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Kiss My Ass

By: sojournerwolf



Terese sipped her drink and watched the party flow about her with hooded green eyes. Cheri slipped up beside her and put an arm about her waist.

"How're you doing, girlfriend?"

Terese looked at her friend since college. "This party sucks."

Cheri's eyes widened. "I thought it was rockin'. I've seen you chatting with at least half a dozen guys tonight."

The young blonde yawned. "If you mean by chatting, listening to them tell me how their favorite music groups rule, or what they can do with their cocks, or what they want ME to do with their cocks, yeah. Personally, I prefer conversation that has a little more substance to it than that." She took another drink. "Damn, if sometimes I don't wish I DID swing both ways."

Cheri grinned, "Hey, don't go getting any ideas like that unless I'm around. I've got dibs on you, you know."

Terese laughed. "Yeah, you will be the first to know." Her eyes roamed the room restlessly, came to a halt and narrowed. "Who left the old folks’ home door open tonight?"

Cheri's eyes followed Terese's glance. "Oh, him? That's one of Carly's buds from work. Devon, Darrin? Something like that." She grinned. "I think he's kind of cute."

"Yeah," Terese snorted, "if you like antiques."

"Ah, c'mon. He's not THAT old."

"He could be your father, Cheri...or my grandfather."

"Thanks," Cheri said dryly. "C'mon, let's load up again."

The two young women wormed their way through the crowd to the drinks’ table. Terese found herself standing next to the old man. She had to admit he did not look half bad. Tall, long hair--mostly silver grey--tied back in a tail that dangled between his shoulder blades, his body beneath the tight black t-shirt showed no fat, but hinted at ridged gut and hard pectorals.

"'scuse me, gramps," Terese said as she edged her way towards the rum and Coca-Cola.

The man turned slowly to her, his eyes a piercing blue. "I beg your pardon?"

Terese smiled sweetly at him and poured herself a drink. "Aren't you up kind of late? I thought you old types needed your rest."

Cheri watched, amused. She had seen Terese in this mode before and it usually rendered whomever she turned her savage wit on impotent in speech and, Cheri suspected, other ways.

Damn, no wonder the girl never gets more than one date with the same guy, Cheri thought.

The old man chuckled. "Why, it's still early for the big boys and girls. Do your parents know you're still out?"

Terese's lips thinned. "Beats the hell out of me. Why? Someone appoint you chaperone this evening?"

"No," the man admitted. "But the cops tend to frown on minors out after curfew. Sure you wouldn't prefer some milk and cookies and a bedtime story to that?" He nodded towards her drink.

"Hey," Terese shot back, flipping her ponytail. "I'm not a minor."

Oh, shit, here it comes, thought Cheri. Terese's pertly petite looks had long been the bane of her existence, making her appear years younger than she actually was. She watched the flush crawl up Terese's face.

"Hmm," the man mused. "Could have fooled me."

"I don't imagine that's very difficult to do for someone on the edge of senility," Terese shot back as she tossed off her drink.

"Hey, babe, you keep tossing them down like that and you are going to end up a puddle on the floor. Unless of course, you aren't potty trained yet, then you'll have to go find someone to change your diaper."

"My name is not "babe", Terese stated as she fixed another drink. "It is Terese. Got that? Terese."

"And I'm Devon," the man said, holding out his hand.

Terese stared at his hand like it was some sort of faintly disgusting small animal. "So, who gives a flying fuck?"

"Oh, how cute," Devon exclaimed in a mock old aunt voice. "She not only knows the word, she can use it in a sentence. The wonders of modern education."

The booze starting to hit her, Terese rocked back on her heels a moment, then stated slowly and succinctly, "Why don't you just kiss my ass?"

Devon grinned. "Drop your drawers."

Cheri noticed the group of people around them had grown larger, watching the exchange with amusement.

Her friend, on the other hand, did not seem to be aware of the attention she had drawn. "You don't think I would," she accused.

He grinned, but said nothing.

Terese stared at him a moment, then pushed her way out of the people around them, spilling a little of her drink. Cheri followed and finally caught up with her near the door. Behind them, they could hear the laughter and faint cheers as the party continued.

"Terese honey..."

"That son of a bitch. Who the hell does he think he is to make me look like a fool in front of all these people?"

Cheri bit her lip, trying very hard not to let her amusement show. Terese with a few drinks in her needed no help looking like a fool. 

"Well, two can play at that game," Terese declared. She finished her drink and took Cheri's, downed it and headed back into the room.

Devon was sitting on a low divan, talking with two guys and a girl when Terese marched over to him.

"Hey, asshole," she called.

Devon turned to look. Terese grabbed the waistband of her jeans and yanked them down, turning her firm, pink ass towards him.

Silence fell over the people while the music continued to play.

"Well," taunted Terese. "What are you waiting for? Can't you see it without your bifocals?"

Devon levered himself off the divan and walked over to her. He put his hand on the smooth mound and lightly squeezed. 

"Hey," Terese said, "kiss and get it over with. Don't need to be putting your hands all over the merchandise."

Devon kneeled behind her, throwing a grin over his shoulder.

"And I said," he reminded her as he put his fingers in the waist band of her thong and pulled it down suddenly, "drop your drawers."

Terese started to straighten up with a cry of indignation, but Devon's strong hand upon her back kept her in place. She felt his hot breath caress her buttocks as his finger reached between her legs to lightly trace her cunt. His tongue slowly drew a moist trail down the crack of her ass. Her body trembled with the rush of heat building within her. She tried to struggle, to get away from the fingers stroking along the channel between her inner and outer lips. But the more she fought it, the greater the desire that rose in her. She could feel her juices seeping onto those long, knowing fingers.

Devon’s mouth began to make a slow spiral around her buttocks, lightly biting. His fingers rolled Terese’s clitoris between them, moving up and down the stem to the aching bulb at the end. Very gradually, he began to prise her inner lips apart as his lips moved closer, ever closer to the dark rosette of her anus.

Terese felt her knees about to buckle when the old man’s breath teased the fine airs surrounding her tight asshole. His tongue flickered there once, twice, a third time. Then, with coordinated ease, he slipped his finger into Terese’s cunt as his tongue glided into her ass.

Her knees did fold then, but he eased her down to a kneeling position gently. His tongue probed and explored her spicy rectum with the air of a connoisseur savoring exquisite escargot. He slid another finger into her, and yet another filling her tightness with fingers that did not just move in and out, but caressed, reached, teased the inner ruby of her special spot until Terese felt she was about to pass out with delirious ecstasy.

Though she had read about rimming and talked it over with friends in late night chat sessions, with giggles, she had never thought the experience would amount to much of anything. Yet the moistness of Devon’s tongue in her anus, the way the nimble muscle teased her into ever stronger lust, felt incredible especially with his counter rhythm of fingers inside and outside her pussy.

Around them, Terese could barely make out a murmur of noise, not talk, but something else. Evidently others had taken a cue from the impromptu sex show and begun experimenting with a few variations of their own. Not that Terese cared…she wanted more, much, much more of Devon’s tongue, his hands, his cock.

Whimpering, she pushed her ass closer to his face only to feel that wonderful mouth disappear. Yet, it was but a moment and he was back. Terese shuddered with delight as she felt the silky flesh of his hard knob stroking along her cunt from behind. She arched her back, exposing the fullness of her swollen lips. 

Devon did not keep her waiting. His strong hands on her hips guided her back onto his shaft. Terese groaned; it seemed like there was no end to that thick, hard dick as she slid backwards for what seemed an eternity until she could feel the scratch of his pubic hair on her ass, his balls swinging just slightly to touch her body, the heat of his hips against her.

He is so damn BIG, Terese thought, her tight inner muscles strained to take in his full throbbing length. She squirmed against him, wishing there was more.

Then, suddenly, Cheri’s face was before hers, eyes bright with desire, face a glowing flush. Cheri put her hand in Terese’s hair and drew their lips together. Terese had long resisted Cheri’s bi-sexual tendencies, but the fever upon her wanted only to be fed and the body did not care from where came the fuel. Terese kissed Cheri back, hard, their lips parting, tongues slipping together in joyous dance of exploration. 

Devon slowly drew himself almost all the way out as he watched Cheri and Terese kiss. He watched, with only his cock head still within Terese as Cheri pulled off her blouse and held her breast up to Terese’s mouth. When Terese took the firm, pink bud between her lips, Devon rammed his throbbing meat into Terese, hard and fast and fully. He grinned as Both Terese moaned, and Cheri gasped at Terese’s sudden, involuntary deep sucking of her friend’s nipple.

Terese sucked Cheri’s breast as if drowning and trying to find air. Cheri writhed beneath Terese’s savage assault on her breasts. She broke away at last and stood, stripping off her jeans and thong. Sliding under Terese, she opened her legs to Terese’s lips, even as her own reached to find her friend’s cunt and the long, pulsing prick that filled it.

Though she had never before licked a woman’s cunt, Terese knew what SHE liked. And as Devon’s dick began to move in and out of her in rhythmic long strokes, she began licking Cheri in those special places only women know. Feeling each delicious shudder of her friend as she would find another, Terese gave full and careful attention to the way her tongue moved. There, just beside and a little above the base of Cheri’s clit, Terese discovered just barely touching it with her tongue sent her friend into a frenzy. And here, lightly sucking her way back and forth along the short stem of Cheri’s clit could cause her friend to all but scream with anguished pleasure.

