The Local Flavour - Sex Stories

The Local Flavour

... kick my pants from my feet, then lie back on the bed, leaving ample space for her to lie down beside me. But she doesn’t. Instead, she gets up onto the bed and straddles my head. It’s an impressive view to have a woman as big as Sara towering above me, especially as I have no clue what she’s going to do next. I stare up between her thick thighs, which although her legs are spread still touch at the top, right under her thong. Suddenly, she squats down and drapes her enormous ass over my face. ‘Be a darling and kiss my ass, yes? I love to have my ass kissed.’ My nose has slipped right between her fat buttocks. She lifts her ass a few inches and looks down at me between her spread knees. ‘Come on, don’t make me wait. You’ll get your turn.’ I look up at her massive bottom. The cloth of the thong is stretched so tight that it is partly pulled into her cunt. Two fat hairy cuntlips bulge out on either side of it. Further up, the strip thins out and disappears between her buttocks. Sara reaches behind her with both hands and spreads her ass for me before lowering it down onto my face again. Thick hairs tickle my chin as my lips disappear into her ass cleavage. A sweetish aroma emanates from her asshole, which behind the strip of cloth is exactly on my lips. I plant a shy kiss. ‘Is that all? Come on, put some passion into it. Don’t you like my ass?’ Suddenly her buttocks relax with a shudder and my face is wedged tightly into her fat ass. She must have let go of her ass cheeks ...

... because I feel her hand on my balls. She grabs them hard and twists them. I try to free myself from under her, but my head is nailed into the pillow by her fat ass and the more I wriggle my hips, the harder she twists my balls. With tears in my eyes I start kissing her asshole with almost religious fervor. ‘Aah, that’s better. Go on, don’t stop.’ Her voice comes muffled from above, as my head seems to be totally immersed inside her ass. It suddenly dawns on me that I can’t breathe. I panic and try to push her off me with both hands, to no avail. It is not until I slap her buttocks that she finally unplugs her ass from my face. I gasp for air. ‘What?’ ‘C-can’t breathe.’ ‘Stop whining. You have no time for breathing. You’re supposed to be kissing my ass.’ Her ass encloses me again. It doesn’t take long for me to be out of breath again. ‘What now?’ ‘Air’ is all I can utter between desperate gasps. ‘Oh boy, you’re such a sissy. All right then, I’ll give you air. Get ready.’ Her hand comes down and pulls the string of her thong aside. Her asshole is a deep hairy slit, dark brown in color with thin fleshy wrinkles centering inwards. Then the room blackens out again. I can feel her asshole pucker in and out against my lips, as if it were breathing. Suddenly, the soft flesh explodes outward and a gush of hot air hisses into my mouth. An unbearable smell of rotten eggs engulfs me, and a bitter taste spreads inside my mouth. ‘Better now?’ She has lifted her ass again and is peering down at ...