The Local Flavour - Sex Stories

The Local Flavour

... me between her legs. I feel so thoroughly humiliated that words fail me. Instead, I make a show of coughing my lungs out, which somehow calms me down enough to speak. ‘That stinks!’ ‘Are you complaining?’ Her tone is sharp and her eyes are cold and harsh. Her hand is back on my balls and I know that in my current position I am no match for her. I shake my head shyly. ‘I thought not.’ She lowers her ass again and pumps a barrage of long stinky farts into my mouth. I feel how the hot foul gas invades my lungs in ever growing amounts. ‘I never said you could stop kissing.’ She seems to have an endless supply of gas stored in her bowels. I kiss her erupting asshole over and over again. She lifts her ass slightly and wriggles it left and right, taking my head in tow, and never stops farting until she finally rolls off me. I jump off the bed and out of her reach. ‘What did you have to do that for?’ My voice trembles with indignation. ‘Do what?’ ‘You know. The … well, the … What you did.’ I can’t bring myself to pronounce the word. That’s how humiliated I feel. ‘The what? The farting? Oh come on, don’t be such a hypocrite. You were enjoying that.’ ‘I was not!’ ‘Of course you were. Look at you.’ She’s looking at my crotch. When I look down, I see my dick is bursting with hardness and bobbing up and down with uncontrollable pulsations. I feel like I’m going to cum right there right then. I am stunned. ‘Don’t just stand there. Come here, I’m ready now. Fuck me.’ Sara stands up and ...

... pulls down her thong. Then she climbs onto the bed on her knees, sticking her ass out to me. I am totally confused. On the one hand, my mind is telling me to run for my life. The woman scares the shit out of me. On the other hand, her fat behind waving at me in a blatant invitation seems to pull my body irresistibly towards the bed. I stare at the trembling mountain of flesh, the enormous ass cheeks firmly pressed together, the hairy cunt dangling beneath, wide open and pushing out between the thick thighs, glistening with moisture. Something snaps in the back of my head and I am sucked into her waiting cunt. The moment my cock sinks into her burning flesh, it starts pumping ever so slightly and I feel my life draining slowly into her vastness. ‘What are you waiting for? Start fucking me already.’ She pushes her ass into me. ‘Uhm, I just… I’m afraid…’ ‘What?’ She looks at me over her shoulder. ‘I-I’m sorry, it’s just that… I…’ My limp dick slips from her cunt and flops against my balls, still dripping. She drops to the right and sits on the edge of the bed. She looks incredulously at my sorry affair, then up at my bowed head. I avoid her eyes. ‘You didn’t.’ She spreads her legs and feels her cunt with her hand. ‘Oh you sneaky son of a bitch. You did. I never said you could cum inside my pussy.’ She jumps up and slaps me across the head. Feelings of guilt and shame - remnants of an unhappy youth – keep me from getting angry. ‘Did I tell you to cum? Did I?’ ‘Uh, n-no, no you ...