Cheri felt she was going insane. She had felt desire for Terese ever since they were college roommates. Yet, she had respected her friends wishes “not to swing that way”. 

Why did I wait so long, Cheri wondered as she let her lips move along Devon’s dick and onto Terese’s swollen clit. Cheri probed between the meat of the man and the soft inner lips of the woman, thrusting her tongue deeper as Devon moved into Terese. Cheri moved her head and brought her lips to Devon’s scrotum, sucking his balls one at a time as he began plunging into Terese faster and harder. Terese’s tongue on Cheri’s cunt became like a last, then a bolt of lightning as she rammed it deep into her friend’s twat. Cheri felt herself teetering on the brink of orgasm, even as she felt the throbbing rhythm of Devon’s penis jump tempo, begin to spasm. 

Terese raised her head and cried out in the throes of pure mind blowing pleasure when Cheri’s lips found her clit once more and sucked it in even as she felt Devon ram into her so hard she almost was lifted off the floor. Her body quivered with release, feeling his hot jism spurt into her, forceful spurts of white hot heat as his hands gripped her ass and he shuddered his own delight against her.

And that was just the beginning. Time and again, Terese found other hands, other lips, other bodies pressed to her. She drank cum from men and women she did not even know, felt their tongues and cocks enter her as her tongue probed the new delights of female joy. Cheri also made the acquaintance of strangers on an intimate level and with Devon first experienced that peculiar delight of slowly taking a slick, hard cock deep into her ass.

When morning came, Terese and Cheri woke in each other’s arms among the scattered pillows and blankets that had been thrown on the floor. Terese woke to Cheri’s lips upon hers, and the sleepy smile of her friend.

“Damn,” was all Terese could say.

Cheri chuckled; she had never known her friend to be at a loss for words. But then again, could understand her tongue might be tired. She noticed Terese looking around.

“He’s gone,” Terese said. “Shit.”

“You mean Devon?”

“Yeah,” Terese asked. “You’d have thought he would have at least said good-bye.”

Cheri grinned. “Oh, but don’t you remember? He did say good-bye. In the best possible way.”

Terese’s eyes widened as she remembered the last encounter with Devon. He had picked her up by the ass and held her in mid air while fucking her until she felt she was flying.

Cheri ran her hand over Terese’s smooth back and stopped just short of her buttocks. She giggled.

“What?”

Cheri rolled over onto her back and laughed long and hard. Terese wondered if for a moment her friend had gone crazy. When Cheri could speak again, she gasped out, “Go look in the bathroom mirror.”

Terese jumped up and all but ran to the bathroom. She looked at her firm, well loved body still glowing from the night’s pleasures and frowned. What was it that had sent Cheri into such gales of laughter.

Then, turning, she saw on her right buttock a mark. Grabbing a hand mirror she held it so she could read better.

5555-0655 was written in magic marker and the words: Call me, Devon. P.S. Damn, girl, you might just make me believe in Viagra.

Terese laughed as she left the bathroom to gather up her friend. Maybe later they might just go do a little window shopping at the antique stores.

Kiss My Ass



It had been a good night. Although I generally dislike being the third wheel, I usually enjoy going out with my roommate Kyle and his girlfriend Shannon. We always have fun, even if we do tend to drink a little too much and this night was no exception. 

"I'm telling you, she wanted you!" Shannon said, giving me a playful punch on the shoulder. "You should have talked to her! 

"Whatever," I answered, fumbling with my keys. 

"Hurry up and open the damn door!" Kyle slurred impatiently. "I think I'm going to be sick again!" 

Shannon stuck her bottom lip out in mock sympathy and patted her drunken boyfriend on the head. 

"Awww, poor baby," she purred. "Did you drink a little too much?" 

We all knew the answer to that question, as Kyle had already puked twice since we left the bar. In fact, it looked like number three was on its way. 

As soon as I opened the door, Kyle pushed past me, holding his hand over his mouth and charging straight for the bathroom. Me and Shannon exchanged amused looks as my roommate could be heard puking his guts out in our bathroom. 

"Seriously," she began. "You really should have talked to that girl." 

I just shook my head. Shannon was always trying to hook me up with girls on our little outings, but for the most part I end up talking to her. It was like she was just one of the guys. I could talk to her about anything, which is more than I could say for most females. 

"Maybe you should have put in a good word for me," I said slumping down on the couch. 

"Maybe you should get your balls re-attached!" she countered with a smile. 

Just then we heard the toilet flush as Kyle stumbled out of the bathroom, wiping his mouth. 

"You okay baby?" Shannon asked as her boyfriend turned and made his way to his bedroom. 

"Well, goodnight," I said standing up from my comfy seat. 

Shannon turned and looked at me with a confused expression. 

"What do you mean "Goodnight"? She asked. "You and I are going to have another drink!" 

"Aren't't you tired?" I asked, running my hands through my hair. 

"The night is still young," she countered. "Unless you're not up to it." 

"Oh, I'm up to it!" 

"Good. Then get me a drink!" 

Shannon dropped onto the couch as I went to the fridge. As I was searching for something with alcohol in it, I heard Kyle's door shut. I knew he was out for the night. 

"Hey, you have scrabble!" Shannon exclaimed, noticing the game sitting on top of the TV. 

"Yeah. So." 

"Let's play." 

"Seriously?" 

"Yes! Why, are you scared?" 

I laughed. 

"If you beat me at scrabble," I said. "I'll kiss your ass!" 

"I'll hold you to that," Shannon said, taking the game off the TV. "Now where's my drink?" 

"Is wine okay?" I asked. "It's all we have." 

"Red or White?" 

"Red." 

"Sure, let's have it." 

A few minutes later Shannon and I were sitting on the living room floor around a Scrabble board, each with a glass of wine. She had always been kind of a flirt, although she was being especially flirty that night, with plenty of sexual innuendos. I had always been attracted to Shannon, although I had never even thought about making a move on her. After all, she was my best friend's girlfriend. However, I couldn't't deny the fact that she turned me on. With her light brown hair and glowing green eyes, she could enchant any man. Her perfect facial features were complimented by a firm, athletic but petite body that I was beginning to fantasize about having pressed up against me. Her figure was exemplified by her choice of clothing that night. As if to torture me, and any other heterosexual male that laid eyes on her, she was wearing a pair of those tight black yoga pants that all the young women seem to have these days. The pants were sitting low enough on her hips to allow a few glimpses of T-bar and a bit of tanned midsection. The pants were complimented by a matching top that showcased her modest, but firm breasts. 

About three glasses of wine later, Shannon was severely kicking my ass. I looked down at her as she lay on her side with her head in her hand, studying her game pieces, looking cuter every minute. 

"There," she said triumphantly, putting two tiles down on the board to form the word "rim". 

"Is that the best you got?" I asked with a sneer. 

Shannon raised her brows as she looked up at me in surprise. 

"What's the score again buddy?" She asked with a sexy smile. 

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled, studying my own pieces. 

After a moment of contemplation, I added a "j", "o" and a "b" onto her last word. 

Shannon looked at the word I had just formed and then rolled over, her nubile young body, shaking with laughter. 

"I don't think that one's in the dictionary," she said, rolling back onto her stomach, causing her hair to fall in front of her face. 

"Well, it should be!" I countered before gulping down the last of my wine. 

Shannon brushed the hair out of her face and bit her lip as if she was thinking about something. 

"What's up?" I asked. Laying down on the floor next to her. 

"Have you ever done it?" 

"Done what?" 

"Given a girl a...rimjob?" 

Even though we often talked about sex, I was a little surprised at Shannon's question. 

"Uh, yeah actually. I have. Why?" 

"Just curious. I've always wondered it would feel like." 

"I imagine it feels pretty good," I said. "I haven't had any complaints anyway." 

"I bet. I like when a guy plays with my ass, but I've never been able to ask anyone to lick it." 

I was starting to get very turned on, so I decided to change the subject. Shannon let the subject drop as well and we continued with our game. 

A few minutes later Shannon placed her last tile and was victorious. 

"Ha, ha," she mocked. "And I thought you would be a challenge." 

I responded by tossing a handful of Scrabble tiles at her as I stood up headed for my room. 

"Hey, wait a minute!" She shouted. "What about my prize?" 

"Excuse me?" I asked, turning to face her. 

Shannon turned around, and stuck her ass out, pointing to it with her finger. 

"Pucker up buddy!" 

I sighed, and dropped my head, pretending to be disapointed, although the prospect of kissing Shannon's perfect ass was anything but a punishment in my mind. 

I shuffled over to her as she stood with her hands on her hips and a superior look on her beautiful face. 

"On your knees!" She commanded, trying to sound dominant. 

I did as I was told, dropping to my knees before her. Shannon let out a giggle as she turned around presenting me with her delicious hind section. Slowly, I moved my mouth towards it, willing and able to offer a kiss. 

"Wait," she said suddenly. 

I froze just inches away from Shannon's ass, and looked upwards, more than a little confused. 

She looked back over her shoulder smiling as she tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and slowly peeled them down her firm, tanned ass. I swallowed hard as my dick began to grow at the site before me. Her ass was flawless. Two tanned globes of succulent flesh seperated by a very thin strip of silky black fabric that was tucked firmly between her firm cheeks. I could barely tear my eyes away to look up at her her smiling face, which had a few strands of hair dangling in front of her sexy green eyes. 

