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For a moment, there was nothing. I saw Savannah’s hand move gently through Claire’s hair. Then I heard Savannah take a sudden gasping breath and watched as all of her muscles went taut. Her eyes closed and her toes clenched. I was standing behind, but also slightly to the side, of Claire. I could see her head moving slightly. I tilted my head, and then I could see it. Claire’s tongue had slipped from between her pouty lips and it was slowly dragging its way up through my wife’s slit and then rolling gently around on her clit. Then it would drop back down and start again. Someone, other than me, was eating out my wife. I stifled a groan and closed my eyes. How was this happening?
Soon, the noises from across the room made it impossible for me to keep my eyes closed. I could hear the wet lapping sound of Claire’s tongue as it worked its way across my wife’s willing vagina. Worse, I could hear Savannah. She was breathing deeply and occasionally small, lilting noises would escape from her throat. I opened my eyes to see Claire inch slightly closer to my wife. Savannah had reached both of her hands up to her breasts, her fingers slowly playing with her nipples while her body writhed side to side. But wasn’t looking at Claire, her face was turned towards me. She smiled when she saw my eyes open.
“I don’t want you to feel left out Kat,” she said to me, between sharp gasps, “Why don’t you climb behind Claire. Get down on your knees and eat her ass?” My eyes widened. For a second, Claire stopped moving, her tongue froze, pressed firmly against Savannah’s wet clitoris. I felt my stomach fall into my feet and my hands tremble. What did she just suggest that I do? In a fog, I shook my head.
“I am not going to…” I started, and then Claire was, muffled slightly, interrupting me.
“She doesn’t have to. No one’s ever…” she started, shaking her head. Savannah’s hand, which was still on the top of Claire’s head, pushed down sharply and Claire dropped back down between my wife’s legs. I saw her head moving again and I could hear her tongue. I knew she was licking Savannah’s pussy lips. She didn’t have the courage to fight back. She did what she was told.
“I…,” I started.
“You said you wanted to do this,” Savannah said, “And this is what I want to. You are going to eat Claire’s ass. It will be fun.” As she spoke, Savannah’s eyes remained on me. While Claire continued to lick her, Savannah no longer seemed to notice now (even though Claire seemed to be moving faster). Her eyes bored into mine. My mouth was open from when I had begun to speak. I knew what I wanted to say. What I needed to say. Or, short of speaking, that I needed to walk out of the room. She had to know I wasn’t going to do this. But Savannah’s beautiful eyes trapped me in place. My mouth opened and closed a few times, like a landed fish. No sound came out. My legs refused to budge. Savannah’s eyes seemed to grow more and more intense. Eventually, I couldn’t even match her gaze. My eyes dropped, defeated. If this was what she wanted, how could I say ‘no’? My shoulders dropped. I walked silently over towards Claire, standing directly behind her ass.
The anger I felt before had morphed into something else. It was a hard emotion to explain. It was some kind of disgusted hatred. But it was hard to figure out where it was directed. I mean, to Claire for sure. I looked at her lithe, youthful body before me and it made the bile rise in my throat. But there was more to it than just that. I hated myself for what I was doing. Both because I was doing it and, bizarrely, for making Savannah force me into it. Maybe I should’ve just wanted to do it for her. I loved her, after all. Why was I so selfish about showing it?
Whatever the emotion, it totally broke whatever will I’d had to resist. Beyond resisting, it broke my ability to honestly feel my anger. I slowly dropped down on my knees between Claire’s feet, I realize that I felt numb. To be sure, the anger was burning deep inside of me somewhere. But on the surface…I couldn’t feel it anymore. I couldn’t feel anything. All that remained was a drive to do as I was told, to avoid feeling anything so I wouldn’t have to feel bad.
I settled on my knees behind Claire. Her round ass stuck up high in the air, just in front of me. I looked down I could see her tight, pink pussy lips. Claire was shaved totally bare and I could see her lips and the skin around it glistening with her juices. I could smell her body now, thick feminine arousal. Whatever reluctance she’d had (or feigned), it was clear that she was enjoying eating my wife. In fact, I could hear her soft groaning even over the sounds of her wet lapping and Savannah’s moans (Savannah had, it seemed, returned her attention to Claire’s licks). Claire’s scent, which might’ve been lovely in another context, made me almost feel ill now. It was almost good that I didn’t have to lick her there, didn’t have to taste it. Except what I had to do was worse.
