The Local Flavour - Sex Stories

The Local Flavour

... and straddles my head. Her huge butt is high up above my face. I marvel at the size of it. Although I’m scared shitless by it because of its suffocating capacity, I feel at the same time strangely attracted to it. I yearn to disappear into it, to feel the tight flesh all around my face, feel how I slowly sink into it, slide head first into her tight asshole, wallow in the soft slimy creases of her rectum, live forever in the hot moist confines of her bowels. She is massaging her massive buttocks with her hands. The tight flesh shudders as she moves them up and down in circles, spreading and closing the cleavage of her ass. I am mesmerized by her winking asshole as it is disclosed to me intermittently by the movement of her pulsating flesh. Whatever is to come next, it is clear to me that it involves the soft wrinkly mouth of her anus. Her broad back shudders ever so slightly and then her ass comes crashing down as she squats. She is holding her buttocks apart and my face slides smoothly into the enormous crevice. Her cunt settles on my chin and her asshole is precisely on my lips. ‘OK, open up now. It’s coming.’ I don’t quite understand. ‘I said open up! Open your mouth. I can’t do this when your mouth is closed. Come on, open it up. I’m not sure I can hold it any longer.’ Still dumbfounded, I open my mouth. Remembering the trick she played on me earlier tonight, I expect she’s going to fart. It had not really been a pleasant experience – for one thing, a man has his pride ...

... - but it had aroused me sexually to an extent nothing had ever before. I am beginning to understand what it is exactly that I like about this woman, what causes my feelings of unbounded love for her in spite of the sheer terror her actions trigger. It is the unequivocal way she takes control of me. The power. I don’t know what it is in her that gives her this absolute certainty that she can get away with anything she pleases, and that I will go along with it without the least resistance. Or is it something in me? I can feel her asshole swell between my lips, but there is no sound and no wind, nor does the soft flesh flutter. Instead of quickly decreasing, as it did when she farted into my mouth, the swelling seems only to increase. I have no idea what is happening. Surely she cannot be… Yes she can, and she is. A thick knob emerges from her asshole and starts pushing its way past my lips onto my tongue. It feels warm, almost hot. The surface is hard and slimy. I feel how it slowly pushes its way into my mouth, past my tongue and over my palate, filling my mouth slowly but surely to capacity. When I feel my mouth can hold no more, a sudden intestinal contraction somewhere above my head expulses the turd in its full length and it curls up against the back of my throat, blowing up my cheeks and spreading my jaw wider than I thought possible. Sara lifts her leg and pivots on her right knee, until she is kneeling by my side. There is a strange glow in her eyes when she watches my ...