"Well? What are you waiting for?" 

With that, I leaned in and pressed my lips against her smooth skin, letting them linger for just a few seconds before pulling away. 

"How's that?" I asked looking back up. 

"Ummmmm," Shannon said, placing her hands on her hips. "I think you can do better." 

I smiled to myself. 

"Okay then," I said, reaching up to grab her by the hips. "You asked for it." 

I leaned in and kissed her again, this time closer to the tiny strip of fabric of her g-string. I let my lips touch her skin longer, even daring to let my tongue contact her tasty skin. 

"Better, but still not good enough," she said, bending over a little farther, putting her hands on the arm of the couch for support. 

Again I kissed Shannon's ass, this time running my tongue up her crack along her g-string, tickling the sides of each of her perfect ass cheeks. I could hear her moaning softly. 

"Here", she said. "Let me help you." 

My eyes widened and my dick grew another inch as Shannon reached back and pulled her skimpy underwear out of her ass, exposing herself fully to my view. I was now just inches away from my best friend's girlfriend's asshole! I struggled to contain myself as my grip tightened on her small hips. She gently pried apart her taut cheeks and I moved in. 

Shannon's head flew back and a long, sexy moan escaped her lips as my wet tongue touched her tiny little hole. 

"Oh my God!" She groaned as my tongue moved in small circles, tracing her tight muscular ring. "Yeah, Lick it! Lick it!" 

I needed no prompting as I enclosed her hole with my lips, pressing my tongue hard against the most private area on her body. I started to lick up and down, swabbing her asshole with long wet strokes as she put her hand between her legs. I knew she was playing with her pussy and that only further encouraged me to continue my relentless oral assault on Shannon's tight little ass. 

She started to moan louder and suddenly I became worried about Kyle waking up. 

"Shhh," I said, trying to get her to be quiet. 

Shannon just reached back and grabbed my hair, pulling me back into her heavenly ass. 

"Don't worry," she said gasping, as I resumed eating her asshole. "He's out for good." 

That was good enough for me and I increased the intensity of my licking. I even tried to shove my tongue inside her, which I could tell she was into. 

I wiggled my tongue up her ass as she feverishly worked over her own clit with her nimble little fingers. I began to move my head back and forth, fucking her tight little butthole with my tongue. 

"Ohfuckofuckohfuck!" Shannon gasped, as the tempo of her moving fingers increased to superhuman proportions. 

Suddenly her asshole clenched around my tongue and her body convulsed violently. I smiled to myself, knowing that I had just helped give Shannon one hell of a climax. 

"Oh... my... God!" She said between labored breaths. "That was amazing." 

"Glad you liked it," I said standing up. 

Shannon turned to face me, her pants still around her knees. 

"I want to do it to you." 

My mouth dropped open. 

"What?" I stammered. 

"Let me return the favour," she said staring at me with her penetrating green eyes. 

"You don't have to do that..." 

"I want to." 

I had no idea what to do. 

"Bend over," she said in a cute little voice, biting her lip. 

I turned and assumed the positition that Shannon had previously occupied, placing my hands on the arm of the couch. I swallowed hard as Shannon moved behind me. My arms were trembling with anticipation as she reached around and undid my pants. She then pulled them down my legs and I kicked them away. Shannon lowered herself downwards, her small delicate hands roaming all over my ass as she assumed a kneeling position behind me. I swallowed hard as she curled her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down over my hips. Soon I could feel her hot breath on my bare skin as she planted a soft kiss on my lower back. She followed that one up with another kiss as she moved down to the top of my ass crack, pulling my boxers down farther. I could feel her hot little tongue darting in between my cheeks as Shannon yanked my underwear completely off. 

Needless to say I felt more than a little exposed standing in my well lit living room naked with my ass in the face of my roommate's girl. At that moment I was glad I had consumed as much wine as I had, for it had decreased my inhibitions considerably. 

Shannon placed her hands on my ass and gently spread my cheeks apart. A second later I felt her tongue sliding down my ass working its way toward its final destination. At first she licked at my asshole tentatively, with short flickering movements, but soon began giving me long, lewd licks from the base of my balls all the way up to my tailbone. I looked back between my legs to see her hand back at work between her legs, so I helped out by reaching back and spreading my ass cheeks. Shannon started moaning into my ass as she licked with renewed lust. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, wishing that I could see this beautiful girl tonguing my asshole. 

"Put your leg up," Shannon suggested, giving me a playful slap on the ass. 

I did as I was told, putting my foot up on the arm of the couch, exposing myself even more. As I reached down to slowly stroke my dick I couldn't help by be amazed by the degree of Shannon's nastieness. 

"That's more like it," she purred, planting a soft kiss right on my asshole. I groaned in pleasure, which only encouraged her. 

Shannon's tongue massaged my hole as she brought her hand up to massage my balls. It felt so good, I had to stop touching my dick. I was sure I didn't want to end out little session early. 

By the way she was moaning, one would think that it was her getting the rimjob, but Shannon was genuinely enjoying herself. 

"Let's try something different," she said pulling her tongue from my asshole. 

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, eager to get her tongue back on my ass. 

I then watched as Shannon layed down on the floor, sweeping the Scrabble tiles out of the way. 

"Sit on my face." 

I was ready for anything so of course I complied, walking over and standing over Shannon's prone body. I looked down to see her smiling up at me. 

"Come on," she prompted. "Give it to me." 

I began to bend my knees, lowering myself down to Shannon's waiting mouth. I actually placed my asshole right onto her lips as her tongue once again darted out and licked at my rim. It was too much to handle, and I grabbed ahold of my cock and began to stroke it as her tongue poked its way into my ass. I reached down and grabbed Shannon's hair as I started to gently bounce up and down. She stiffened her tongue as best she could so that with each rise and fall of my hips, her tongue would slide a little farther into my ass. I was in heaven! 

I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, as I stroked my cock and bounced up and down on Shannon's tongue. 

"I'm going to cum soon!" I stammered. 

"Quick, bend over!" Shannon ordered, pushing me forward into a 69 position. "Cum in my hands." 

She was holding her hands in a cup-like position and licking my ass as I continued to jerk my cock . My knees were on either side of her head and her arms were reaching around my legs. Soon I shuddered and unloaded a massive deluge of hot cum into Shannon's waiting hands. Gasping for a breath I let go of my dick and let my head drop. 

I was just about to get off Shannon's body, when she brought her cum filled hands back and began to smear my jism all over my freshly licked asshole. And then just when I thought she couldn't get any nastier, Shannon started to lick the cum from my ass. It was as if she was eating her last meal, the way she was licking and sucking up the cum from my asshole. It was dripping down onto her face and she was doing her best to catch as much as she could in her hungry mouth. 

A few minutes later, I rolled off Shannon's body to lay exhuasted and spent on the livingroom floor. Shannon rolled over on her side, propping her head up with her arm, flashing me a sexy smile, her lips still glistening with my cum. 

"You have pretty good tasting cum." She said, matter-of-factly. 

"Uh, thanks," I responded, suddenly feeling a little self conscious. After all, I was laying there naked in my livingroom with my roommate's girlfriend. 

I was just about to get up when Shannon leaned in and kissed me. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and I could taste my own cum on her lips as we made out. After a few seconds she pulled away, smiling. 

"Did you like it?" She asked. 

"Like what?" 

"Did you like me licking your asshole?" 

I was amazed at the boldness of her question. 

"Umm, yeah. It was great," I stammered. 

"Would you like to do more?" 

I cocked my head in her direction. 

"What did you have in mind? 

"Well, you've already had your tongue in my ass," She said with a smile. " Why don't you try putting something else in there?" 

What a night! I couldn't believe it! I had already had my roommate's girlfriend eat out my ass, and now she was actually asking me to fuck hers! 

I smiled back, but then looked down at my limp dick. 

"Oh, don't worry about that," Shannon said, crawling across the floor like a cat. "I think I can fix it." 

I was transfixed on those dark, sultry eyes peering out at me through her hair as she methodically moved her beautiful body to bring herself to me. Flashing me that mischievious smile I had grown to love, Shannon lowered her head to give my cock a small flick with her tongue. I was breathless with anticipation as she sat up and peeled off her tight little shirt to expose the rest of her even tighter body. She then placed her hands on my chest and pushed me onto my back. 

Taking my dick her her tiny hand, she lifted it and placed her mouth on my balls, letting her hot breath wash over my sensitive skin. She gingerly sucked them as her tongue swirled around and around. My dick was already starting to regain its former state, with Shannon looking into my eyes as her tongue licked at my balls. As good as it felt to have my balls licked, I wanted something else. I spread my legs. 

"I want you to lick my ass again," I muttered. 

"What?" She asked, looking up at me. 

"I want you to lick my ass." 

"Make me do it." 

"What?" 

"Make me! Force me to lick your asshole!" 

I reached down, grabbing a handful of Shannon's hair, jerking her head back as a huge grin appeared on her face. 

"Yesss," she hissed. 

