What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Ch. 03

NOTE: As with previous stories of mine, this is mostly about anal sex with a fair amount of explicit scat and watersports thrown in. And if you're from the US, then remember than in the UK a 'fanny' is a pussy and 'ass' is a beast of burden.

"Please Tom. Can't she just stay for a couple of weeks until she gets herself sorted out?"

"I don't think it's a good idea babe."

"Why?" My girlfriend was almost whining her plea, "She's split from her bloke and has got nowhere to live, and she's an old friend."

"But she's a crazy nympho Emma." It was true. Emma's old college room-mate Claire was a certified slapper. "She's just split from Dave so she'll be as horny as hell and be bringing a different guy back here every night for a noisy fuck-on-the-rebound."

"Or a different girl"

That was a possibility. I knew all about the lesbian shenanigans that she and my girlfriend had got up to at university, and Emma knew that talking about it got me horny. I had a vivid picture in my mind of them both naked, fondling one anothers ripe teenage breasts, fingering their itchy pussies and bringing themselves to juddering climaxes with their tongues. My girlfriend and her ex-flatmate Claire were what we refer to in England as L.U.G.s or 'lesbians until graduation' meaning otherwise heterosexual girls who choose, for whatever reason, to have sex with their girlfriends while a student (a public-school educated friend of mine - who claims to have been rogered up the arse by a minor royal at Eton - says that boys get through that phase sooner; as he puts it, P.A.P.S. or, 'poofter at prep-school'!) Emma has never made any secret of her lesbian liaisons at university, in fact she has described many of them in detail for my pleasure, and like most men (I suspect) I find her continuing bisexuality a huge turn-on.

"And besides, she's working so she won't have that much time for sexual marathons," she added, trying to persuade me to give house room to her ex-lover.

It was true that Claire had a job, but she was a nurse, and you know what they say: there are only two sure things in life - death and nurses. To begin with, I wasn't that all that keen on having Emma's ex-girlfriend around the house, especially as Emma was going to be away leading a sixth form trip abroad for a week, but not for the reasons I had given Emma. What Emma didn't know is that Claire and I had already had sex a couple of weeks before. She had been going through a rough patch with Dave (which usually meant he wasn't managing to fuck her twice a day) and she had come round to our place, as she put it, to cry on my girlfriend's shoulder (which, of course, I took to mean 'lick out my girlfriend's pussy') but Emma was away at a conference, so I cooked her supper and opened several bottles of wine. Of course one thing led to another and wine led to a snog and a snog led to feeling her tits up, and soon I was having some of the hardest, dirtiest sex of my entire life. Don't get me wrong - my girlfriend is a perverted, dirty little bitch in the sack, but Claire was something else, sexually insatiable with a filthy gob on her that makes Layla Jade sound like a nun!

Having her back in the house with Emma away was sure tempting, but perhaps a little too risky as I had never told Emma about our tryst. However, I also knew that there was every chance that with Claire living with us there would be a replay of their student rug-munching days with me as a spectator, and that was a very tempting prospect indeed. All it would take would be a few glasses of wine and I knew my girlfriend wouldn't be able to resist a whiff of pussy from her old lover. So that slight possibility of witnessing my girlfriend and our proposed lodger in the throws of lesbo lust was just enough for me to agree.

Claire turned up the following weekend and moved her worldly goods into our spare room. She seemed genuinely grateful for the room and greeted Emma warmly with a kiss - a little too warmly I thought, but then I suppose they had such a history of intimacy that I could hardly be surprised. Emma asked her if she had been able to get all of her belongings from Dave's flat.

"Yeh, but no thanks to that shithead - I hope his pathetic little dick drops off." This was the Claire I knew. In common with a lot of public school educated posh birds, she had a mouth like a sewer and the sort of temper that you'd expect a red-head like her to have. "Do you know what he was doing while I was there collecting my clothes?" I had a feeling she was going to tell us. "He was fucking her!"

"Who?" Emma asked, rather unnecessarily.

"That, that . . . trollop." Claire spat the word out. "That silly little whore that he's moved into his place. He was fucking her slack fanny from behind in the kitchen all the time I was there. Fucking bastard."

