Under Her Thumb - Sex Stories

Under Her Thumb

... long legs beneath her skirt. The bottom of her ass is in the shadows. She squats, gathering her skirt around her waist as she comes plunging down. Her ass spreads wide and comes to a halt less than a foot from my face. I hope she didn’t notice me bracing myself for impact. ‘Ms. Saunders may or may not squat all the way down. If she does, lock your lips around her asshole. This ensures less spilling and you will be less exposed to the smell, but if she tires she will sit down on you hard to take the strain off her knees and legs, and that can be painful for you.’ Her asshole is hovering over my mouth. It is dilated and the tip of the turd is sticking out. While Ms. Pennington talks, it slides slowly downwards. ‘If she defecates from a higher position, make sure your mouth is positioned exactly beneath her anus. She has no visibility of her exact position and don’t expect her to adjust. It is your responsibility to catch her turds as they come falling out. Mind that turds don’t always slide out in a straight line. They may curl sideways or even upwards. If it is a long one, you may have to move your head from side to side to catch a zigzagging turd without having it pile up on your face.’ As if to prove the point she just made, Ms. Pennington’s turd is curling to the left as it works its way out of her asshole. It is a light brown in color and shines in the overhead light. I move my head beneath the broad underside of the curl and have to widen my mouth considerably. It ...

... sags down and smears the corners of my mouth as it slowly slides inside. Ms. Pennington has fallen silent above me, grunting from time to time as she squeezes her dump into me. The smell is foul but worse is the taste, bitter and sharp. Nothing like I have ever tasted. I suppress a gag reflex. My mouth suddenly fills up as the end of the turd slithers from her asshole and drops completely in. A sigh of relief slips from Ms. Pennington’s lips. ‘No sooner have you taken in the first turd, you start to chew. Ms. Saunders is not a patient person and she will not wait for you to be ready for the next one.’ Nor will Ms. Pennington. Already her asshole is dilating and the tip of the next turd is pushing out. Chewing is harder than it sounds. The taste of her shit is horrendous and only gets worse when I sink my teeth into it. I’m having a hard time with the gag reflexes, but somehow manage to chew the turd in my mouth into a mushy mass and force it down my throat in three tortuous swallows. Already the second turd is pressing against my lips. It is curling to the right and I catch it sideways just as it drops from her pumping asshole. It smears my upper lip as I pull it in with my tongue. Ms. Pennington is looking at me between her legs. ‘How are you doing down there?’ It is hard to speak with a full mouth. I want her to stop, so I shake my head from side to side. ‘Not so good, huh? Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it eventually.’ She starts pushing again and a third turd starts its ...