With that, I put my knees up to my chest and pulled my her face into my ass. I looked down and stared into her sexy eyes, just peeking over my balls and fully erect dick, as her nimble little tongue flicked against my asshole. I tightened my grip on Shannon's hair and pulled her harder against me. Her eyes closed in pleasure and a she let out a long lustful moan as she forcfully injected her tongue into my ass. Overcome by the indescribable feeling of having a beautiful girl licking my hole, I let go of her hair and grabbed the underside of both knees, pulling my legs back farther. 

"Mmmm, I love licking your ass!" Shannon purred. "It makes me feel so dirty! I love feeing dirty!" 

"You are dirty baby!" I moaned as she resumed probing me with her little pink tongue. 

I noticed then that one of her hands was burried between her legs, her fingers up to the knuckle in her wet cunt. Eating my ass was really turning her on! 

By this time my dick was rock hard again, so Shannon pulled her heavenly mouth away from my ass, licking her way up my balls and over my shaft. Her tongue flickered around the head of my swollen cock before she parted her sweet lips and swallowed me down to the root. I watched in amazement as her lips slid down my thick shaft, taking me all the way into the back of her throat. She withdrew her mouth from my shaft, leaving my cock glistening with her saliva, as she wrapped one of her tiny hands around it. Her other hand then emerged, glistening with her own pussy juices. Shannon held it out for me to view. 

"Look," she said. "See how turned on I get by eating your asshole?" 

I nodded and smiled before she pressed one of her cum soaked fingers against my ass. She took my cock into her warm, wet mouth again as she stroked it with her hand, meanwhile sliding her wet finger into my asshole. 

"Oh my God!" I moaned, as she pushed it in up to the knuckle. 

Again she looked up into my eyes with her mouth around my dick, her tiny finger sliding in and out of my ass. It was a weird feeling to have something in my ass, but still very pleasureable when combined with her warm, wet mouth on my cock. 




Kiss My Ass



"You better be careful," I gasped. "You're going to make me come if you keep this up." 

Shannon pulled my dick from her mouth with a wet "pop", smiling devilishly. 

"Now we wouldn't want that, would we?" 

She then withdrew her finger from my ass and sat back. 

"How do you want to do it?" She asked. 

"Whatever you like," I responded. "It's up to you." 

Shannon leaned in, propping herself up on her hands in front of her. 

"I want you to fuck me like a dirty little dog," she hissed with a sexy smile. 

With that, my new found fuck friend spun and presented her tight little ass to me. She rested her elbows on the ground tilting her hips upwards giving me a glorious view of her little pink asshole. She then slipped a finger into her pussy, wetting it again with her sweet juices. Biting her bottom lip, she looked back over her shoulder and slipped the finger into her own ass. I was drooling at the delicious site of her finger being hugged by that tight asshole, and by the prospect that my cock would soon be taking its place. 

"Fuck me now Damon." She ordered, pulling her finger out of her hole. "Fuck my ass now." 

I inched forward on my knees and pressed my cock head against her tight rosebud. Shannon placed her face on the carpet and reached back, pulling her ass cheeks apart with both hands. I pushed forward gently, but failed to get my dick inside her. 

"Don't be so gentle," she said. "Shove it in! Shove your cock in my fucking asshole!" 

I pushed forward again, this time more forcefully, with success. Her tight puckered opening gave way and the head my my dick slipped inside. 

"Oh yeah," she moaned. "Deeper! I want your dick all the way up my ass!" 

I grasped her hips and slowly pushed again as my shaft disapeared into my roomate's girlfriend. Shannon tossed her head back and let out a long, low moan. Reaching out, I grabbed her hair and plunged my dick in all the way up to my balls. She responded by pushing back, her hungry asshole swallowing up my cock to the hilt. Looking back over her shoulder, she smiled at me and wiggled her ass with my dick firmly embedded within. 

"You are so fucking hot!" I gasped, gripping her pert little ass cheeks harder. 

Shannon then reached back and traced her finger around her stretched asshole feeling the shaft of my cock. I pulled back, allowing my dick to slowly emerge. 

"Mmmm," she moaned. "It feels soo good." 

I plunged back into the depths of Shannon's ass eliciting a high pitched squeal from her mouth. I was actually worried that we were going to wake up Kyle, so I reached out and clamped a hand over her mouth. I then started to fuck her ass harder, sliding my cock in and out of that tight little opening. 

Shannon moaned louder, but her voice was muffled by my hand. Frantically, she reached between her legs and began rubbing her clit. My balls were slapping against her pussy lips as I clamped my hand hard over her mouth. Her fingers started to work faster and faster as I sensed she was about to climax. 

"Are you going to cum you little slut?" I asked. 

"Mmm hmm", she answered, moaning into my hand. 

Then suddenly, Shannon let out a high pitched squeal and I could feel her tight asshole convulsing around my cock. The feeling was unbelievable as her ass gripped my shaft over and over. She burried her face in the carpet and rode out the remainder of her climax as I spread her ass cheeks apart to savour the view of my dick embedded in her tiny hole. 

Once her orgasm had subsided Shannon looked back over her shoulder at me with that sexy, cute face of hers. A strand of hair hung down over one eye as she smiled devilishly. She then dropped her mid-section downwards, making her ass stick farther into the air and giving me and even better view. She continued looking at me as she bit her lip and began to writhe her hips and flex her muscular asshole around my dick. Over and over she squeezed me with her ass, as if she was trying to milk the cum from my balls with her ass alone. 

"Oh my God!" I moaned. 

"Does that feel good?" she asked. 

"Fuck yes!" 

"Are you going to cum?" 

"Yes." 

I gripped her slender hips tightly and plowed hard into her butthole causing her small body to lurch forward across the carpet. 

"Where do you want it?" I asked as I began to feel myself reaching to point of no return. 

"In my ass baby!" she replied. "Fill my slutty little asshole with your cum Damon!" 

Shannon's words were more than I could take as I thrusted forward one final time spraying her insides with my juices. 

"Oh yessss," she moaned as I spurted inside her. "I can feel it! I can feel your cum in my ass!" 

After I finished emtying my load inside my roommate's girfriend, I pulled my cock free from the tight confines of her asshole and slumped back on the carpet. Shannon collapsed as well, a contented smile on her beautiful face. 

"Mmmm, that was sooo good!" She said reaching back to feel her abused asshole which now had a thin river of white jism trickling from it. She easily slipped a finger inside and let out a laugh. 

"It feels funny," she said with a giggle. 

I just gazed at he sight, speachless. 

"Ya know Damon," Shannon said, standing up and licking a tiny glob of cum from her finger. "I think we should play scrabble more often." 

With that she blew me a kiss and headed down the hallway towards Kyle's room. 

"I couldn't agree more, " I said quietly to myself. "I couldn't agree more."



Kiss My Ass



It all started when my friend and I went to the bar. His wife and my girlfriend were both out of town so we decided to have a boy's night out. We were having a good time and both of us were pretty drunk. There was this beautiful woman with the nicest ass I ever seen. Tom and I both noticed and had a hard time not staring at her. Tom made a comment about how he loved licking ass and that he would go crazy to taste hers. I made a comment how my girlfriend sometimes licked mine and how much I enjoyed her doing it. He told me I had a nice ass and he would like to eat mine. Being drunk, horny, and half joking I said sure. 

As we drove back to his house, he said again how much he enjoys licking and eating ass. He described in great detail the things he licks to do. He described an erotic detail how he likes to cup an ass in his hands and slowly feel up the cheeks. He sometimes would slowly squeeze with both hands and move one hand to slide down between the cheeks to let his one finger slide inside. Sometimes in his slow tease he would let his finger touch the opening and lightly tease it by rubbing his finger in circles around it. He also said how he enjoys kissing an ass, alternating side to side slowly. He liked to take his time and savor the moment. He would wet his lips and gently suck, almost like a sucker bite. We got to his house and he said how he never licked a man's ass and he doesn't intend to start now. But, he said if I would shave off all my hair and moan like a woman that he would do it. I told him I was not sure. He said all I had to do was pretend I was a girl while he licked my ass and we both would enjoy ourselves. 

I told him yes, so we went to the bathroom and proceeded to shave my ass. He made this a fun time and put me at ease by saying how turned he was watching me shave. When I was completely shaved, he made comments about my ass and said it looked so sexy. He felt my ass and commented on how sensuous it felt. He said it felt so nice and that he is looking at it as if it were a woman's ass. He asked me to help him pretend I was a woman. He told to pretend and play act like I was girl. He told me to giggle like a girl and act all sinfully innocent. He said, girls know when they are naughty and love acting like they are all innocent. I was starting to get into it when he pulled out lipstick and a sexy pair of feminine panties. He said to put this on and it would help me that much more sexy and sensuous. 

I put on the lipstick and panties and he was right. I felt very sexy and was ready to feel his tongue lick my ass. I told him so and he lay on his back and told me to sit on his face. I did what he asked and straddled his face, my knees on the bed on either side of his face, with my head facing towards his cock. He brought his hands up and cupped my cheeks. He lightly felt my ass and moved them so gently across my ass. Sometimes he would cup me and squeeze. Once in a while I would feel his lips kiss my ass and it was very slowly. He was really getting into this. This went on for sometime and he told me how sexy I felt and what a turn on this was to him. I saw his cock was getting very hard and knew he was enjoying it. He told me to continue playing the part of girl enjoying her ass being felt and kissed. I started to feel his tongue as he kissed me. He would cup my ass, place his lips close to his hands, squeeze me, and then I would feel a warm lightly moist trail as his tongue moved from one side of my ass to the other. 

