Beverly Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Beverly Ch. 02

... me, not the soft skin I was used to, and I could feel the tightness in my own skin where, well, shit had dried.

And images just flashed through my mind as they do sometimes when you're waking up.

I could see myself lying on my back on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, my face centered carefully under the open-frame bedside toilet, anticipating her arrival.

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No.

I would be on my back on the cold tiles with a complicated set of restraints holding me, immobile, my face centered under the seat, waiting not JUST for Beverly, for her entire Bunko club.

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The image was replaced with her laying back on the bed, her legs spread, the white cottage cheese-looking discharge of her yeast infection running from her pussy and her saying, "Dinner is served."

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Now it was her period and I was lapping greedily at the bloody discharge as she relaxed and the brown pile grew between her legs.

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Now I was being waterboarded as she spread her labia, settled onto my face, covered my nose and mouth, and started peeing.

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"I know you're awake," she said, swinging her leg over so she straddled me and then took me back into her mouth.

She had straddled me, her knees by my ribs, my arms stretched above me.

The delta of her thick pubic hair was matted with dried shit. Her labia were covered with it. I worked my arms around and parted her labia with my fingertips. The mucus membranes lining her vagina had kept it from drying out, but ...

... she was still thickly stained brown.

The scent had dissipated, only a barely detectable earthy smell remaining.

And I realized how completely addicted I was as I pulled her down, hungry to taste her.

No, that's not quite right. It's not the taste I craved so desperately. I was hungry for the feel of it.

I lifted my head, my fingers digging into the soft pad of her hips, pulling her down to seal my face against her pussy.

And I probed with my tongue as deeply as I could.

Her nectar started flowing almost instantly and as much as I loved the taste and oily feel of it I knew I would never be truly satisfied again unless we were dirty as well as messy.

Deep down inside I shuddered at this bridge I had crossed.

But, God help me, I welcomed it too.

I could picture her lips on the shaft of my shit-stained cock.

She came twice, hard, my mouth filling with the thick salty, oily feel of her pleasure. I swallowed, greedily and noisily.

My hands were on her ass, feeling how crusty she was, the dried shit coming off in little flakes.

I spread her cheeks and began licking her taint. You know the old joke?

Oh. Well, here it is.

Q: What do you call that little area between a woman's pussy and her asshole?

A: That's her taint. T'aint ass and t'aint pussy.

The dried shit was thick there, and as I licked it started to soften and I could feel it smearing my face.

Suddenly, one of those weirdnon sequiturs that can happen in my mind hit with the ...