Laurel." She typed, "can I tap that?" She quickly put the phone down. Everyone was trying to look cool. Yet, their eyes shifted to the men's restroom. "Why did you do what you forbade him to do?" "I did not forbade him. He simply didn't get away with it. I did. So, that's different." The waitress brought the burgers and salad out. Ramy sauntered back to his chair. On cue, the cell phone vibrated. He casually lifted it up and looked at it under the table. His eyes blinked and then his calm body was calm like before. He typed something. Then he looked each friend into the eye. Kim couldn't hold his gaze and burst out laughing. She slapped the table hard. With tears from laughter running down her face, she asked, "What did she say?" "Wait! What? I'm your cousin! We are blood relatives." "Oops." "Now, you owe me one." Sawyer curled up in his chair and looked down. He pulled his arms in front of him. The left palm held the right elbow. The right hand was on his cheek. His teeth were pressed together. He whispered, "Tina alert." Everyone, except for Sawyer, craned their neck to see the blond next-door-type girl with workout shorts and sneakers sit down at the counter to seemingly wait for a pickup order. Ramy grabbed Sawyer's knee firmly, locked eyes with him and sad with the warm charm of a father: "Man up and walk over there. It's the foot eye reflex. Your eyes see it; your feet should immediately start walking. Don't think. Just go." Sawyer was frozen. Ramy added, "You made a deal with me. You said that I could have Suzie, if you freeze up one more time." "No, not Suzie," stammered Sawyer and slowly got up to walk to the blond girl. Kim raised her eye brows, "you trade girlfriends just like that?" Her new boyfriend explained, "Suzie is the name of a real medieval morning star. He keeps it in his bedroom in an expensive glass display. He collects medieval weapons. And, Suzie is his prized possession, because some king went to battle with it and won." Sawyer was standing at attention like a cell phone sale man in front of Tina. There were six empty bar stools next to her. He kept standing and smiling. She played with her hair and starred into every which direction. Everyone on the table was feeling uncomfortable looking at it. They heard Tina say overly loud, "yeah, right," while starring at her shoes. He tried to make funny movements with his hand like pretending to be a monkey. Her boyfriend added, "The girl over there is Tina. She's his prom date. He is horrible with girls. However, he got lucky with her. And, he even pulled her home. He told her that he wanted to show her his medieval weapons collection, like a player. Then, they were sitting on his bed. Her pussy must have been wet as the Colorado River. However, he kept explaining to her how to tell a replica medieval weapon from a real one. At some point, he felt her head on his shoulder. He thought she was ready to make out with him. However, she had fallen asleep and didn't wake until the next morning, when she left really quickly. He still has a crush on her." The bartender returned from the kitchen with a white plastic bag that said 'thank you.' Tina jumped up, grabbed the loops of the bag and ran out without bothering to say bye to Sawyer. Sawyer walked back with a puzzled face. "Ramy, I did well, right? You saw that she played with her hair. That means that she is attracted to me." Kim burst out, "Dude, what is that monkey hand thing. Did you learn that in the zoo?" She laughed loud. Her boyfriend waved his hand in front of his throat for her to cut it out. Kim sensed the energy at the table and grew pale. She looked around. Nobody said anything. Sawyer slowly turned saying that he was going to fresh up at the restaurant. Kim leaned over to her boyfriend and whispered in his ear, "What kind of guy goes to the restroom to freshen up?" Her face was distorted from the question. Her boyfriend said nothing. When the restroom door closed, he leaned forward and said, "boy, Sawyer is really sensitive about being awkward. When he was in high school, they put him in a trash can for his ears sticking out. You can't even make fun of him. And, don't apologize. He hates it even more, when he seems like a wimp. Just ignore that it ever happened. And, don't ever do it again." The waitress arrived with another round of blond Corona bottles. The mood mellowed out with the alcohol. Ramy laid out a cigarette and a lighter on the table. He carefully arranged them and then moved them. Smoking is not allowed in restaurants. So, he had his ritual of playing with the addiction stick before going outside to light it up. He looked up at