His kisses would sometimes get harder and his squeezes would sometimes be hard. They would at times be forceful but gentle and always sensuous. He started rubbing his one hand up the middle of my ass and toyed with my opening. He put his hands around my hips and forced me to lean so my face was only inches from his cock. This allowed him to cup my ass better and for him to lick my opening. He licked all around my opening, making me very wet and then he pulled me closer with hands and moved his tongue into my ass. I heard him moan and could not believe the sensation. It felt so good. He moved his tongue in and out of my ass, stopping sometimes to kiss around my cheeks and to give my ass a nice squeeze with his hands. He told me my ass was so sexy and better than any girl he ate before. He told me to start playing with my clit. I hesitated not knowing what he meant and he moved one of my hands to my cock and told me to play with it. I started to do this and was coming close to cumming. 

He then told me, what a good little girl I have been by allowing him to eat my ass. He said how excited he was and that I made him so excited by offering my ass to his pleasure. He said he was ready to cum and wanted me to pretend to be a girl that also enjoyed sucking cock. He told me he was going to place his hands on my head and that I was to open my lips and allow his cock fuck my mouth. He said he would control my head movements with his hands. He then went back to eating my ass. I then felt his hands on both sides of my head. He gently but forcibly moved my head down and said open my mouth. His cock was by my lips. I never sucked cock before and hesitated. I was not sure about this. He said I was acting so good being like a girl that he wanted me to go a little further. 

He said my ass made him so horny. He then told me being a little kinky and pretending to be a girl and pleasing a man sexually does not make me gay. He said that this would be very kinky and fun both of us. I opened my lips and tasted my first cock. It felt so different. I never expected it to feel the way it did. It was hard but soft. It was rubbery but the texture was pleasant. I felt so erotic having his cock in my mouth. Here I was, being told I was a sexy girl, lipstick on my lips, a pair of sexy feminine panties on, my ass completely shaven, being in a sorta 69 position with me on top, being bent over with my mouth open and a cock inside it, his mouth kissing my ass, his tongue up my ass, his hands on my head using and fucking my mouth. I felt very sexy. He told me how good I was and how kinky his girl was being. I started to really enjoy sucking his cock. He then held my head tight so I could not move and he told me he was going cum and I was to swallow. I did not have anytime to object. With his hands holding my head down on his cock I was pretty helpless as he came in my mouth. I was forced to swallow so I could breathe. After he came he continued to eat my ass until I came. The feeling of a warm wet tongue up my ass as I came was incredible.

The next weekend I went to his house and his wife Becky was there. She answered the door and welcomed me in as Tom was getting ready. She was beautiful, very feminine, and had a killer body. She said to sit on the couch while we waited. She told me Tom discussed in every juicy detail what happened the week before. She said how turned in that made her. She continued and said that Ton is allowed to be sexual with anyone he wants to as long as it is not with another woman. She said they enjoy turning a man temporarily into a woman and enjoy having fun that way. She said she likes to watch Tom having fun and especially likes to help make a man look like woman and then watch her creation being sexual with Tom. She said she knows what Tom likes in a girl and would make me very sexually appealing to him. Tom came joined us during the later part of Becky's talk. She said she would like to place makeup on me and dress me up. She wanted to see Tom take my virgin ass and would help me girl-to-girl to take his whole length in. 

To be continued...

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Kiss My Ass



The following is an excerpt from A Murder in Eden, the third novel in my erotic science fiction series.

*

"You know," Noah sighed, "when I stand up here and wave my arms, there's a reason."

"You were waving your arms?" Rachel R said. "Really? I didn't notice." She turned to her sister. "Did you see him waving his arms up there?"

"It's not funny," Noah grumbled. "Can everyone see me, assuming they tried to look?"

"I can't," his brother said. "There's too much frizzy hair in the way."

"Watch it," Rachel L said, turning around to glare at him. "You could be frizzy too. Just because we're having a bad hair day."

"We were watching this old video," her sister said, "all the black characters had their hair like this."

"I liked it better in the little braids," Swirl said

"Oh, is that right?" Rachel R said. "How about you? I didn't know you could still sing with your clothes on. That album of yours, how could you do that?"

"I just pretended I was singing in the shower," Swirl said. "I just went into one of those mirrored rooms with all the hidden cameras and sang. I just pretended I was all alone. You know, I'll bet we would get a lot more attendance if we sang nude. The girls at least. Or make the choir robes really, really sheer. That would be cooler, too."

"Enough!" Noah said. "Enough! Paula, can you see me?" She was barely visible behind the keyboard. 

"I could see you," she said, "if I had time to look. The music is too hard. I'm trying to pick up the tempo from the singers. They're supposed to be watching you."

"All right," Noah sighed, "you go back to singing." This brought an audible groan from the other altos. Paula could play the piano almost as well as her sister, but she could not sing a note. No, that was not quite true. There was one note that she could sing, and she tended to stick to it. "It's obvious that I'm wasting my time trying to conduct," he added. "I might as well play the accompaniment. At least I can set the tempo that way."

"Maybe I'll help with the babies," Paula said. That brought a sigh of relief from the Rachel twins. "I think mine is ready to nurse."

"Me too," Sarah said.

"Wait," Noah protested, "we're in the middle of a piece."

"If the babies don't get fed," Sarah said, "you won't be hearing anything else." She stood up, tucked Jacob under one arm, grabbed Esau off of Susan's lap, and walked out to the pews, dangling a baby on each side.

"Hi," she said, slipping in next to Paula, who was already nursing.

"Hi," Paula echoed. Her little girl was already twice as large as the twins; she seemed almost too big for Paula's little breasts

"How much longer are you going to nurse?" Sarah asked.

"As soon as they get teeth, that's the end of it," Paula said, and they both giggled. "Don't the Keepers have, like, really sharp teeth?"

"One of Karen's kids does," Sarah said, "he looks like a little vampire."

"What about H'raak?" Paula asked.

"I don't know." Sarah thought for a moment, playing back her session with the Keeper. "I don't think I ever saw his teeth. I never really saw his face. You could ask the Rachel twins." The singing had stopped again. "Hey Rachels," Sarah yelled, "did H'raak have sharp teeth?"

"He didn't have his real teeth," Susan said, "they were all implants."

"Oh, yuck!" Sarah said, "too much information."

"Get used to it, sweetie," Susan called back cheerfully. "There are parts of you your little nanobots can't repair."

"Wow," Paula said. She was punching at her phone furiously with her free hand, "teeth, knees, hips, shit, this being immortal isn't all it's cracked up to be."

"We've got a few years, a lot of years," Sarah said. But even as she was sitting there, her knees and hips were aching. "Do your hips hurt?" she added.

"Not so much," Paula said, "they're getting better."

"Didn't Adam tell you that you were a crazy bitch?" Sarah said. "That's certainly what he told us."

"He told me it was risky. He got really scared. I'm going to stop," Paula added. "No more babies, at least for a while."

"You have beautiful little girls," Sarah said. "Maybe some day one of my boys will marry one of your little girls." She arranged her future Romeos on her lap and began nursing.

"Well," Paula said, "that's a polite way to put it. They'll probably be practicing long before that." They both giggled at the thought.

"Paula," Sarah said, "I need to know something. Do you know about Adam and Noah?"

"What about them?" Paula asked, and Sarah told her where to look for the tabloid pages.

"Oh my God!" Paula said, "this is real? It's not just some faked up images?"

"Noah told me it was real," Sarah said.

"Wow," Paula said, "that is so strange!" 

"You aren't, like, offended?" Sarah said.

"I suppose I should be, shouldn't I? You have to understand," Paula sighed, "I don't believe that Adam ever thinks about sex."

"What?" Sarah reflected on her own internal thinking. "That's not normal. He has no interest in sex? How can you stay married to him?"

"If I remind him, he'll remember. He can be very passionate, once he gets going. But you have to sort of trap him, distract him from whatever he thinks is more important. I'm very good at it," she added.

"Yes," Sarah said, looking at those perfect little breasts, "I'll bet you are."

"The thing is," Paula said, "I can't imagine Adam initiating. I mean, Noah is insanely gorgeous..." She paused, seeing Sarah's face darken, "I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't mean it like that." Yes, you did, Sarah thought. 

"Well," Sarah said, "Noah thinks that Adam is creepy. Physically. There's something that happened when they were younger that still freaks him out."

"Really?" Paula said. "Doesn't Noah like Frank? God, I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Sarah said. "Frank raped Noah, did you know that? Two hours after we were married. And Noah fell in love with him. He was damaged, damaged."

"He seems okay," Paula said.

"No," Sarah said, "he's not. He can't control himself. It's my fault," she added, "I got him into it. I got all of us into this miserable little universe."

"Maybe," Paula said, "maybe if we'd never seen the school you were at on Halcyon, if we hadn't seen the theme park." Maybe we wouldn't be wealthy, she thought, and famous. "We've done okay," she said.

"Paula," Sarah said, "I need to know. What happened between you and Noah, in the pool?"

"The pool?" Paula seemed confused.

"The day Emil and Amelia were kidnapped," Sarah said. "Don't you remember, we all went out to talk in the pool? You and Noah decided to go skinny dipping together?"