A case of the pot calling the kettle black I mused given that dear old Dave had given Claire the heave-ho when he came back early from work and found her taking it up the shitter from the builder who had been building his conservatory. What's more, she had taken it up the arse from me a week before that. That had always been Claire's problem: she had relationships with successful, intelligent, wealthy men but craved something rougher. Getting her pony club subs paid and being taken out for expensive meals were never enough; she craved illicit, hurried sexual liaisons with working men, men who fucked her like a piece of meat, who spat on their knobs like actors in porno and mauled her tits with rough workman's hands as they buggered her flawless white bottom. Emma's theory about Claire was simple: having gone to a girls' school, she was mostly lesbian until she got to university so she looked to women for tender, erotic sex; men, on the other hand, meant mindless, pointless fucking, as hard and as dirty as possible.

Claire had a bath and came down for dinner that evening, looking fresh and fragrant. She was beautiful, no doubt about it. Her long red hair was tied into a bun, with wisps falling onto her bare shoulders. She wore a little black dress, her enormous knockers thrust upward and together, the black of her dress accentuating the ivory whiteness of her lightly freckled skin. He waist was narrow, flaring out at the hips and leading in a gentle slope to her full rounded bottom. Her eyes were a soft green and her full lips could only be described as 'cocksucking'. I wondered how many cocks she had in fact sucked; hundreds probably. She drank some white wine and, as she put the glass down, licked her lips. I realised that this tongue was the same tongue that had lashed my girlfriend's pussy to climax so many times in the past. I began to feel inexplicably slightly jealous of Emma. Emma, after all, had tasted Claire's pussy, and often too. She had described it for me on many occasions - a hot, sopping gash beneath a thicket of curly ginger pubes, a tight little pink arsehole just below. It was extraordinary how a woman so well-bred and obviously beautiful could at the same time look so gloriously slutty. She was one of those girls who you knew took it up the chuff. Everything about her cried 'Fuck me.' My eyes were again drawn to her breasts and I remembered that Emma had sucked on Claire's magnificent teats as well, slurped and chewed on her big pink nipples, just as I had. Suddenly Claire's voice interrupted my reverie.

"Are you a tit man Tom?"

"Sorry?" I coughed, almost choking on a mouthful of wine.

"It's just that you've been staring at my boobs for ages now."

Before I could respond Emma answered for me.

"It's hardly surprising Claire. More of your tits are out in the open than are inside your dress."

"If you've got it flaunt it, I say." Claire gave me a flirtatious look. "So, Tom, would you say you were a breast man or not?"

"I think he's more of an arse man really," Emma said with an astonishing lack of embarrassment.

"Oh really," Claire's eyes twinkled wickedly. "It's all falling into place. Emma told me that you've converted her to backdoor love. You bad boy."

"Em, for God's sake!" I must have been blushing like a pillar box at this point. Claire was really out of order. She knew damn well that I was most definitely a 'tit-man' given the amount of attention I had paid to her mams that night, and as for my predilection for sodomy, well, that had been made pretty clear too.

"Oh don't get in a stew Tom, these are the sort of things girls talk about all the time."

"Well, I'm not a girl, so talk among yourselves."

"Come on Tom, it's nothing to be ashamed of," she shot me a knowing look. "In fact if Emma is to be believed, then you have a great deal to be proud of . . . "

So that's what they giggled about on the phone every weekend, buggery and the size of my knob. I wondered if Emma had divulged some of the more colourful details of our sex life. Claire had been pretty wild together, but I assumed that the kinkier aspects of my relationship with Emma were unknown to her. Perhaps Emma had told her? Perhaps Emma knew all about my night of lust with her old flame? Claire was certainly flashing me 'knowing' looks and I could see that her nipples were erect, poking through the velvety fabric of her tight dress. How I remembered those fantastic pink nips of hers . . . how big and hard they felt in my mouth, salty with the sweat of rutting. With some difficulty I managed to steer the conversation in a more innocent direction before my painful erection got any larger.

When we finally said our goodnights and Emma and I retired to bed I was hornier that I had been in a long time. As soon as the door was closed we kissed, Emma's mouth clamped to mine like a limpet mine, her tongue swirling around my mouth. I slipped my hands under her skirt and into her panties, squeezing her bum and pulling her towards me so that her cunt mound was pressed against my tumescent cock. Within seconds we were naked and I snogged her, my cock hard between her legs against her humid cunt lips, her hard brown nipples grazing my chest as I tasted her mouth. Emma sank to her knees and took my painfully stiff penis in to her mouth, jacking the shaft as she sucked me. As she slurped on my cock I felt her slim finger trace a ring around my hairy arsehole and slip gently inside, seeking out my prostate. Her excellent technique was bringing me close to coming and I warned her so.

"But I want to taste your cum baby, I can't wait for it," she begged, lust burning from her brown eyes.

And sure enough, after a couple of minutes of expert cock-sucking and two fingers ramming up my shitter, my cock exploded. Emma took the first gob of jism greedily in her mouth, sucking it down, then pulled my spurting prick out of her mouth to aim the following volleys of spunk over her face and tits. Grabbing my rapidly softening knob, Emma led me to en suite bathroom and into the shower. Kneeling before me she closed her eyes and cupped her full, tanned titties. Panting, she opened her mouth enticingly. I knew want she wanted and, thanks to more than a bottle of wine I was well qualified to give it to her. I relaxed and let a jet of scalding piss spurt from my cock over her breasts, hosing each firm orb clean from the clinging ropes of jism that they I had spattered over her jugs. She moaned softly and fondled her slippery jugs as I showered her with hot piss, pinching her large brown nipples and savouring the sensation of hot urine splashing over them. I pissed upwards towards her face, washing off the spunk that was hanging from her chin, then into her mouth, filling it with urine which she struggled to gulp down. When I had forced the last few drops of pee from my cock I pulled her up and kissed her, tasting her pissy mouth and feeling her slippery teats slide over my chest. Then it was my turn to kneel at her feet and receive what she had to offer. I pressed my mouth to her hairy mound, slipping my tongue between the meaty lips of her cunt. I was busily tongue-fucking her twat when she shuddered, grasped her joggling melons and began peeing in my mouth. Her pee was hot, salty, delicious. I gulped it down as I had the wine earlier, and I mused that I was contributing to the environment by recycling it again. I pulled my tongue from her fanny and let her piss splash my face, before covering her bushy cleft once more and swallowing the last of her hot piss that came fizzing and hissing from her pussy. I was hard again and I whispered that I wanted to fuck her, thrusting two finger up her sopping cunt to ram home the message. No time or inclination to shower, we were going to fuck right there on the bathroom floor.

Emma got on all fours and thrust her bum towards me.

"I going to have to do without this for a week so make it last Tom. Fuck me hard."

I knelt behind her and stroked the engorged head of my cock up and down the furry cleft of her pussy, teasing her.

"Just fuck me baby, stick it up my cunt."

"How are you going to manage a whole week without getting porked Emma?"

"I'll manage. What about you though?"

"I guess I'll have to manage too."

"Probably not necessary with Claire here. I doubt that she'd refuse a fuck if you offered."

My dick hardened even more at Emma's reference to Claire. She was practically suggesting that I fuck her ex-lover for crying out loud! I deflected her from that subject in case she thought again and retracted her permission.

"Well, I'm sure that there'll be a lot of sixth-form cock straining to get inside your knickers over the next week too darling. Shafiq's going on this trip isn't he?" With that I thrust my prick up into her slippery cunt channel and began humping her. I knew that it would make her horny if I mentioned Shafiq - the school cricket captain and proud owner of the biggest flaccid cock I'd ever seen in the school changing rooms. Most boys would creep embarrassed into the showers, trying to shield their adolescent genitals from view as they showered in the shortest time possible. But not Shafiq. Knowing that he was hung, he would saunter naked into the showers, his huge brown dong swinging between his slim, muscled legs, enjoying the sidelong glances that the less generously endowed were giving him. Ever since I had mentioned his natural 'gifts' Emma had been almost obsessed with him and I knew that only by desperately clinging to professional propriety was she able to resist the temptation to seduce him. I hoped more than anything that during the trip to Paris she would give into that temptation.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck yes," she moaned, almost incoherent with lust as I slammed her squelching vadge. "Fuck me hard, like you're going to fuck that ginger bitch behind my back. Fuck me like Shafiq is going to fuck me next week."

"I'd like to imagine that Emma: you on your hands and knees every night, panting, as Shafiq feeds his huge brown dick up your arse. You getting royally buggered in some Parisian hotel by a young Pakistani lad while I shag the arse off Claire here in our bed."

"Oh Tom, that's so hot. I want to watch you fuck her, I want to see you rodding her back passage. I bet the dirty bitch loves it up her arse."

"Sure she does. She's a filthy nympho bitch, a dirty slut like you who loves getting her shithole packed with cock. And you're a dirty bitch who's going to have an itchy butthole all week thinking about all those big teenage cocks that could be buggering her."

I looked down at the wrinkled knot of her anus, big and brown and succulent, pouting and flexing with every savage thrust of my tool in her cunt. I can't resist it. Her cunt felt good around my thrusting cock; hot and wet - her beefy cunt-flaps massaging the painfully hard shaft of my thrusting dick. But her arse . . . my God, her arse rules me (it always amuses me to think that in Latin 'rectum' is part of the verb 'to rule' - who said it was only the Greeks who were into shit-packing!) Emma's pussy is perfect; as far from porn star quim as you can get - big beefy flaps forested with curly brown pubes which extend from her belly-button right round to her heavenly anus, but even when I'm feasting on her box, all it takes is the slightest whiff of her shithole and I'm down there immediately, stabbing my tongue into her pooper. I licked my fingers and began to massage the rubbery rim of her shithole, slipping my forefinger into her hot, clammy rectum. I could feel the blunt end of a turd only inches from her anal opening, and working my second finger into her shit-pit I toyed with the tip of her log. I pulled my aching cock from her hairy pussy with an obscene slurp and spat on her stretched pucker to moisten her impending sodomising.

"No, Tom, I really need a shit."

I continued to finger her rubbery arsehole, excited beyond belief by the hot shit that filled her bottom. The first girlfriend I had ever buttfucked, a willowy blonde lass called Caroline, had relished a good hard anal pounding as much as my current lover, but unlike Emma had always prepared the way with a pre-sodomy enema. This always seems to me a denial of what anal sex actually is: a deeply unnatural, perverted act. It's fucking a girl not in a substitute pussy, but where she shits.

Oblivious to her protests, knowing that she relished having her full bottom fucked as much as I enjoyed fucking it, I pressed the crown of my dick, slippery with her viscous fanny-batter, onto the cringing brown rim of her anus and began pushing forward. It took me almost a minute to work my helmet into her shitter, but once I was in I began to steadily work my shaft into her backside. Almost immediately I felt my cock come up against something firm in her bottom, and I continued to thrust into her arse, my rigid dick sinking deeper into her chute, butting against the mass of poop up her passage until I was completely buried up her, my balls resting against the steaming lips of her cunny. Emma raised her torso up so that she was kneeling infront of me, sitting on my prick and panting like a horse as she struggled to accommodate my hard cock in her already full bottom. I brought my hands around to cup her breasts, pinching on her swollen nipples.

"Oh baby, your arse was made to fuck," I groaned in her ear, "It's so fucking hot and tight. I can feel your shit around my cock."

"Tom I feel so full - your cock and a big turd up my arse - it's like being fucked by a fourteen inch dick."

"Or like being fucked by Shafiq." I knew that the mention of her fantasy schoolboy stud would turn her on. "I know you want him to shag you baby, and I want to watch. I want to see his huge cock pistoning in and out of your gorgeous bum."

"O God Tom, I want it too. I need that big Paki cock fucking my shitter, feel him filling my back-passage, feel his big balls slap against my fanny, feel his hands squeezing my tits."

"And I'll fuck Claire here too darling, right in front of you; give her one hard up the shitter while you watch, make those big jugs bounce while I bugger her."

I had the hots for Claire big-time and I knew that the moment Emma left for France I would waste no time in getting into her knickers and tasting that ginger cunt of hers. Don't get me wrong: Emma is all that I desire; she's my perfect woman - pretty, big-titted, hairy-cunted and with a penchant for being shit-canned. But I also love to fuck other women; it's the thrill of difference I suppose. But I love to watch Emma getting fucked by other guys too; I love to watch other men (and women) feast on her pussy, teasing her big hairy fanny with their tongues as they finger her shithole, I love to see her reach behind to spread her buttocks for a good rimming, her delicious brown anus blooming like a rose, I love to see how massively erect men's dicks get when they are eating her arsehole, I love to see the lascivious expression on her beautiful face while some guy eases his huge erection into her cringing bottom, I love to see her ramming her butt back onto the fucker's dong, cramming more and more of his turgid meat into her greedy shit-tube, I love to see how hard her big brown nipples get when she is being buggered, I love to see her cum with another man's prick up her shitter, I love to see her viscous cooze dripping from her furry cunt in long strings as another guy uses her bum for his pleasure, I love to hear her tortured shithole slurping and farting under every sodomistic thrust of the cock in her arse, I love to see and hear how a big cock up her arse turns my prim little French teacher girlfriend into a filthy-talking, anal-maniac whore and I love to see the look of ecstatic exhaustion on the face of the guy shagging her when he at last comes and unloads a torrent of jism up her guts.