Kim. "So, goofball, you really wanna be part of your boyfriend's wolf pack? There is an initiation rite. It's like Hell's Angel, where you have to drink champagne out of your boot or something like that." Her boyfriend gazed up her body. Her breasts were covered by triangles of her dress. It gave a good idea of the shape of her small to medium sized boobs. They were slightly hanging, yet the skin was young and taut. An underbra left the top and sides exposed. "Yeah, I like my friends doing something kinky to you." "Oh, my god, you are pimping me out! I'm not your ho!" Ramy leaned in, "have you ever done something wild in your life?" His eyes sparkled with suggestion. "Okay, you are all well manner gentlemen." She paused and her eyes looked at the sky. All three men held up two fingers and placed a hand on their chest. "You know how black women are proud of their bootie. You'll get to do with my bootie whatever you like. But, we have to do it in private, not here." Everyone cheered their bottles together. Her boyfriend made himself bigger and stated, "pinky swear." She held up her pinky, cringed it, and giggled with her whole body. Ramy called out, "more drinks!" "No, no," protested Kim, "I've had enough. And, you don't get to do it now. Next weekend!" Ramy ordered her another drink anyway. Kim hit him to insist that she didn't want another drink. The waitress arrived with the drink. Kim crossed her arms. The waitress put the beer down. Once the waitress had left she smiled and said, "Okay, one more." The conversation deteriorated into incoherent slurs. A week later, Kim's slender, long, brown index finger pushed down on the doorbell. The doorbell was an elaborate circle that flowed out like a wave. A deep single gong rung inside of the house. The grass in front of the house was lush green. Black irrigation houses snaked through it. The houses on this street stood well separated. This was Ontario, CA, where $100,000 bought anyone a palace of a house. There was plenty of space. Every house had a big yard and circular drive way. Her boyfriend opened the door in his board shorts without a t-shirt. He was barefoot. He held a box of pool chlorine tablets in his hand. They hugged and kissed. She was wearing another silky dress that fluttered lightly in the breeze. Her face was neatly prepared with a subtle lip stick and makeup. Her hair was neatly weaved into small braids. She held her new purse with green leather and big buckles in her hand. She carefully stepped into the big living room with the hardwood floor, white washed walls and big ceiling fangs blowing down the stale heat. It was cool inside. The sweat pearls on her forehead were casually wiped away. He took her by the hand. She softly let her hand rest in his firm grip. Her eyes looked at the painting of dramatic farm and dance scenes on the wall. There was a big counter island in front of the kitchen with high bar stools. He pushed open the floor to ceiling glass sliding door. A concrete backyard with a pool opened. Sawyer and Ramy were sitting up on the white lounge chairs with the royal blue upholstering. They starred a little confused from the heat out there. Soft ripples ran over the blue pool water. "We are really going to do this," stated Ramy. His hair was wet and slicked together into a pony tail. His facial hair was only trimmed to make his face look dirty. "I don't know," she said. She seized up the three guys in the backyard. There was a high wall all around the property that gave them privacy from the neighbor's houses. Sawyer was skinnier than he had seemed with his close on. Where muscles should have been only bone poked out. His chest was a little concave with his shoulder rolling forward. He was pale white, almost shining. "Totally, we are going to do it," said her boyfriend with a firm voice. "I got all the material here. He pointed to a red and black colored rock climbing rope that lay on the floor. He pointed to a wall that hid the pool utilities. The white wall had soft lines, where the bricks where meet each other. There were all kind of little hooks on the wall. One held an empty plant pot. Another hook held a garden hose. There were empty hooks at different heights. The highest hook had a carbiner put through it. Her hand shook a little bit. She kicked off her shoes. The bare black feet walked over the hot tiles. Every step was a mixture of burning pain, soothing heat, and relief a second later, when her foot had sucked the heat out of the surface. "I was kind of kidding. It was something that I agreed to in the moment," said she. She held her arms out for him to wrap the rope around it. Her boyfriend's hair was