"I went for a swim," Paula said, "it was hot. Why would I wear a bathing suit?"

"You were floating very close together," Sarah said.

"Were we?" Paula said. She frowned, trying to remember. "It was windy," she said, "it was hard to hear."

"What were you talking about?" Sarah asked.

Paula paused. "He told me I really looked great," she said at last. "He wanted to know how long it had taken me to recover from the pregnancy, and what I had done to lose weight. He was thinking about you," she added. "He was looking for things that could help you."

"Was he touching you?" Sarah said.

"Touching me?" Paula said. "We were treading water. Our hands may have brushed. Look, where are you going with this?"

"Later," Sarah said, "we were all down in the shade. We were all huddled together."

"Yes," Paula said, "I was pressed next to Laura and you, breast to breast. It was very erotic. You know," she added, reaching over to brush Sarah, just above where Esau was busy suckling, "if you ever want to come over some time and have lunch, have a little fling ..."

"I'm not doing that," Sarah said. "Not right now."

"I'm sorry," Paula said. "God, I keep putting my foot in my mouth." She picked up one foot and examined it. It was obvious that she was flexible enough to suck on her toes.

"Paula," Sarah said, "do you remember Noah moved behind you? He was touching you?"

"He wasn't pressed in like you were," Paula said, "I don't think I really noticed. Maybe he was just brushing me."

"Did it ever occur to you," Sarah said, "what part of his anatomy he was brushing you with?"

"No," Paula said, "no." She started to blush. "Sarah, I thought it was just his hand, just accidentally brushing, then maybe not so accidental."

"His hand," Sarah said, "you thought it was his hand. He fucked you. You let him fuck you. Right next to me."

"No," Paula said, "no. That's crazy. Even if we had wanted to, the angle was all wrong. There was no lubrication."

Sarah thought about it. "You seem to be very aware of all these problems," she said. "You were trying to let him in. You were opening yourself to him."

"No," Paula said, "no."

"I don't believe you," Sarah said.

"What?" Paula said. "You think I'm lying to you? Sarah, I thought we were friends."

"So did I," Sarah said. "So did I. Time to sing again," she added. She started to rearrange her top.

"Wait," Paula grabbed her shoulder. The smaller girl had a surprisingly strong grip. "What does Noah say?"

"He thinks he fucked you," Sarah snapped, "your husband thinks it happened."

"What?" Paula was so startled she let go. "Oh my God," she said, "is that why ..."

Sarah nodded. "It was revenge, or repayment, or something."

"He never said anything to me." Paula frowned. "You know, Adam would be perfectly capable of knowing that nothing happened, but knowing that Noah thought that something did happen, and taking advantage of Noah."

"What?" Sarah was dazed. "Could you go a little more slowly on that one?" "If he thought Noah was feeling guilty, he would take advantage of it. Don't you see?" Paula gazed earnestly into Sarah's blue eyes, but there was not a hint of comprehension there. "It's the way his mind works. Adam is very, very subtle."

"Devious?" Sarah said.

"Devious in a sneaky way. He won't actually lie to you, but he won't go out of his way to tell you the truth, either. If you are mistaken, and it's to his advantage, he'll let you stay this way." Paula sighed.

"Goddess," Sarah grumbled, "and you love this person?"

"With all my heart," Paula said. "Don't you love Noah?"

"That's different," Sarah said, "Noah is my fault. I got him into all this." She thought for a moment. "No," she thought, "that's not true, is it? There was Eve, and my sister, and the little lizards ..."

"Eve?" Paula was stunned. "She never told me."

"Ask her, dear. Did he come?" Sarah was too confused by Paula. She needed to sort out details.

"Did who come?" Paula was confused now also. There were so many different sex acts under discussion that she had lost track.

"When my husband was rubbing you, or fucking you, or touching you, or whatever he was doing to you, did he come?"

"Maybe," Paula conceded. "It got a little more urgent, you know what I mean? Sarah, I'm sorry, I should have stopped him. It was stupid. It was like a little private joke, you know."

"Up your ass," Sarah said, and Paula thought it was a curse. She started to flush with anger. "Up your ass," Sarah repeated, very thoughtfully, "he could have gone up your ass from that angle."

"That's where he was rubbing," Paula conceded.

Sarah did something unexpected then. She set her babies down on the pew, and took Paula's head, pressed to hers, and kissed her. The smaller girl was shaking, more with fear than with desire. Sarah pulled broke the kiss and whispered into her ear. "You let him touch you." She felt Paula nod. "You made it easier. You spread out your legs, you shifted to make sure he was in the right place." 

Another nod.

"That was all," Paula whimpered, "that was all there was to it."

"He never went in?" Sarah asked.

"Not really," Paula sighed. "What difference would it make? Maybe, right at the end, he was getting too close, and I broke it off, okay?" 

"Maybe you were a little late?" Sarah was crying now.

"Maybe I was a lot too late. Sarah, I'm sorry. I don't know what to say. This world has corrupted us, corrupted me."

"Eve was doing a good job of that, even before we found the transit station," Sarah said.

"Yes," Paula sighed.

"I met a woman today," Sarah said, "I think she is a holy woman. She told me that if we lose sight of the light, if we stop striving for the light, even for an instant, we are lost."

"That's what I believe also," Paula said. "But sometimes I blink, you know?" She paused. "Sarah, I'm so sorry. I kept telling myself it was nothing, nothing, not to worry about it, just shrug it off. But it was something, wasn't it?"

"I don't know," Sarah said, "if it wasn't in the tabloids ... but now, Goddess, I look like a fool. Karen told me that the whole time she was married to H'raak the papers there -- they still have real newspapers there, printed on real paper, did you know that, anyway they just made fun of her, how she couldn't control her husband. I don't know, I just feel so humiliated. And you did it right beside me, Goddess, you were touching me, we were nipple to nipple." She stopped then, remembering suddenly how Laura had been brushing her on one side, Paula on the other. 

Paula saw how intently Sarah was looking at her. "My offer of lunch stands," she said.

"I would love to have lunch with you," Sarah said. "But that's all. That's all I want." But her eyes betrayed her.

"What are you going to do now?" Paula asked.

"Do now?" Sarah shrugged. "I'm going to sing. After that ..."

"What did Noah say?"

"He said he was sorry. He's always sorry, so sorry. He's training again, did you know that?"

"You let him?"

"Mary and Lydia convinced me it was very urgent. There's a delegation from Nirvana coming and they are looking forward to fucking the little wonders they sent us."

"You should teach those kids how to bite their dicks off." Paula was in a cold fury now.

"Oh no, they'll be treated as honoured guests. Mary's Order is trying to forge an alliance with them, to make sure that from now on they will send us students instead of sacrificing them. It's progress, don't you see, it's progress. My husband is doing his part to help save the world, and if it breaks my heart, well, who am I to stand in the way of progress?" Sarah was crying now. "I can't sing like this," she said.

"Come with me," Paula said. "They won't miss us." They gathered up the babies, all three were asleep, and headed to the back of the church.

"Where are we going?" Sarah asked, as they worked their way down a darkened staircase.

"My office," Paula whispered.

"Isn't this, like, sacrilege?" Sarah asked. There was no doubt in her mind what why Paula was taking her down into the bowels of the church.

"Yes," Paula sighed, "I suppose so."

"It wouldn't be the first time, would it?" Sarah said.

Paula stopped dead in her tracks. "Yes," she said, "yes, it would be, will be, may be, whatever. Let's go back." She turned around.

"No," Sarah stopped her. She had a baby in each arm, but she reached out a foot to block the other girl's way. "No. You owe me one."

They went into Paula's office without another word. A dim light trickled through the windows; they left it that way, almost dark, but as their eyes adjusted they could see each other clearly enough. There was room on the couch for the babies. That left the desk, piled high with clutter, for the two of them.

"All right," Sarah said, "who is going first? Choose for it?" Giggling, she held out a fist, Paula an open palm. 

"Paper beats rock," Paula said. She pulled off her shorts and sat on the desk, spreading a leg out to each side.

"No good," Sarah said. "Take your shirt off. Sit up. Like that." She took off her own shirt. "Nipple to nipple, that's what got us in trouble, wasn't it. Did anyone ever tell you that you have a perfect little body?"

"Of course." Paula leaned forward to caress Sarah's lips with her own. "Did anyone ever tell you that you were the most beautiful woman in the universe?"

"Not lately," Sarah said. "My sister, maybe, or Karen. Not me, not any more."

"Yes," Paula said, "you." She kissed between the other girl's breasts, down her belly. "Take your shorts off."

"I thought you were going first," Sarah said, but she did not hesitate to step out of the shorts.

"I want to see."

"You've seen me."

"I want to taste."

"That's different. Oh, Goddess! Where did you learn to do that! No, don't stop to tell me!" Each touch of Paula's tongue was a revelation. Her fingers knew just where to caress, where to probe, to magnify, to resonate, so that Sarah's whole body was tingling with pleasure. If I come, she thought, it's going to end it, but it didn't end, it just made her start to tremble, to quake with an urgency that could never be filled. And, just when it seemed that she could not take any more, that she would faint from exhaustion, the tongue quickened, the fingers dug in, and she realized that she had not been coming at all, not compared to this final explosion.