Savannah never said another thing. She didn’t prod me forward. But she didn’t have to. I didn’t hesitate now. I knew that I was going to…do this, so there didn’t seem to be any reason to draw it out. Slowly, I brought my hands up in front of me. I brought them down again slowly, my palms facing towards the floor. After a moment, I felt my fingers gently rub against the soft, smooth skin of Claire’s ass. I felt her body tense, and then tremble at my touch. Slowly, I pushed down, letting my hands sink into Claire’s flesh. The round, full cheeks of Claire’s ass split under the pressure of my hands, pushing out to either side. I have to admit, now, that her firm flesh felt nice and my fingers instinctively squeezed into them. But I wasn’t thinking about that. Instead, I was focused between Claire’s cheeks as her ass rapidly spread open for me. There, in the center of her flesh, was a clean, crinkled pink rosebud. Claire’s anus.
I let out a shuddering breath as I looked at it. It wasn’t…unpleasantly looking in the abstract. I mean, I’d never gone out of my way to look at assholes or anything. But hers was small and symmetrical and her body smelled like soap and pussy. But I’d never done anything like this before. Not even with Savannah. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. And frankly, I didn’t want to know what I was doing.
But those thoughts didn’t even slow me down. As soon as Claire’s ass was spread apart, I began lowering myself towards it. I could feel Savannah’s eyes on me as my face quickly closed the gap separating me from Claire’s ass. My eyes flashed up and I saw her staring at me lasciviously. She moaned a little, but I don’t know if that was from me or from Claire. Regardless, in a moment, the last bit of distance separating me from Claire disappeared. I felt my cheeks slip against hers. I felt my lips press against the dense, firm flesh of Claire’s asshole. My humiliation was complete.
For a moment, I just let my lips press into Claire’s anus, the most bizarre kiss I’d ever given. I felt her body trembling against me, but she didn’t move. Her flesh felt hot and extremely firm against my lips, the smell of her skin was pleasant but strong. But I couldn’t stay like that forever, even if I didn’t want to go any further. Across the expanse of Claire’s white back and over her head, I could see Savannah, looking down at me sharply. She knew what I was doing, and silently demanded more. I sighed softly and closed my eyes. I would do what I had to do. But I couldn’t look at my wife while I did it.
My mouth opened slowly and I felt my lips spread out across Claire’s anus. I felt her shudder slightly at the sensation. At least she didn’t seem to like it either. But I couldn’t stop now, I had to force myself to act or I’d never do this. I took a deep breath and, all at once, forced my soft, wet tongue out from between my lips. Instantly the salty, clean flavor of Claire’s anus draped itself over my tongue. Her dense flesh felt hot and crinkly. I froze for a moment, unable to accept what I was doing. But I could feel Savannah’s eyes on me. I started to move my tongue. I kept it soft (afraid that it would…enter Claire if I made it rigid), but I sort of twisted it and rolled it against Claire’s flesh. Her flavor became more intense as I moved and my tongue flittered through the ridges and crinkles of Claire’s anus. I felt Claire’s body go even more rigid and I heard her moan slightly.
“My wife can eat an ass like no one else in the world,” I heard Savannah’s voice say, despite the fact that I’d never done this before, “Isn’t that good?” I heard a wet sound as Claire’s lips pulled away from Savannah’s clit for a moment.
“Yes,” she said sheepishly, and then returned to her task.
“Does it feel good? Do you like it?” she, I desperately wanted her to say she hated it as much as I did, but she pulled her lips away from Savannah again and said:
“Yes,” her voice smaller this time.
“Then she’d better keep it up,” Savannah responded. And so I did. Despite every inch of my body trying to rebel against me, I kept it up. I kept my tongue rolling and moving against Claire’s hot asshole. Soon, I felt it dripping with my saliva, feeling looser and more open as my tongue moved across. I was lapping at her then, no longer rolling my tongue but dragging it up and down against Claire’s anus. Sometimes, the tip of my tongue would actually enter her slightly and I could taste the coppery flavor of her insides as I licked. I made no noise (beyond the slurping sound of my tongue) and didn’t look up at Savannah. I could hear my wife moaning and I could still hear the sound of Claire sucking on Savannah’s clit. But more than anything else, I could hear Claire moaning slightly, in time with the motion of my tongue. I could tell by the rigidity of her muscles that she was nervous and uncomfortable, but her throat couldn’t lie. She groaned in pleasure at my touch and I hated both of us for it.
The humiliation I felt was intense. The actual physical aspect of the act wasn’t nearly as bad as I’d thought it would be. In fact, Claire’s skin was clean and tasted…nice. The only smell that I noticed was the scent of Claire’s wet pussy (which kept growing wetter and wetter as I licked). I’d always loved the smell of a woman and Claire’s aroma was particularly delicate. There was nothing particularly gross about the act I was committing. But I knew that Savannah and Claire both knew that I didn’t want to do this. They both knew that I was powerless to refuse, despite my disgust. And because everyone knew that…I felt embarrassed at my powerlessness. I hated myself for being subjected to this degradation. But I didn’t stop, each lap of my tongue adding another layer to it...
Extracted from YKN4949′s story “Marriage Trouble” on Literotica.com
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Soon, the noises from across the room made it impossible for me to keep my eyes closed. I could hear the wet lapping sound of Claire’s tongue as it worked its way across my wife’s willing vagina. Worse, I could hear Savannah. She was breathing deeply and occasionally small, lilting noises would escape from her throat. I opened my eyes to see Claire inch slightly closer to my wife. Savannah had reached both of her hands up to her breasts, her fingers slowly playing with her nipples while her body writhed side to side. But wasn’t looking at Claire, her face was turned towards me. She smiled when she saw my eyes open.
“I don’t want you to feel left out Kat,” she said to me, between sharp gasps, “Why don’t you climb behind Claire. Get down on your knees and eat her ass?” My eyes widened. For a second, Claire stopped moving, her tongue froze, pressed firmly against Savannah’s wet clitoris. I felt my stomach fall into my feet and my hands tremble. What did she just suggest that I do? In a fog, I shook my head.
“I am not going to…” I started, and then Claire was, muffled slightly, interrupting me.
“She doesn’t have to. No one’s ever…” she started, shaking her head. Savannah’s hand, which was still on the top of Claire’s head, pushed down sharply and Claire dropped back down between my wife’s legs. I saw her head moving again and I could hear her tongue. I knew she was licking Savannah’s pussy lips. She didn’t have the courage to fight back. She did what she was told.
“I…,” I started.
“You said you wanted to do this,” Savannah said, “And this is what I want to. You are going to eat Claire’s ass. It will be fun.” As she spoke, Savannah’s eyes remained on me. While Claire continued to lick her, Savannah no longer seemed to notice now (even though Claire seemed to be moving faster). Her eyes bored into mine. My mouth was open from when I had begun to speak. I knew what I wanted to say. What I needed to say. Or, short of speaking, that I needed to walk out of the room. She had to know I wasn’t going to do this. But Savannah’s beautiful eyes trapped me in place. My mouth opened and closed a few times, like a landed fish. No sound came out. My legs refused to budge. Savannah’s eyes seemed to grow more and more intense. Eventually, I couldn’t even match her gaze. My eyes dropped, defeated. If this was what she wanted, how could I say ‘no’? My shoulders dropped. I walked silently over towards Claire, standing directly behind her ass.
The anger I felt before had morphed into something else. It was a hard emotion to explain. It was some kind of disgusted hatred. But it was hard to figure out where it was directed. I mean, to Claire for sure. I looked at her lithe, youthful body before me and it made the bile rise in my throat. But there was more to it than just that. I hated myself for what I was doing. Both because I was doing it and, bizarrely, for making Savannah force me into it. Maybe I should’ve just wanted to do it for her. I loved her, after all. Why was I so selfish about showing it?
Whatever the emotion, it totally broke whatever will I’d had to resist. Beyond resisting, it broke my ability to honestly feel my anger. I slowly dropped down on my knees between Claire’s feet, I realize that I felt numb. To be sure, the anger was burning deep inside of me somewhere. But on the surface…I couldn’t feel it anymore. I couldn’t feel anything. All that remained was a drive to do as I was told, to avoid feeling anything so I wouldn’t have to feel bad.
I settled on my knees behind Claire. Her round ass stuck up high in the air, just in front of me. I looked down I could see her tight, pink pussy lips. Claire was shaved totally bare and I could see her lips and the skin around it glistening with her juices. I could smell her body now, thick feminine arousal. Whatever reluctance she’d had (or feigned), it was clear that she was enjoying eating my wife. In fact, I could hear her soft groaning even over the sounds of her wet lapping and Savannah’s moans (Savannah had, it seemed, returned her attention to Claire’s licks). Claire’s scent, which might’ve been lovely in another context, made me almost feel ill now. It was almost good that I didn’t have to lick her there, didn’t have to taste it. Except what I had to do was worse.
Savannah never said another thing. She didn’t prod me forward. But she didn’t have to. I didn’t hesitate now. I knew that I was going to…do this, so there didn’t seem to be any reason to draw it out. Slowly, I brought my hands up in front of me. I brought them down again slowly, my palms facing towards the floor. After a moment, I felt my fingers gently rub against the soft, smooth skin of Claire’s ass. I felt her body tense, and then tremble at my touch. Slowly, I pushed down, letting my hands sink into Claire’s flesh. The round, full cheeks of Claire’s ass split under the pressure of my hands, pushing out to either side. I have to admit, now, that her firm flesh felt nice and my fingers instinctively squeezed into them. But I wasn’t thinking about that. Instead, I was focused between Claire’s cheeks as her ass rapidly spread open for me. There, in the center of her flesh, was a clean, crinkled pink rosebud. Claire’s anus.
I let out a shuddering breath as I looked at it. It wasn’t…unpleasantly looking in the abstract. I mean, I’d never gone out of my way to look at assholes or anything. But hers was small and symmetrical and her body smelled like soap and pussy. But I’d never done anything like this before. Not even with Savannah. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. And frankly, I didn’t want to know what I was doing.
But those thoughts didn’t even slow me down. As soon as Claire’s ass was spread apart, I began lowering myself towards it. I could feel Savannah’s eyes on me as my face quickly closed the gap separating me from Claire’s ass. My eyes flashed up and I saw her staring at me lasciviously. She moaned a little, but I don’t know if that was from me or from Claire. Regardless, in a moment, the last bit of distance separating me from Claire disappeared. I felt my cheeks slip against hers. I felt my lips press against the dense, firm flesh of Claire’s asshole. My humiliation was complete.
For a moment, I just let my lips press into Claire’s anus, the most bizarre kiss I’d ever given. I felt her body trembling against me, but she didn’t move. Her flesh felt hot and extremely firm against my lips, the smell of her skin was pleasant but strong. But I couldn’t stay like that forever, even if I didn’t want to go any further. Across the expanse of Claire’s white back and over her head, I could see Savannah, looking down at me sharply. She knew what I was doing, and silently demanded more. I sighed softly and closed my eyes. I would do what I had to do. But I couldn’t look at my wife while I did it.
My mouth opened slowly and I felt my lips spread out across Claire’s anus. I felt her shudder slightly at the sensation. At least she didn’t seem to like it either. But I couldn’t stop now, I had to force myself to act or I’d never do this. I took a deep breath and, all at once, forced my soft, wet tongue out from between my lips. Instantly the salty, clean flavor of Claire’s anus draped itself over my tongue. Her dense flesh felt hot and crinkly. I froze for a moment, unable to accept what I was doing. But I could feel Savannah’s eyes on me. I started to move my tongue. I kept it soft (afraid that it would…enter Claire if I made it rigid), but I sort of twisted it and rolled it against Claire’s flesh. Her flavor became more intense as I moved and my tongue flittered through the ridges and crinkles of Claire’s anus. I felt Claire’s body go even more rigid and I heard her moan slightly.
“My wife can eat an ass like no one else in the world,” I heard Savannah’s voice say, despite the fact that I’d never done this before, “Isn’t that good?” I heard a wet sound as Claire’s lips pulled away from Savannah’s clit for a moment.
“Yes,” she said sheepishly, and then returned to her task.
“Does it feel good? Do you like it?” she, I desperately wanted her to say she hated it as much as I did, but she pulled her lips away from Savannah again and said:
“Yes,” her voice smaller this time.
“Then she’d better keep it up,” Savannah responded. And so I did. Despite every inch of my body trying to rebel against me, I kept it up. I kept my tongue rolling and moving against Claire’s hot asshole. Soon, I felt it dripping with my saliva, feeling looser and more open as my tongue moved across. I was lapping at her then, no longer rolling my tongue but dragging it up and down against Claire’s anus. Sometimes, the tip of my tongue would actually enter her slightly and I could taste the coppery flavor of her insides as I licked. I made no noise (beyond the slurping sound of my tongue) and didn’t look up at Savannah. I could hear my wife moaning and I could still hear the sound of Claire sucking on Savannah’s clit. But more than anything else, I could hear Claire moaning slightly, in time with the motion of my tongue. I could tell by the rigidity of her muscles that she was nervous and uncomfortable, but her throat couldn’t lie. She groaned in pleasure at my touch and I hated both of us for it.
The humiliation I felt was intense. The actual physical aspect of the act wasn’t nearly as bad as I’d thought it would be. In fact, Claire’s skin was clean and tasted…nice. The only smell that I noticed was the scent of Claire’s wet pussy (which kept growing wetter and wetter as I licked). I’d always loved the smell of a woman and Claire’s aroma was particularly delicate. There was nothing particularly gross about the act I was committing. But I knew that Savannah and Claire both knew that I didn’t want to do this. They both knew that I was powerless to refuse, despite my disgust. And because everyone knew that…I felt embarrassed at my powerlessness. I hated myself for being subjected to this degradation. But I didn’t stop, each lap of my tongue adding another layer to it...
Extracted from YKN4949′s story “Marriage Trouble” on Literotica.com
#lesbian #erotica #greatass #lesbiananalingus #literotica #vintage #penthousemagazine