wet with sweet and excitement. "It'll be so much fun. For us, of course." "Yeah, right, you white boys have been dreaming all your life about some black bootie." She smiled with a feisty stance. Without acknowledging her flair, he stepped onto a chair to reach the carabiner. The rope looped through. The rope tightened and pulled her forward until she stood under the carabiner in the shade of the wall. The rope kept taking up relentlessly. Her arms raised over her head. Thick strands of rope had been wrapped around her wrists in many, neat loops. Ramy and Sawyer had watched breathlessly with their sun glasses down. Their legs were straddling the lounge chairs wide. You never know what goes down in the suburbs. Sawyer nervously got to his legs. "This is not a proper way to treat a lady. I mean, a lady is supposed to get flowers and candy. Tying her up in a backyard is depraved. I will have no part in it." "Sawyer, don't you have stories like this from your medieval studies?" "Yeah, I mean, I studied a lot about torture and public trials of humiliation." "Don't you have an interest to play it out? You always try to make us join your friends with cosplay." "Okay, I guess, this is kind of like cosplay. We are only playing something out." Kim started wiggling her butt. She swayed her hips side to side. The curve of her butt was so clear through the sheer dress fabric. She quickly squeezed her butt cheeks alternatingly. Then, she bounced up and down. That had the effect of making her butt cheeks lift and bounce together at the bottom of her bounce. "Yo mama, got the bounce. Have a look fellas," she said with a playful ghetto accent. Her boyfriend still didn't acknowledge her tease. He bit of a strip of duct tape from a gray role. He swiftly lifted the back of her dress up and taped it down. Her butt was fully exposed. The luxurious brown of her skin reflected the light even in the shade. Her butt muscles were elongated like her whole body. Yet, the butt was well exercised from hiking and biking. She shrieked and jump up at the sensation of fresh air on her ass. "What the fuck! Put down my dress!" Her boyfriend responded coolly, "You told us that we'd have a free go at your ass. It's the initiation rite. You said that you were up for something wild." Her Ass is Up For Grabs "Okay, you guys already got a look at it. So, why not take a real good look. It'll be the only chance you'll ever get." Ramy and Sawyer came closer to get a better look at the tall amazon with her butt sticking out. Her boyfriend pulled down the black thong. It curled up right under her cheeks. She tried to refuse, yet her hands were tied up way over her head. She crossed her knees, yet that didn't help the fabric curling down her butt. "Okay, I'm done. That's as far as we go." He held his hands up into the air. Kim had grown really quiet. Ramy had approached slowly like a stalking cat. Without pause, his slow movement continued with his hand on her butt cheek. He had a big cherry sized stud on a ring. His fingers softly squeezed her ass. They dug lines into the flesh. Folds were created. Sawyer reached out with his index finger and only held the tip of his finger against Kim's butt. "What kind of gay ass grab is that, Sawyer?" asked Ramy. "I dunno. I'm simply taking in the sensation of what it feels like to feel a butt. It's rather soft. It's kind of erotic to see the curve. However, it's a little awkward to think about what passes through this on a daily basis." "Sawyer, the way you talk explains, why you never catch any tail. Give her a little slap." "Oh, no, slapping is a denigrating act." "Sawyer, she likes it!" Sawyer bit his lips. He stretched his arm back to take a swing at her butt. There wasn't much sound, but Kim squealed 'ouch.' Ramy shook his head. "You don't know anything." Ramy's index finger trailed underneath her butt. He reached the index finger into the hidden part under her crotch and painted it outside. "This is the smile of the butt. You notice the upwards curve that I drew. You want to slap up." Ramy slightly cupped his hands as if to hold a pigeon. Then, he slapped Kim upwards just above the smile. Kim's butt cheek flew up and the opposite side rippled a little as well. "Try this." "That was well done," added Kim. Sawyer focused sternly. His small black coal like eyes grew even tinier. He stiffly forced the slap up. The slap landed with a loud slap and sting. Kim hissed through her teeth. "Sawyer, if you hit her flat, it'll sting, because it's like a belly flop into the pool. Cup your hand like this. Then, take a step to the side, so that you can properly swing the arm." Ramy demonstrated by stepping back, throwing his arm with a long controlled swing, and a twist in his hips like a golfer. It wasn't much of a hit. It was more a sensual lift of her buttock to make everything in her back jiggle. "It's supposed to feel good and make her feel movement all around her butt, outside, inside, next to her perineum, in her pussy." Sawyer tried again. He swung. He was too focused on his hip twist. The hand missed. His fingers barely grazed her butt and that off target. His fingers slipped up in between the cheeks. He shuddered for a moment in horror at having potentially gotten close to her pooper. Ramy shook his head. "Try this," Ramy kneeled down. With both hands, he swiftly tapped the ass cheek on his side like a percussion drum. "It's like a vibrator." Sawyer got on his knees as well. The stone tiles were hard to kneel on. They both double-handedly drummed on her butt. Kim's voice vibrated, when she said, "I can't believe you guys are using me to practice butt slapping. No black people would ever do this. You white people are different." Ramy looked up at the dress that was tape up and her curly braids. He took in the brown skin. His hands wrapped around her thighs for a moment to steady himself, as he was now squatting low. "Did you hear that?" Ramy looked at Sawyer with a mock question mark in his face. "That was Kim talking," said Sawyer matter of fact. Ramy grabbed both of her ass checks and moved them together in sync with his lips mocking Kim's tone: "black people don't do this. But, I'm talking about of my ass." Kim stomped her foot and yelled, "stop making my ass talk." Ramy continued, "can I tap this?" "No, you can't. You only get to handle my ass with your hands." Ramy sat back and starred at her ass. Sawyer exclaimed, "oh, if you don't mind, I'd be curious to isolate your butt muscles." He started feeling her butt to find the edge of glutus maximus. Kim made her stance comfortable to follow the sensation of her butt being manipulated. Her face had become sweaty and relaxed from surrendering to the sensual stimulation. Sawyer's touch was very pokey and scientific. She snuck enjoyment out of the feeling, when her ass got a little pulled apart from her asshole or when something pulled her vagina a little bit. The lull of the midday heat calmed everyone down. Sawyer kept poking and searching every square inch. When he found gluteus minimus, he got excited and insisted on taking Ramy's finger to put it right at the edge of the muscle and make it trail it. Blood was streaming into her pussy. It was kind of like being at the doctor and getting a pelvic exam. There are always deeply sensual feelings for the intimate touch, yet one has to suppress it. Here with the prolonged examination, her suppression walls came down. She started to enjoy the warmth of the touch. Her boyfriend interrupted the quiet time with the crack of a whip in the air. It was a black leather flocker with a dozen leather strands. "Jesus," exclaimed, "Sawyer. Is that a real whip?" Ramy took the whip out of the boyfriend's hand without a word. He stood to the side of her butt. The boyfriend quickly grabbed his hand. "You have to feel it, before you flog someone else. That way, you don't hurt them." "You want Sawyer to flog me?" "Yeah, he'll do." Ramy turned around and gave Sawyer the flogger." "Stop, it has to be on bare skin to match your target," insisted the boyfriend. Ramy pulled his pants down. "Oh, I wanna see," exclaimed Kim. Her bubbly enthusiasm had returned. Her boyfriend reached out with his bare feet and pressed her butt against the wall to make it impossible. "This is for our enjoyment. You get to pick an initiation rite for us later. And, then it's your show." Her hips grind against the white painted brick wall. Her chest was pressed against it. Little pieces of dry paint crumbled and stuck to her dress. Ramy screamed at the hit of the flogger. Sawyer bundled up in a fetal position standing and dropped the flogger. Ramy grabbed the flogger and pulled down Saywer's board shorts to give him a lashing. Kim couldn't see. Only her feverish imagination painted out the two guys running around the pool with their butts sticking out trying to whip each other. She giggled and loved it. The boys settled down and gave each other well probing flogger slaps. Eventually satisfied with the degrees of thrust and relative harmlessness of the adult toy, Sawyer approached her butt first. He let the flogger circle in the air with a low hum. Kim squirmed her hips closer to the wall to get her butt cheeks out of the way. Sawyer beamed that "anticipation was the worst part of torture." He made a quick flick left and right of her butt. Kim mistook the change in wind tune as the signal for her first hit. She desperately jumped against the wall. Even though with her hands tied above her, she could not climb the wall, her body still looked like it was trying to crawl up the wall. Bam, the first flap landed on her butt. Each of the twelve strands made a thud. Kim called out questioning, "that's it?" With the force distributed over such a large surface, it did not have much of a sting. It was mostly just bouncing her ass. It was a feeling of cool air, that the strands pulled behind them. Sawyer rotated the whip in a quick circle. The hits lapped her ass like a brush in a car wash. "I have seen this in a medieval torture documentary." Kim surrendered to her butt being pummeled. Her butt had never felt so alive with sensation. She was so aware of all the areas in her butt, the naughty area near her anus, the big, full feeling of her main muscle, the slightly ticklish areas on the side of her butt. "Wow, I'm tied up in a backyard and get my ass whipped by not just two guys, but three. I never thought that I'd be so kinky." Her voice was a little too loud. Her shoulders shrugged and she quietly asked, "Did the neighbors hear that?" "Ah, forget about them. The houses are so well space here that they don't hear that level of noise," added her boyfriend. "Well, then, we have only one area of your butt left to play with," added Ramy. His big hands pulled her butt cheeks apart. Her anus was exposed. It was the center of tiny wrinkles. The skin on the sphincter was pitch black. Like all the features of her body were elongated, her anus wasn't a perfect circle. It was more like a slot the length of a quarter. Kim danced her butt around. Her feet were kicking around. She resisted. Ramy held her butt firmly against the wall. His right hand slipped. She got away for a little bit. However, she was only spinning from her suspended hands. He corralled her like a wild mare and pushed her butt cheeks open again. In Kim's head, having her ass hang out was sort of not much more than going to the beach with a bikini. A thong bikini pretty much exposed the whole ass. And, so far her ass cheeks had been sticking together to provide her with a similar privacy. However, having her asshole exposed to them, was naughty, sexual, and just over the line. Her boyfriend grabbed her ankle. The Achilles tendon stood out. Her skin on the foot was soft. With one leg locked down, she tried to push with her other foot back to push Ramy away. Her foot pressed against his chest, bell, and even face. He kind of liked her foot in his face. He took a swift inhale to smell the slightly buttery aroma of her foot. Rope loop after rope loop went around her ankle. Her legs got pulled apart by horizontal rope that was tied around two big plant plantars quite a bit away. Ramy leaned forward to smell her butthole without touching it. There was the rancid smell of her anus. He could also smell the slightly fishy aroma of her pussy from a little pussy juice having stirred over the whole treatment, dried, and a little later another small dripping coming out. It was such a naughty smell that went straight to the limbic brain. Ramy gently felt his finger in a circle around her anus. Then, he swiftly tapped a few times on the center of her asshole. "Gonna tap that." Kim's sphincter was pulled super tight in an effort to protect her from invasion. Her boyfriend looked on to take in her calamity and see the other man play with her ass cherry. A thumb pressed down on the muscle of her anus and kneaded it gently. With all the tension in her ass, every pressing felt good, tension relieving. In a moment of abandon, her muscles puckered a little relaxed and she tightened them immediately again. Ramy patiently kneaded her anus muscles in a circle. Sawyer joined in gingerly. Wherever Sawyer found a free spot, he'd put his skinny nervous finger. Kim could tell them apart easily, as the fingers chased each other around her anus. Minutes passed. Kim let down her anal guard. She felt Ramy slipping in a bit. It was only a millimeter. It hadn't even slipped in really. Yet, to her it felt very deep inside. She gasped. Her asshole had so many nerve endings that her mind was stimulated so well. Her eyes were half closed. She saw colors and lights chasing each other. She slumbered into a trance like state. Ramy's finger got half way in, or so it felt to her. He was only in two millimeters now. He was probing in between the massage how far she had relaxed. The sensation on her pussy was strange. She did not feel aroused in a sexual way. Yet, slick, slippery pussy juices pulling at her pussy opening. She could feel a drop form and threaten to roll down the inside of her thigh. She felt alerted about being exposed as sexually aroused. No, not really, the trance like anal massage gave her an alert that was clear in her mind, yet only deep inside her mind. Her whole body was too relaxed to act on it. The drop of pussy juice was almost running down. It happened. It ran down. Maybe, they thought that it was simply sweat. They were all sweaty. She felt a cool liquid at her ass. The sensation overwhelmed her for a moment. Both fingers that had been crawling around were now even more vivid and more sensitive. The cool, slick liquid was spread around her anus and inside. Ramy's finger slipped inside of her. She gasped. It was so easy to get in. Before every millimeter deeper had felt like a mile. And, with the grease, the finger had slipped in all the way so smoothly. Her hands tried to reach her butt. However, she was only jerking on the rope above her. She tried to move her feet. She was tied spread eagle with barely a wiggle room. The finger moved in and out of her outside of her control. She just had to let it happen. She had to let happen all these feelings of guilt about pooping, about not holding it in. Her mind was so well trained to always constrict the ass or something really embarrassing would happen. I mean, who has ever pooped in public. It's a big fear. Now, she had to let a thing go in and out of her ass. She struggled with all those feelings of guilt. And, then there was the intensity of feelings. There was so much to feel inside of her ass and at the entrance. And, boy, her pussy got wetter and wetter. It was a weird wet. She wasn't turned on like having sex. However, she got wet, like a mouth of a dog gets wet, when the dog is hungry. That sole drop that had escaped her pussy and run out its load along the inside of her thigh was joined by another dozen drops. Each drop filled her with anxiety about being exposed as in some unfamiliar way being totally turned on. By now, her inside thigh was sticky wet. It could no longer be explained away as merely sweating. "She's fucking my finger," smirked Ramy. Without realizing it, her body had joined the upward motion of the finger with a downward motion. Her face burned with embarrassment at having succumbed to pleasure of fucking her boyfriend's friend's finger. Though, the heat was in her loins. She thought that somehow, if she kept her eyes closed, nobody could tell. She just wanted to stoke that feeling in her belly. Her thighs were tingling with a building orgasm. It was a lack or excess of oxygen, because her breaths had turned short and audibly panting. There was too much of a rush around her heart to be able to breathe calmly. Ramy stopped his piston movement. He realized that he was sexually toying with his friend's girl. It had gone beyond hazing. His finger was still inside her. Kim cried out, "Sawyer put your damn finger in. I want to feel both of you." Sawyer wiggled his index finger in between Ramy's index and middle finger. "Oh, god, she thought, I'm ass fucking that nerd." Everything went into a blur in her head. Her head was in rage like a wicked witch, she forgot about politeness, proper behavior, consequences. Her mind was singularly focused on stroking that feeling inside of her ass to grow stronger. She pushed her ass up and down the three fingers. She loved the sensation of the base of the fingers stretching her out more. She loved getting to the finger tips, when they were almost out, because she could rush her anal sphincter down over them and get the whole feeling of being re-entered over and over. With a sultry, low, raunchy voice, she demanded for her boyfriend to kiss her. Her voice was filled with breathing and her insides quivering viscerally. She swallowed his tongue. Overcome with the wetness of his mouth, she dove into his mouth fully. And, her ass exploded a heat that stretched out her loins and down her thighs. She came down shivering, exhausted, out of breath, pumped up. Now, her whole body was sweaty and her pussy juices on her thigh was camouflaged again. However, everyone knew that she had fucked the shit out of those fingers. So, there was no covering up, except for her boyfriend undoing the duct tape. He knew that coming down, the guilt and embarrassment would set in. He hugged her warmly. They all hugged each other in a group hug, while carefully lifting three fingers away from the shoulders and faces. --------------------------- Credit to Alex_likes_Butts and his story "Her Ass Is Used By Friends." The theme inspired me to make a second re-write.