"Remember," Paula said, when she was free to speak again, "Eve is my wife."

"You do this for Eve?" Paula nodded. "And she for you?" Another nod. "All the time?"

"Of course. Adam too."

"Adam can do that for you?" Sarah was revising her opinion of him very quickly.

"Yes," Paula was spreading her legs again in invitation.

"I'm going to be a disappointment," Sarah said. "I'm not that good. Lift up your ass more."

"Why, what are you doing? No, don't lick me back that far, I don't like it. Oh, God, do you have your tongue up my ass?" There was a muffled murmur of agreement. "Oh, that's so gross!" But the tongue began to move, and fingers found her clitoris, and she climaxed.

"Did you like that?" Sarah asked.

"Oh God, I don't know! It was different, I'll say that!" Paula was trembling still.

"Adam has never, you know ..." 

"With his tongue?" Paula shook her head. 

"Any part of him?" Sarah said, but the other girl did not respond. "Sorry," Sarah added quickly, "it's none of my business."

"How can you do that?" Paula asked.

"It's part of our training," Sarah said. "You get used to it. Try it."

"What?" Paula's face was hard to see in the dim light, but the tone of her voice indicated her disgust.

"Try it," Sarah said. "You can work on a little surprise for Adam and Eve."

"No way in hell," Paula said.

"Do you believe in hell?" Sarah asked. She was sitting back in Paula's desk chair now, probably staining it with the moistness of her groin. 

"Hell?" Paula drew her knees up to her chin, suddenly pensive. "I don't know. It's in the Bible. Some people think most of us are going to hell, and some think most of us are going to heaven. Didn't you read Dante?"

"That was bullshit," Sarah said, "that was nothing like what hell is really like."

"You've been there?" Paula asked. It was a serious question. There was something about Sarah's tone that gave her an air of authority.

"I was in hell for a thousand years," Sarah said, with great conviction. "I'm only out on probation. The way things are going I'll be back there soon enough."

"No," Paula said. She reached out to touch the other girl's hair. She began to kiss her, but remembered where that tongue had been, and drew back. "No," she repeated, "you're just imagining it."

"No," Sarah said, "I can remember, I can remember what it was like."

"Fire and brimstone? Demons tormenting you?"

"No," Sarah said, "it was grey, like a cold grey fog, and your body aches, even though you don't have one, like you need to stretch your muscles, you need to use the bathroom, you've been asleep too long, but you can't wake up, because you don't exist. You need to scratch an itch, but there is nothing to scratch. They say," she went on, "that if people lose an arm or a leg, it can still ache, it can still itch. It's that way when you lose your whole body. It still feels like it's there. It's hungry, but you can't feed it. It's horny, but you can't touch it. It's restless, but there's nothing to move. It's just grey. All you have are memories. And you can't remember anything that is happening now, happening in hell. You can try to count to a billion, but you can't remember back more than three numbers. I did it once," she added.




Kiss My Ass



"My God," Paula gasped. "How can you know this?"

"They let me remember, just a little," Sarah said, "as a warning. I disobeyed them the last time, and they want me to understand the consequences."

"They? Who are they?" Paula was shivering now. "What do they want?"

"I don't know," Sarah said. "I'm afraid to know." 

Paula leaned forward and kissed Sarah. She did not care now, where that tongue had been, what it might have tasted. She kissed her slowly, tenderly, for a long time.

"What?" Sarah said, when she was free to talk again. "What was that?"

"I could love you," Paula said. "Maybe I love you already."

"No," Sarah said. She stroked the other girl's hair, kissed her gently on the forehead. "No, I'm not worth it."

"Turn around." Paula said.

"Around?" Sarah spun the chair so that she was facing away from the desk.

"No, silly, kneel on the chair."

"I don't think I'm ready to come again," Sarah said, but she did change positions.

"This is for me," Paula said. She was kissing Sarah's back, running her tongue along the little bumps of her spine. It paused, right at the end of the tailbone. "I want to know everything about you," she said. "Teach me, tell me what to do."

"Run your tongue around the edges, very lightly," Sarah said. She was suddenly very cold, very professional. It was, now, nothing more than a simple physical exercise, one that was almost routine. "Just get used to the idea that your mouth is there."

This is a waste, Paula thought, what was I thinking? She was drained of all emotion, all passion, and there she was, calmly licking her friend's asshole. At least it didn't taste like anything. But it didn't feel like anything, either. Then, she felt Sarah's flesh begin to quiver at her touch. "Lips," Sarah gasped. She didn't sound nearly so calm now.

Lips? Kiss my ass. That's what Adam would snarl at one of the boys when they made a suggestion he didn't like. And now, that's what Sarah was asking her to do. God, it was strange, like a little puckered mouth. And then it opened, and she was French kissing. No tongue to meet hers, just a smooth, muscular shaft, hard to push through. She knew that she could come, just from Eve's tongue on her perineum, and she wondered if it would work from the inside, also. She pressed the bottom of her tongue down hard, then added a finger on the outside, feeling the sensitive flesh roll between tongue and finger. Sarah was shuddering, the muscles around Paula's tongue were in spasm, then, abruptly, her chin and neck were drenched.

"Oh my God!" Sarah said. "I am so embarrassed!"

"Why?" Paula asked.

"Why? I peed all over you."

"Here," Paula said, crawling next to the other girl. "lick it off my face."

"Ooh," Sarah said, "kinky." She tested the clear fluid with her tongue. "It's not pee."

"Nope."

"You're not surprised."

"Nope." 

"Mary never told us about this," Sarah said.

"Really?" Paula seemed very amused. "I guess she concentrated more on training you to please men."

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"She trained me," Paula whispered into Sarah's ear, "to please her." And she ran her tongue delicately along the ridges of the ear. "Want to find out what else I know?"

But there was a knock at the door. "Oh my God!" Paula said, and they went scrambling for their clothes. But when they opened the door, it was Susan and Noah.

"I guess," Paula said, "choir practice is over?" Her hair was tousled, her face still covered with slime, her shirt only half pulled down, her shorts askew. Sarah, behind her in the dimness, had not even bothered to pull her shorts on.

"It's been over for a while," Noah said. "Quite a while."

"I guess you two have been practicing something," Susan said. She gave a little sniff. The room was redolent with sweat and desire. It was possible that one of the babies may have added a little extra, she thought, to the general aroma. "Jacob," she sniffed again, "Esau?" another sniff. 

"It's probably Lucy," Paula said. She tried to gather up some dignity and walk over to her daughter.

"What?" Sarah said, glaring at her husband. "What?"



Kiss My Ass



Jeffrey and his big sister Kara were on the couch, sitting side by side, watching television in the living room. They were watching some made for TV crime movie that came on. The lead was a very sexy brunette woman, probably in her thirties, playing a strong and independent police officer. There wasn't much of a plot. The whole thing pretty much consisted of the woman taking down all kinds of criminals in all kinds of different ways; by gunpoint, car chase, fistfight, and even a few brutal groin kicks. 

It was early July and they were right in the middle of a heat wave with a broken air conditioner and no fan. Both of them were steadily sweating profusely, their skin sticking to the leather furniture. Jeffrey was wearing gym shorts with no boxers, to let things air out, and an old plain T-shirt. He was in pretty good shape, having just graduated as the captain of the football team. His sister Kara had short black hair, was twenty one, three years older than him, and she was wearing short, black, cotton running shorts that just barely contained her muscular thighs and plump ass, and a sports bra constricting her medium sized breasts. Kara was shorter than Jeffrey, but was much stronger than he was. She practically lived in the gym, was a complete health nut. 

Their father had left when they were little and their mother worked overtime all the time, was hardly around. Both of them being college students and home for the summer, they pretty much had the house all to them for three whole months, from sunup to sundown. So far, they had spent the majority of their time on the couch watching TV.

Then a particular scene in the movie came on that brought the two of them out of the trance that the slow plot had put them in. The policewoman had been interrogating a suspect that she knew was guilty and, after several attempts of trying to persuade him to confess, she decided to take a different approach to making him talk. She grabbed the suspect by the collar, lifted him up, pushed him hard up against the wall, reached down and clenched the young man's balls hard in her fist. The man, who was barely a man, just a kid, really, lifted up on his toes and whimpered. With his hands cuffed behind his back and his nuts in the merciless grip of the angry woman, he was completely dominated by her and would have to answer anything that she asked him if he wanted to salvage his squeezed testicles at all.

Kara snickered at the scene.

Jeffrey, still cringing from the initial shock, looked at her and said, "Jesus, how in God's name can you laugh at something like that?"

She gave him a funny look and said, "What are you talking about? That creep deserves worse, should have his balls cut off or something. Didn't you see him rape that poor girl?"

"Yeah, but I mean, still," he said. "That's just not right."

"And raping that girl was?"

"Of course not, I mean . . . I don't know," he shifted on the couch and said, "Besides, that would never happen in real life."

"The girl getting raped?"

"No. What she is doing to that guy."

Kara looked at her little brother and said, "Oh really? And why is that?"

He shrugged and said, "It just wouldn't. First of all, she legally wouldn't be allowed to. Second of all, that guy let her grab him like that way too easy. In real life any man would over power and stop any woman that was reaching for his balls, handcuffed or not."

She smirked and said, "Do you really think that?"

"Of course," he said. "Men are built different then women are. They're naturally stronger."

Kara turned the TV down and said, "Would you like to bet on that?"

Jeffrey gave her a funny look and said, "How?"

"You and me. I'll try and grab you down there, hard, and if you can stop me, you win, if you can't, I win."

He thought about this for a moment and then said, "But you don't have any money."

"No . . . but, tell you what. If you can stop me, since you are only eighteen, I'll go and buy alcohol for you and your friends all next semester, whenever you want. If you have the money to give me, of course."

He scratched his cheek, pondering, and then said, "And, hypothetically speaking, if you were to win, what would I have to do for you? I don't have any money either, and I'm younger than you. I don't really have much to offer."

Kara thought about this and then, smiling, said, "Since giving your manhood a squeeze will probably be a good deal punishment in itself for, you could just kiss my ass and we would call it even."

"Kiss your ass? What does that mean?"

She teased and said, "It means just that."

He looked at her, shook his head, and said, "You're weird, Kara."

She laughed and said, "So are we on or what?"

He shrugged and said, "Sure, I guess. I mean you're not going to be able to do it."

"So it's a deal?"

"Yeah," he said, yawning and stretching, "So when do we start?"

She turned the television off and said, "Right now. Let's stand up."

Jeffrey did as she said.

After facing each other in front of the couch for a full minute or so, Kara said, "Are you ready for this?"

"Go for it," he replied.

Then, the next thing he knew, Jeffrey felt his sister's hand clutch mercilessly onto his tender balls. She had been so quick that he hadn't even seen her coming. Then, when she started to squeeze them harder, he wrapped both his hands around her arm and tried to free his manhood. He had no success. In fact, the more aggressively he tried to shove her off, the harder she squeezed, until finally, with tears in his eyes, he cried out for her to stop.

Kara gave his nuts one last extra hard squeeze, which caused Jeffrey to squeal out like a little girl, and then laughed as she let go. He immediately fell to the ground at her feet and curled up in the fetal position.

Then, after giving him a minute or so to recover, she looked down at him and said, "Well?"

He looked up, his eyes traveling up her sweaty body, and said, "Well what?"

She turned around and slapped her hands against her ass cheeks.

Jeffrey sighed and got on his knees, his face level with his sisters ass. As he leaned toward it he noticed that the shorts that she was wearing were soaked in sweat. He leaned back and said, "Do I have to do this? I mean, isn't there something else I could do?"

"No way little brother. Now kiss my ass."

He sighed, closed his eyes, leaned in and planted his lips over his big sister's ass cheek and smooched it hard. Then he pulled back and said, "There. Are you happy now?"

"That wasn't my ass, Jeffrey, that was my ass cheek. You said that you would kiss my ass."

He stared at the sweaty butt in front of his face and said, "What are you talking about? They're the same thing."

"They are not," she responded. "You need to kiss my actual ass, as part of the agreement, not my ass cheeks. Here I'll show you where," she slid one hand over her buttocks and rubbed her index finger directly over crack, pushing the shorts up in between her cheeks. "Right here, little brother. And you have to kiss it good, not just a smooch."

Jeffrey groaned and brought his face into his sister's butt, but when his lips tasted the wet, salty shorts, he pulled back and said, "This is gross, Kara. Your shorts are completely soaked."

Kara sighed and said, "All right, fine." Then, shocking her little brother, she slid her shorts and soaking wet panties down around her ankles, looked back over her shoulder and in a teasing voice said, "Is that better Jeffrey?"

Jeffrey couldn't believe what was happening. Not only was his big sister bent over and bare ass just inches away from his face, but also the sight had given him an erection, creating a tent in his gym shorts. He was at a loss for words. It was his sister, after all . . . but she had such a thick and firm muscular body and looked so perfect like that, her big sweaty ass right in front of him.

After running out of patience, Kara reached behind herself, grabbed her little brother's head by the hair, and forcefully jammed his face in between her ass cheeks so that his mouth was right over her crack. "Go on and kiss it baby brother," she said, holding his face in her moist butt crack, wiggling her hips back and forth.

The musky smell and the moisture made him hesitate at first. Then, he slowly parted his lips and wrapped them around her sweaty crack. His tongue, ever so slightly, circled the hole. He continued this for a moment and then, after working up the courage to be prepared to find out what the inside of his sister would taste like, he slid his entire tongue up into her asshole.

Kara moaned and said, "Mm, that's it. Kiss it nice and good baby brother."

Jeffrey did as he was told and passionately French kissed his big sister's sweaty crack, his tongue wiggling back and forth deep inside her asshole. He put his hands on her cheeks and spread them apart so that he could breathe better. The more he squeezed and tongued his sister's tight ass, the harder his cock got. So far it had gotten harder than it had ever been before in his entire life and was twitching uncontrollably in his shorts. He couldn't believe kissing his big sister's ass would ever turn him on so much.

Kara figured that her little brother was doing a good enough job on his own, so she let go of his hair and bent over entirely so that her head was between her legs. That's when she saw the tent that was twitching in her brother's crotch and she realized that he was actually enjoying kissing her big sweaty ass -- From the sight of that hard cock looking painfully erect, she figured he had to be REALLY enjoying it.

Then she stepped forward, away from her brother's face, his tongue sliding out of her, and said, "Lie down."

He did as he was told, doing absolutely nothing to hide the pole that was sticking up in his shorts. Then, while on his back, looking up at the ceiling, he felt a tingle rush through his body as his sister began caressing his penis. She rubbed it in a circular motion with one hand and tenderly massaged his sore balls with the other. Closing his eyes, Jeffrey couldn't believe how could she was making him feel.

After a few minutes Jeffrey was ready to cum. He began thrusting his hips up and down to move along with his sister's hands. Then, just as he was about to shoot his load into his shorts, the rubbing stopped. Confused, he opened his eyes and saw his sister's sweaty ass and now dripping wet pussy hovering above him.

"You didn't think I was going to let you cum so soon, did you? No, no, baby brother, you have a lot more ass kissing to do," she said. Then, not giving him time to protest, she sat her butt crack down on her little brother's mouth. 

Jeffrey's cock was going crazy as his sister began grinding her sweaty hole all over his face. Then, thinking of how to get his sister to touch his throbbing erection again, he changed his center of attention away from her asshole and onto her clit, lapping at it rapidly with his tongue.

Kara moaned loudly and said, "Hey, wait . . . mm . . . what are you doing? That's not my asshole Jeffrey . . . but . . . mm, you're doing it so good . . . oh God . . . fuck . . . " 

Then she leaned forward, seemingly out of breath from the pleasure her baby brother was giving her, to give him a better angle at her pussy, resting her cheek against his hard cock standing straight up in his shorts.

Both his penis being touched again and the thought of having his sister's face so close to his cock made him eat his sister's pussy more aggressively, sliding up into her sweaty crack every now and then.

Kara opened her mouth and tried to say something, but only a whimper came out. Then, savagely, as she felt her orgasm rapidly coming on, she yanked down her brother's gym shorts to his thighs, exposing his thick and fat rock hard cock. She grabbed onto it eagerly with one hand and grabbed his balls, hard, in the other, stroking her brother's penis hard and fast. "Oh yeah . . . mm . . . don't stop Jeffrey," she whimpered. "That feels so good."

He did as he was told and kept on licking his big sister's pussy and asshole, all her juices and sweat filling his mouth and running down his face.

"Oh God Jeffrey I'm gonna . . . mm . . . make me cum Jeffrey . . . uh, don't stop, yes, YES," she cried out.

Then when she felt the incredible orgasm taking over her body, making her shake and quiver, she stuck her little brother's fat, hard cock into her mouth, ramming it down her throat.

His big sister cumming and leaking her juices all over his face made Jeffrey's balls ache. As she fervently rubbed her wet and dripping snatch all over his face in passionate orgasm, he felt his own hot load rise up from his balls.

Kara moaned and whimpered even with her little brother's cock shoved down her throat. Then she felt Jeffrey suck hard on her clit, harder than usual so that it felt SOOO good in the midst of her climax that it was almost painful. Then he squeezed her butt cheeks incredibly hard, thrust his hips upward, and before she knew it she felt his penis convulse in her mouth, shooting hot spurts of cum all down her throat. The initial squirt made her gag, but she managed to maintain and swallow the rest of it. 

She kept it in her mouth, milking every drop out of it, while they each recovered from their own orgasms.

Then they both rested for a moment, their faces still in each other's moist crotches, catching their breath.

Kara then abruptly sat up and readjusted herself so that her asshole was just above his nose, under his mouth, and said, "Kiss my ass, Jeffrey. I want your tongue up my butt crack right now."

Jeffrey, still a little worn out from his explosive orgasm and surprised at his sister's stamina, did as she said and gently slid his tongue up into her crack.

Then she said, "Mm, that's it, stick it all the way up there, ALL the way. If you lick my crack nice and good this time," she paused here and wiggled her hips, driving her brother's tongue deeper into her butt hole, and then continued in a teasing voice, "Maybe I'll let you stick your fat cock in it. Would you like that, baby brother? Having that big penis deep in your sister's tight asshole . . ."

With that encouragement, Jeffrey felt his cock began to grow again.

"Mm, kiss my sweaty crack," she moaned.

He didn't need to be told twice.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .