Date: Mon, 13 Oct 2003 10:39:51 +0100 (BST)
From: Tom Smith <arsehole_addict@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Chapter 6

Note: Here we are with chapter 6.  Will Shafiq finally
get to bugger my girlfriend?  Read on and see!

Very many thanks are due to our friend
anal_ayesha@yahoo.co.uk for supplying the Pakistani
cultural references etc.

Also, if you'd prefer to send feedback to Emma, the
inspiration for these stories, her email is
emma_anal_slut@yahoo.co.uk
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Emma walked out of the hotel into the warmth of the
Parisian night. She was looking for a bar, just
somewhere to sit and read her novel over a glass of
wine or two. But she was also looking for some less
innocent fun. She had felt horny all day; only that
morning Tom had buggered her over the desk in her
office and had left her with an itch in her arsehole
and a desperate need to satisfy it. She had wanted his
cum too, to feel it spurting in her bottom, raining
down on her breasts or filling her sucking mouth and
slithering down her throat, but he had withheld that
as well. It was almost as if he had been trying to
make her horny. So now she would meet someone in a
bar, flirt outrageously with them and then end the
evening on her hands and knees being soundly buggered.
She used to be coy about her preference for anal sex,
pretending instead to be in the middle of her period
and shyly suggesting that they could "try the other
way", but since she had discovered the magical
cock-hardening effect of the phrase "I really love it
up the arse" she had had no qualms about using it.

She recalled the last time she had been in Paris, a
weekend with Tom. They were eating in a restaurant and
a good-looking Arab waiter was giving her the eye,
ogling her boobs. Tom saw what was going on too, and
she saw his excitement. Sometimes she wondered whether
Tom got more pleasure from watching other men fuck her
than he did from fucking her himself! She went to the
lavatory and pretended to adjust her make-up. About
three minutes later the waiter came in and locked the
door of the ladies' from the inside. He stood behind
her and kissed her neck, his hands immediately going
to her breasts. He squeezed and fondled her jugs,
lifting them out of her top so that he could pinch her
large, stiff nipples. His hands travelled down her
body to lift her skirt. He fingered her sodden cunt
through the gusset of her knickers, pressing his
erection into the soft cheeks of her arse. Slipping
down her panties he brought them to his face and Emma
watched as he inhaled deeply, smelling her arousal.
She heard a belt buckle and almost immediately felt
the large, blunt tip of his cock nudge the lips of her
hairy pussy and slip inside.

She hadn't even seen his cock, but there was no doubt
as to its size. Still, she knew what it looked like
anyway; she had seen enough big Arab pricks in her
time. It would be big, brown and circumcised just like
the cocks she had seen the time she and Tom had
attended an orgy in Amman and five Jordanian men had
stood around her and showered her naked tits with
their cum. The waiter's cock was doing delicious
things to her oozing fanny, but Emma wanted to feel
him pounding another orifice. She managed to whisper,
"Dans mon cul" and saw the lust in his face as he
pulled his huge dick from her sloshing cunt and aimed
it at her shithole. He spat onto her puckered anus and
she pushed out, as if shitting, to ease his passage
into her guts. She felt the monstrous glans of his
slippery cock press into the core of her arsehole and
enter her. Desperate to be filled up, Emma pushed back
against the waiter, sucking more of his huge erection
into her shit-box. He smiled at her sluttishness and
pushed forward to give her what she wanted. Soon he
was entirely buried in her beautiful bottom and, as he
began slowly to bugger her, pain gave way to pleasure
and Emma's fingers dived into her steamy twat.

The waiter showed no finesse as he sodomised her,
simply thrusting his massive dick into her churning
rectum so that his heavy, swinging bollocks slapped up
against her cunt. Emma was in arse-slut heaven, her
shitter totally packed with hard, Arab meat and
viscous juices from her hot pussy coating her frigging
fingers. She looked at herself in the mirror, her hair
flinging to her face with sweat, her baps bouncing on
her chest with every lunge of the waiter's cock in her
arse. She felt him pull out and realised that her anus
was gaping lewdly. He dropped to his knees and she
felt his tongue enter her bottom and lick her
shit-passage. His tongue felt wonderful in her
arsehole, but she also felt maddeningly empty. Weakly,
she begged him to fuck her arse more. He stood behind
her once more and with a single powerful thrust he
sank his cock all the way up her crapper and began to
bugger her with renewed vigour, slapping her buttocks
as he did so and calling her a slut. She felt an
orgasm taking hold of her pussy and radiating out
through her body, seizing her breasts and making her
erect nipples tingle with pleasure. She was moaning
loudly so the waiter stuffed her mouth with her own
panties to stifle her moans. The, at precisely the
right moment he grabbed her teats and pinched her
nipples hard, sending her over the edge into a
violent, crashing climax. Then she felt his body
stiffen behind her and with a series of short jabs
into her arse she realised that the waiter was coming,
filling her guts with his thick, spicy load. He pulled
his softening cock from her shitter with an obscene
farting sound, and taking the panties from her mouth,
stuffed them crudely into her no longer puckered
shithole.

The waiter stuffed his still semi-erect dick into his
trousers and zipping up his fly left Emma alone in the
toilet. Hurriedly, she lifted her baps back into her
top and smoothed her skirt over her smarting bottom.
He hadn't said a word to her in the whole 20 minutes
he'd been sodomising her, and she still hadn't seen
his cock! Tom had already paid the bill and five
minutes later they were back in their room. Emma
squatted over her boyfriend and as she pulled her
panties from her arsehole she allowed the waiter's
creamy jism to ooze from her tortured back passage
into his open mouth. Tom licked and sucked at his
girlfriend's freshly-fucked pooper as he listened to
her describe in pornographic detail exactly how much
of a dirty slut she had been. Almost as much of a
dirty slut, in fact, as the chubby little chambermaid
who had been only too willing to spread her fat cheeks
that afternoon for Tom's big cock while Emma was out
shopping . . .

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Shafiq, who was discreetly following his French
teacher through the streets of Paris, was beginning to
wonder whether the events of that day had actually
taken place or whether they were part of some kind of
bizarre, perverted dream. He had started the day by
walking in on Miss Boswell as Mr Smith was thrusting
his oily prick into her shitter and goading her to
admit how much she wanted to be anally fucked by
Shafiq, and then as he was having an intense wank in
the boys' loos, Mr Smith had come in and given him the
same treatment. Shafiq wasn't gay, he liked girls
alright, he just loved the feeling of having his butt
filled. He rarely masturbated without fingering his
own arse and tickling his prostate. Sometimes, when
his elder sister Shazia was out of the house, he would
sneak into her room and steal one of her large dildoes
to use on his arse as he pumped his massive rod. He
had been fucked by real pricks, of course, mostly his
cousin Rahim and a couple of mates at school, and he'd
fucked a few lads up the arse too, but what he really
lusted after was a woman who would be able to take his
enormous schlong up to the balls in her arse. He'd
gone out with Sarah Price for a while, attracted
mostly by her huge jugs and slutty reputation, but
even in spite of her colourful sexual past, his huge
phallus proved too large for her tight bottom and he
had regretfully returned to fucking her hairy pussy.
Shafiq loved hairy cunts. All of the Pakistani girls
he'd fucked had been shaven so he never tired of
burying his face in Sarah's bushy vadge.

Only one girl had ever managed to take his entire 13
inch dick in her arsehole: his sister Shazia. Shazia,
to all outward appearances was a normal conservative
girl who wore the hijab and never showed so much as an
ankle in public. She was engaged to a man from their
mother's village in Pakistan and she was undoubtedly a
virgin. A virgin, but not a pure one. Beneath the
purdah, Shazia was a slut, pure and simple. Her
virginity was preserved because she let her lovers use
another hole: the hole she used for shitting. She was
quite simply addicted to taking cocks up her arse, the
bigger the better. And of course, by far the biggest
and best cock belonged to her younger brother. He had
been buggering her for over a year now and in return
she had initiated him in sexual practices that he had
barely imagined before. She wasn't really Shafiq's
type physically, she was slim and boyish with small,
pointy breasts, but then it wasn't her tits that
interested him, it was her tight, pert bottom. She had
crept into his room while he was masturbating one
Friday afternoon, while their father was at the
mosque. Shafiq's head was thrown back, his eyes closed
as he ran through his favourite fantasy of fucking the
Bollywood film star Kareena Kapoor's shapely arse,
when he felt a hot mouth engulf his helmet and looked
up to see his naked sister sucking him off. Before he
even had time to realise what was happening he began
to cum, shooting volleys of adolescent jism into
Shazia's mouth which she greedily swallowed. Then,
licking her lips, she swivelled round and presented
her stunned brother with her arse, parting her small
brown buttocks and slipping a finger into her tightly
puckered dark shithole.

"You couldn't get that monster up Rehana's shitter,
but I could take it up mine," she said sluttishly.
Rehana had been Shafiq's girlfriend until a few days
earlier and it was true that they had attempted anal
sex on a number of occasions. Rehana, too, was no
stranger to anal sex, but Shafiq's dick was just too
big for her arsehole so she had to bring him off in
her mouth or between her large melons. Shazia had
overheard Rehana telling one of her friends about the
gigantic size of Shafiq's cock and decided that she
wanted some for herself.

"I've already greased my hole for you, so just shove
it hard up my arse and fuck me, you stud," she begged.
Shafiq was both amazed and incredibly turned on to
hear his sister talk in such a slutty way. But her
next utterance stunned him completely.

"Come on 'DirtBoxDicker', fuck 'AnalSlutBitch' in her
dirty shithole." This couldn't be! His own sister had
been 'AnalSlutBitch', a girl he had been speaking to
the previous night on IRC! She had been so dirty that
he had assumed she was a man pretending to be female,
but he had carried on with the chat because it had
been so horny. He remembered it vividly. He had sent
her a picture of his cock, she had replied with photos
of her small tits and bald fanny, photos that he now
realised were real. She had been extremely filthy,
telling how love to get her 'shit packed', have her
lovers piss up her shitter after coming and suck big
juicy cocks straight from her anus. The final picture
was the best though. It showed a slim, faceless
Pakistani girl on all fours, her arsehole gaping
slightly as a very well hung white youth pulled his
dick from her backside; his huge cock was streaked
with shit and he was pissing into her open shithole!
The sight of that perverted scene made Shafiq cum
powerfully, so powerfully that his spunk hit his chin.

With the vigour of youth, Shafiq was hard again and
aiming his huge prick at his sister's glistening anus.
He pressed his knob to the elastic rim of her arsehole
and immediately felt her push down with her anus and
try to thrust her slim hips back onto his erection.
But Shafiq's huge girth was a struggle even for a girl
with consummate skills in anal sex like Shazia and his
pulsating glans failed to enter her backside. She
handed him a tube of KY and Shafiq massaged a dollop
into his shaft and pressed once more into the hot core
of her anus. Shazia pushed her anal ring outwards as
hard as she could, making it bloom like a dark rose
and farting loudly as she did so. Just as Shafiq felt
the rasping fart vibrate against his bell-end he
lunged forward and the tip of his cock slipped into
her back-passage. Again she began pushing her arse
back against her brother's tool, taking more and more
of it into her arsehole. After several minutes of
panting and groaning Shafiq had his entire thirteen
inch dong buried entirely in his teenage sister's
chuff, his bollocks resting against her smooth
cuntlips.

"Now fuck me Shafiq," she panted, "Dick your sister's
dirt-box." Shazia felt her legs shaking as she got
used to Shafiq's cock, her rectum more massively full
of meat then ever before. Shafiq pulled his sister's
butt-cheeks rudely apart and looked down at the root
of his prick stretching her anus to the limit. Slowly
he began to slide his weapon in and out of her
slippery arsehole, marvelling at how easily she was
taking the very organ which had defeated so many girls
in the past. There was no doubt about it; this bitch
had been buttfucked many times before. After several
minutes of slow, deliciously tantalising thrusting
into her arse, Shazia had adjusted to her brother's
size and began to shove her arse back against his
invading prick.

"Now bugger me hard you fucker," she yelled, "Hump the
shit out of my arse!"

"Fucking hell Shazia," panted Shafiq as he slammed his
cock into his sister's tiny butt, "I never realised
what a filthy slag you were."

"I just love it up my shitter so much," she explained,
"The bigger the better and yours, babe, is the fucking
biggest ever."

"No-one's ever taken it all Shazia, you're the first
who's taken every inch."

"That's 'cos no-one's as much of anal slut as I am.
And just you promise to keep feeding me that huge dick
and I'll promise to let you fuck my bum whenever you
like." And she was as good as her word. After that
first session of hard buggery, Shazia had never
refused to accept her brother's cock into her slutty
shithole whenever he wanted it. The initiative,
though, was usually hers, sometimes begging him for
anal intercourse three or four times in one day. Only
once had she completely failed to take his cock in her
arse: the time she was so desperate for a dump that
there simply wasn't room in her rectum for his cock as
well. She had squatted over the toilet in front of him
and forced a fat log of shit from her anus while he
watched. Then, as the turd splashed in the pan, Shafiq
had forced his enormous meat right up her filthy
backside in one stroke, shivering with delight as he
felt the slippery grittiness of her residual shit
lubricating his buggering cock. There was still a mass
of poop in her hot passage but for a slut like Shazia
that was no obstacle to her brother's horse-cock and
she moaned like a whore as he buggered her shitty
tailpipe, filling the bathroom with the spicy aroma of
her churned up shit.

Before long Shafiq let out an ecstatic sigh and shot
his load deep into his filthy sister's bottom. Shazia
now felt a desperate need to shit, but Shafiq had
other ideas. He felt Shazia's shitting muscles
involuntarily working to expel his softening cock, but
managed to keep his prick embedded in her fundament
until he was soft enough to piss up her. Shazia loved
him to piss up her shitter after fucking her, but he
had never done so when she had been this full. He
pissed hard up her guts and she moaned with pain and
pleasure as she felt his hot urine bloat her bowels.
When he had finished, he pulled his now flaccid dick
from her shithole and watched with wide-eyed lust as
his own piss squirted from her arse into the toilet.
She tried in vain to clench shut her obscenely
stretched arsehole to stem the flow, but following the
first jet of hot piss that shot from her rectum there
followed a couple of wet, slippery turds, and finally
another cascade of piss and jism. The perverse
spectacle of his sister shitting herself in front of
him made Shafiq almost instantly hard and without
warning he slammed his huge dick up her filthy, gaping
pooper and subjected her to another twenty minutes of
arse-splitting sodomy.

But now Shazia was away at college and Shafiq was
looking for other butts to fuck. Miss Boswell, he had
decided, would be perfect. Most of the lads at school
had the hots for her, probably because she had a
really tasty pair of baps and because quite often she
would arrive at school bra-less and they could spend
their lessons ogling her delicious knockers and dark
nipples. But as sexy as her lush ripe tits were what
captivated Shafiq was Miss Boswell's shapely derriere,
as juicy as a peach and the kind of full, round
buttocks that cried out to be gently parted so that
her tender arsehole could be soundly buggered.
Shafiq's obsession with his sexy French teacher had
developed still further when Sarah had let slip that
Miss Boswell had, "the hairiest fanny she'd ever
seen." He lost count of the number of times he had
wanked his stiff prick to a shuddering climax as he
fantasised about sodomising her, reaching around to
finger her juicy, bushy twat and cupping her large
teats in his hands.

Of course, he never imagined in his wildest dreams
that Miss Boswell would be the sort of woman who
enjoyed anal sex; he would have been delighted to have
caught just a flash of nipple or a stray tuft of pubes
as she bent over. And yet only that morning he had
seen her being buggered with his own eyes, and with
his own ears had heard her explicitly state her desire
for him, Shafiq, to fuck her up the arse. It was
beyond his wildest dreams. No great fan of the French
language, he had only come on this trip because he had
heard the hotel had a swimming pool and he had hoped
that he might get the opportunity to see Miss Boswell
in a swimming costume. He hardly dared hope that he
might get to see her out of one too.


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Emma sipped the chilled Chablis and tried to read her
novel, but it was no good. Her head was a fuzz of
sexual thoughts. She had noticed the barman casting
sly glances in the direction of her tits and that, in
itself, had strangely excited her. The bar had
semi-enclosed booths with leather seats and Emma sat
in one of these, keen not to be seen by any of her
pupils should they be out and about this evening. The
first glass of wine she finished quickly and returned
to the bar for another. This time she bought a bottle.
The barman was making an obvious attempt to chat her
up, complimenting her appearance and clothes,
commending her excellent French and staring at her
tits some more. He was quite cute; not French, Spanish
perhaps. Emma felt a slight churning in her pussy;
after all, the Spaniards were particularly keen on
buggery weren't they? It was a Spanish boyfriend of
hers, Pablo, who, many years before during a holiday
on the Costa del Sol had introduced her to the
delights of the beso negro: the anal kiss. He had
rimmed her so exquisitely that she had been begging
him to bugger her by the end of it.

Perhaps the Spanish barman would serve her needs; she
might wait until he closed up and see if he offered
her a "night-cap". Although by now she was feeling so
horny that would hardly have complained if he had
sodomised her there and then, bent over the table in
full view of all the customers. Her daydreaming was
interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Didn't expect to see you here, Miss!" Shafiq stood
smiling in front of her, lying through his teeth.

"Shafiq!" she gasped, a little too loud, "You
shouldn't be here, not in a bar anyway!" At the same
time she said it, she hoped that he wouldn't leave. He
was wearing a tight white T-shirt that clung to his
muscular chest and showed the tiny points of his
nipples. His jeans were tight around the crotch and
his bulge, fuck, his package was enormous! Emma felt
herself swoon as she imagined just how big his cock
might be. She wanted him. She blushed to think how
often she had fantasised about taking him in her arse.
Just the night before, when Tom had sodomised her, she
had been incoherent with lust as she imagined that it
was Shafiq fucking her.

Most of Emma's friends seemed to have the occasionally
fantasy about being fucked by an older man, someone
more experienced in the art of lovemaking who would
give them earth-shattering orgasms. During this kind
of girl-talk, Emma kept quiet. Her interest was at the
other end of the scale. She fantasised about teenage
boys. After all, orgasms had always come easily to
Emma (so to speak) and what these strapping youths
lacked in experience they made up for in youthful
enthusiasm and virility. Beside, part of her deepest
fantasy was that she would teach these boys; show them
how to pleasure a woman. Her recurring and hottest
fantasy, and one that she had shared with Tom many
times, took place in her class room, in the course of
a lesson. Tom would be there with her, standing behind
her, undressing her, exposing her large breasts to a
class of teenage boys. There would be gasps as he
shucked down her panties and everyone saw her bushy
fanny, and then further gasps of admiration and
disbelief as Tom lay on her desk and she squatted over
him and took his huge prick into her back-passage in
one, fluid motion.

The boys would get their cocks out, wanking themselves
to hardness as they watched their sexy teacher
buggering herself on her boyfriend's fat cock, her big
tits bouncing. Gradually the lads would get naked and
Emma would study their naked bodies: still skinny but
with developing musculature, their hard man sized
cocks looking gigantic on their still boyish bodies.
Some would be of average size, others larger than
average, some huge. The largest erections of all would
be sported by the black lads, the Arabs and the
Pakistanis, the very cocks that Emma desired to fuck
her into oblivion. As Tom's massive prick filled her
shitter she would salivate at the sight of the naked
boys surrounding her, pre-cum dripping from their
bulbous bell-ends. Leaning forward, she would open her
mouth and one of the lads would thrust his cock into
her mouth. Suddenly, as she slurps greedily on the
huge brown pole in her gob, she feels several pairs of
hands pawing her naked body, fingering her quim,
pinching her nips and squeezing her breasts. She sucks
a succession of cocks as Tom continues to bugger her
and other boys maul her ripe tits. She has already
taken two salty loads down her throat by the time Tom
fills her bottom with jism. Her legs trembling, she
walks over to a well-hung black boy who is sitting on
a chair wanking, and straddles him, allowing the hairy
wet lips of her sex slide slowly down his coal-black
shaft until he is buried to the root in her vadge. He
sucks her breasts and she rides him.

Holding her buttocks apart to display her
spunk-dripping gaping anus she hears Tom invite one of
the youths to sodomise her. The boy who comes to slip
his cock up her rear is smaller than Tom but the sheer
excitement of being buggered by a teenage boy is
enough to make her cum. Before long the boys cum too
and a pair young cocks fill her cunt and shitter with
spunk Lying on her desk with her knees pulled back to
her shoulders Emma then takes a series of hard cocks
in her arse and the air is filled with the earthy
aroma of her back passage. A huge-cocked Sikh boy is
ploughing her shit-trench while the black boy who has
already butt-fucked her licks her sperm-filled vadge.
Either side of her are Asian lads who are sucking and
biting her nipples and above her a slim skinhead lad
feeds his bloated pole into her mouth. He fucks her
orally until he comes, filling his mouth with a
torrent of viscous semen. Out of her corner of her eye
she can see the other boys, jacking their hard pricks.
Some are sucking off their mates and two boys are even
fucking. An Arab lad is bending over and grunting as
another slams his enormous schlong into his hairy
arse, their lemon-sized bollocks slapping together
with every harsh thrust. She feels the Sikh ejaculate
into her rectum and withdraw his cock. Immediately the
black boy tonguing her groove takes the beshitted
brown dong into his mouth and sucks it clean, tasting
the depths of his dirty teacher's bottom on his
classmate's knob.

Her shitter now maddeningly empty of randy young
cock-meat, Emma pleads for someone else to come and
fuck her shitter, sighing with sluttish satisfaction
as yet another turgid rod of brown gristle slides into
her fur-choked shithole to fill her bowels. She begins
to moan in ecstasy, because although this lad's cock
is not overly long, his huge girth stretches her
tortured shit-ring to the limit. She tells him how
good his cock feels up her shitter, how much she loves
to be buggered and how she deserves to be treated like
a slut because she uses her arse more for sex than for
shitting. The tightly muscled Pakistani boy humping
her shit-pipe pinches her nipples hard, making her
gasp with pain and delight. He begins to slap her
lolling tits and calls her a filthy slut. The tall
Arab lad whom she had just watched being fucked stands
over her and squats down so that his arsehole is
poised above her mouth. Emma inhales the scent of his
butt-crack and teases his hole with her tongue. His
anus is tightly clenched, but as Emma probes his
ringpiece he lets his fuckhole relax and his Arab
mate's scalding cum slithers from his shitter into her
open mouth. His shithole now slack and gaping, Emma
slides her tongue up into the torrid cavity of his
arse and laps like a dog at his spunk-filled passage.
The Arab boy's circumcised cock is still hugely erect
and the Pakistani lad shagging her bum leans forward
to take it into his mouth. The combined sensations of
his teacher deep-rimming his tingling shithole and his
classmate lashing his bell-end made him cum in
seconds, pumping a big load of hot spadge down the
Pakistani lad's throat.

The Pakistani bellows as he shoots his load far up her
intestines and the Arab boy dismounts and retires to a
corner to wank himself to stiffness again, hoping for
a go at Miss Boswell's shitbox later on. The
Pakistani's place is immediately taken by his twin
brother, who begins to bugger her. Several other lads
fancy being rimmed too and they take turns squatting
over their teacher's face, shivering with excitement
as she hungrily laps their puckered buttholes. Emma
relishes the variety of young, male arseholes that she
is presented with; some hairy, some smooth; some
tightly clenched and some, belonging to those who know
how to get rimmed, pushed out lasciviously so that
they can get the maximum benefit from her probing
tongue; some lads have been fucked and they fart and
strain their rectal contents into her mouth; some are
soapy clean and others sweaty and ripe. Whatever the
qualities of the adolescent turdholes presented to
her, Emma eats them all with the same sluttish
abandon, as her own turdhole is filled with yet
another cock.

As the last boy dumps his load in her guts, Tom kneels
in front of her and parts her buttocks with his
fingers, rimming her slack anus with his tongue. The
accumulated jism which fills her arsehole begins to
gurgle and belch from her shattered sphincter, pooling
on her boyfriend's tongue before he swallows it
noisily. Emma climaxes again as she shits their
arse-flavoured cum into Tom's mouth, pushing down with
her shitting muscles to expel the last few gobs. Then
the inevitable happens and she feels a turd travel
down her rectum and nudge against her shithole. Her
battered butthole is too well-fucked and slippery to
hold it in, but the turd is huge and it protrudes a
good couple of inches from her sexy bottom. Her pussy
seems to go into spasm as she realises that her lover
is licking it; licking her turd watched by a classroom
full of naked, horny, big-dicked teen lads. At last
she can hold it in no longer and she lets the entire
massive log slither out of her arse into Tom's cupped
hands. He stands up and, thrusting his hard prick once
more into her filthy crap-hole, smears the steaming
log over her jugs, pinching her shitty nipples as he
buggers her to one, final orgasm.

In recent versions of this fantasy, Emma made sure
Shafiq had a starring role. His would be the huge cock
that she saved until last, that filled her chuff like
no other. And now here he was, standing in front of
her and trying not to gawp at her tits. She realised
in an instant that she could have him if she wanted
to; she could end the evening on her hands and knees
sweating and grunting like a sow as her 16 year old
fantasy lover buggered her over and over again. Her
sane, sensible side knew this was madness. It could
cause endless difficulties and complications, it could
spell the and of her career, unmasking in the tabloid
papers as a filthy pervert. But the churning in her
fanny told her another story: a night of passion with
a stonkingly well-hung teenage boy. And besides, who
would believe any teenager who claimed not just to
have slept with his teacher but also to have buggered
her.

Emma told him to fetch a glass from the bar. She
watched his tight buns as he walked and felt a sudden
urge to bury her face in his tight behind, pulling
down his jeans and pants and licking up and down his
sweaty cleft before seeking out the wrinkled nut of
his anus and rimming him. She loved men's bottoms.
Nothing got her going as quickly as a pair of nicely
chiselled, taut buttcheeks. Yes, butt first, then
shoulders, then bollocks. She loved guys with really
big low-hanging bollocks. Cock size wasn't vital,
although as every woman who loves anal knows, the
bigger the cock the better the stimulation through the
pussy wall during anal. A really massive dick could
make her feel like her arse and cunt were being fucked
at the same time. Just before leaving her room Emma
had decided to forego the jeans in favour of a skirt,
leaving aside her knickers too. She dipped a finger
into her furry quim and felt how wet she was. She
wondered whether Shafiq would be able to smell her
arousal.

Shafiq returned with another glass and another bottle.
He was trying to get her pissed. Emma felt momentarily
shocked until she reflected that she had been thinking
of getting him pissed moments earlier. Shafiq, who
thanks to his conservative upbringing was not in the
habit of drinking, thought that he might need some
Dutch courage so poured himself a hefty glass of a
buttery, cool Chablis, topping up his teacher's glass
at the same time as he sat beside her. The
conversation, after a few tongue-tied moments on both
side, progressed easily into small talk. They moved
through hobbies and family to girlfriends. Shafiq was
surprisingly frank on that subject, explaining why he
had originally got the hots for Sarah Price.

"It was her breasts I suppose," he said cooly, taking
a mouthful of wine and studying Emma's reaction, "I
mean not that they're huge, although I suppose they
are quite big, more their beauty; they're so shapely
and ripe. Even when she doesn't wear a bra, her
breasts are perfectly firm and round." Emma swallowed
hard.

"Like yours," he added, looking intently into Emma's
eyes. Emma could feel her nipples protruding like
bullets, knowing that their aroused state would be
visible to Shafiq.

"Well, I suppose all men like tits, don't they?" she
laughed, attempting to defuse the intensity of the
situation somewhat.

"Oh I'm not sure about that," he said with a slight
smile, "I think I actually prefer bottoms more. That's
why I don't fancy skinny lasses. I like nice full
bottoms. The natural look. I mean, Sarah's got a
really nice arse, don't you think?"

Emma could only nod silently, painfully aware that her
nipples were shamelessly advertising her lust. She
made a lame excuse that must be a draft in the bar,
then realised too late that this comment only drew
further attention to her ripe and shapely baps.

"Could be," Shafiq mused, "But Sarah always got hard
nips when she was horny." Then, quite brazenly, he
brought his hand up to Emma's trembling bosom and let
his fingertips gently brush across the nipple of her
right tit. The touch was quite electric, shooting
bolts of pleasure through her teats into the pit of
her belly.

"Pinch them." A voice leapt from nowhere and tumbled
out of Emma's mouth before she had realised what she
was saying. By the time she had realised, Shafiq was
already pinching both of her aching nipples.

"Mmmm," he cooed, "Even harder than I am." As if
forced by an invisible hand, Emma laid a hand on
Shafiq's crotch and groped for his dick. She found it
easily -- snaking down the left leg of his jeans. It
was spongy and hugely thick. She didn't explore it's
length; the girth was enough. Shafiq's left hand was
cupping her right teat now, teasing her hard nipple
with his thumb. With the hand with which she had just
felt his cock, she removed it. Shafiq's hands
disappeared below the table and he appeared to be
rearranging his 'undercarriage'. That was one of Tom's
less endearing public habit too, Emma thought.

They sat in silence for what seemed like an age, but
was probably only a second or too. Gently, Shafiq took
her right hand in his left and brought it down under
the table. Emma was somehow powerless to resist. Again
she felt his throbbing cock, but now he had released
it from the confines of his jeans and she was gripping
his naked, fleshy prick! This time she could not tear
her hand from the very organ which she had imagined so
many times. Gingerly, she let her hand trace down the
thick shaft until she felt the prominent ridge of his
glans. A tingle of excitement ran through her as she
realised that despite the massive girth and length of
his cock, Shafiq wasn't even fully hard yet. Gently,
but with a firm grip, she began to masturbate him
under the table. There would be no going back after
this, but it was as if her hand was glued to his
gorgeous cock which was growing ever bigger and harder
in her fist.

Shafiq looked at her with his dark eyes and then put
his hand on hers, stroking it gently. Then he slid his
fingers along the underside of her soft arm, letting
them brush against the swell of her breast, making the
heaving pap jiggle under her top. Emma looked into
Shafiq's eyes and let out a quivering sigh. He took it
as the signal it was: she wanted him badly. Shafiq
slid his hand down her flat belly and under the table
and started stroking her thigh, his fingers sliding
upwards underneath her skirt. Emma felt her pussy
opening and closing on its own, preparing for Shafiq's
eager fingers to enter her.

She gasped as he slid two long digits deep inside the
slick tunnel of her bushy cunt at the same time as he
stroked his thumb back and forth across her throbbing
clitoris. Emma rolled her eyes with pleasure. The
sensation felt so erotic she wanted to lean over the
bar table and let Shafiq fuck her right then and
there. Shafiq fingers were sliding in and out of
Emma's slippery puss as he leaned across and softly
kissed her neck. Emma thought she would faint with
pleasure. She could feel Shafiq's huge erection and
the way he was kissing her ears and neck sent waves of
delight up her throat to her ears. She shivered with
passion and pleasure, her huge breasts heaving. Then
Shafiq added a third finger, driving all three deep
into her cunt, and she had to bite her lip to stop
herself crying out as she quivered and shook in
orgasm.

As her orgasm began to ebb away, her lips found his
and they kissed passionately. Slowly, he withdrew his
fingers from her churning cunt with a loud slurp that
made Emma blush hotly and licked his fingers,
savouring the taste of his teacher's arousal. Emma
looked at Shafiq and realized she wanted him to fuck
the shit out of her. She wanted to suck his gorgeous
prick until it exploded in her mouth. She wanted to
lick from his arsehole to the huge brown bell-end of
his cock and then take every last inch into her mouth
and down her throat, sucking on his tool until she'd
drained his balls of every last drop of their
deliciously salty load.

"It's time we got back to the hotel," Emma said, her
voice unsteady.

"Good idea," Shafiq said quietly.


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As they hurried through the lamp-lit streets of Paris
Emma couldn't take her eyes off the outline of his
obviously bulging crotch. Nor could she ignore the
spasming between her own legs. As they neared the
hotel she realised she couldn't wait a moment longer.
She led him into a dark side alley and behind a pile
of wooden crates shielding them from view of the
street, and against the wall, kissed his mouth hard.
She pressed her tits to his chest and felt Shafiq's
hand drop to her waist and caress her arse.

"Let me suck you off," she begged, unable to control
her urges.

Shafiq nodded in agreement, then unzipped his swollen
fly and pulled out his rigid prick. Shafiq stayed on
his feet, Emma dropped to her knees. She took his
hard, young prick in her mouth and suckled the tip,
licking up and down the shaft until he had grown to
full thickness. Taking more and more of his cock into
her mouth she forced her head forward, straightened
her neck and deep-throated his cock with a single
slurp, managing to take almost two thirds of it down
her gullet, saliva drooling from the corners of her
mouth. He took her head in his hands and began guiding
the tempo of her suction. Shafiq had a very salty
cock, Emma found out. This was a welcome discovery,
because the saltiness made her especially thirsty for
the jizz Shafiq would eventually shoot. However, she
was in no hurry to drain his balls. She took her time,
wanting to really get acquainted with just how Shafiq
was hung. He had about more than a foot of cock --
bigger than any prick she had ever sucked. Twelve or
thirteen very thick inches. And his balls, when she
fished them out of his jeans to fondle them, were fat
and round and smooth, the kind guaranteed to produce
plenty of cum.

"You give great head, Miss," Shafiq murmured. "Never
had a better blowjob." When she heard this, Emma
immediately thought of Sarah Price wrapping her lips
around Shafiq's huge brown shaft and sucking him.
Perhaps she could be persuaded to join them sometime?
Her and Tom partner swapping with two of their pupils.
But, in the meantime, first things first. She had a
blowjob to give and was more than hungry enough for a
bellyful of Shafiq's teenage fuck cream to put that
delicious thought aside for the moment. Shafiq's jeans
were down to his knees. Emma put her hand between his
thighs and stroked the crack of his arse, touching his
tightly puckered anus with her fingertip.

"Did Sarah ever finger your arsehole Shafiq?" she
asked, slurping up at him with a mouthful of prick.

"Fuck yes! I always get off extra hard from that," he
answered. "Fingerfuck my arsehole real deep, so I can
feel it right behind my nuts." Somebody had definitely
been giving Shafiq expert treatment. But Sarah wasn't
the only one who could fingerfuck a boy's arsehole
with a magic touch. Emma set to work proving her own
talent in this area, reaching between her legs to dip
a finger in her sopping quim to moisten it, then
digging into Shafiq's sweaty arse channel to find his
tightly puckered butt. When her finger found his anus,
she wormed it inside, slipping it up into his rectum
and began to massage the crucial gland at the base of
Shafiq's balls.

"Oooooh," Shafiq moaned with approval, "That's so good
Miss."

"Mmm-hmmmm," Emma gurgled with anticipation.
Deep-throating his prick, squeezing his balls and
fingerfucking his arsehole, she gradually brought
Shafiq toward the bursting point. Soon Shafiq was
bucking his crotch, pulling Emma's face against him
every time he fucked forward.

"Won't be long now, Miss," he gasped. Emma was ready
for her creamy reward. With her mouth, hand and finger
she applied extra pressure to Shafiq's cock, balls and
arsehole. That did the trick. The dam between Shafiq's
legs abruptly broke.

"What a load!" he croaked as he came. Emma had to
agree as she feasted on his spurting prick. Shafiq's
cum was so rich and plentiful that, as she swallowed
it, she had the fantasy she could actually live on a
meal of Shafiq's scum without having to eat or drink
anything else. But after two hefty spurts, Shafiq
pulled his cock from her mouth and pinched it just
below the helmet, temporarily stemming the flow of
delicious semen. Emma looked at him like a child who
has had a favourite toy taken away.

"Please Miss," Shafiq gasped, "I've got more cum, but
I want to shoot it over your bum."

"What?" asked Emma, not understanding what he wanted,
or why.

"I want to jizz over your arse," he gasped, "I know
it's pervy, but I just want to shoot the rest of my
load over your beautiful white buttocks . . . please."
Emma stood up and turned around, pulling her skirt up
to expose her naked rear. She leant forward slightly
so that her curvaceous bottom was thrust towards
Shafiq. He hadn't been lying when he had told her he
preferred women's bottoms. Shafiq gazed at Emma's
naked arse in the half light of the alley-way and felt
his chest pound with lust. Hers was the most beautiful
behind he had ever seen; surely even Kylie's famed
bottom wouldn't approach this. With a deep sigh he
released his grip on his cock-head and with a final
pump of his huge dick, released a volley of spunk over
Emma's sluttily proffered seat. Emma felt the scalding
cream land in thick ropes across her chilly buttocks
and gasped with pleasure as she felt a huge gob of
spunk land in her crack and slither down to coat her
arsehole.

"You bastard," she whispered, "I wanted to taste all
of that."

"You will Miss," he whispered back, "you will." He
dropped to his knees behind Emma's trembling form and
put his hands on the backs of her thighs. It took Emma
a moment to work out what he was doing. He was licking
his own jism from her buttocks! First one cheek, then
the other, cleaning all traces of his load from her
soft, white buttocks with sensuous, soft licks. Just
as Emma recalled the dollop of cum that had landed in
her crack she felt him pull her bum-cheeks gently
apart and press his tongue at the base of her pussy.
Then with an agonisingly slow motion, he licked slowly
upwards to her arsehole, pausing momentarily to tease
its rim and then continuing to the base of her spine.
He stood up and Emma silently cursed that he hadn't
remained kneeling behind her and given her the rimming
she so craved. But then she got another surprise. When
she turned her head to kiss him, she found his mouth
was full of cum! He had licked his semen from her
buttocks and had kept it in his mouth to feed to her,
allowing her to taste the salty nectar which she
thought he had denied her. It dripped from his tongue
into her mouth and then, impatient for his cream, she
sealed her mouth over his and sucked and licked out
every last drop.

His left hand reached around her hip to her crotch and
found her naked pussy, and with his right her fondled
her breast as they kissed. She reached behind herself
and gripped his cock, still huge in its flaccid state.

"You have the lushest pussy, Miss," Shafiq purred in
her ear sexily as his fingers squelched in her sex,
"So hairy and wet. Do you want me to lick it?"

"Oh fuck yes," Emma croaked, "I want that so bad."

"Ooh, I'd love to tongue your cunt," he whispered in
her ear, mashing her twat-meat to a mush with his
fingers. "Tease those big flaps with my tongue then
plunge inside and taste your hot fanny juices."

"Mmmm, you're turning me on so much Shafiq," Emma
moaned, her knees shaking, "Talk dirty to me."

"So you like me to use the word cunt?"

"Yessss."

"Talk about your delicious hairy cunt, your hot sexy
cunt, your big fat wet cunt, your tasty horny cunt?"

"Yes. I want you to fuck my cunt with your tongue,
then your fingers, then your huge cock!"

"Oh yes, sticking my cock up your gorgeous bushy cunt
and fucking you."

"Shafiq . . ."

"What Miss?"

"I want you to . . ."

"What? Anything, I'll do it, I'm so fucking hot for
you."

"I want you to fuck me up the shitter," Emma managed
to get the words out, blushing hotly.

"Oh yes, yes, yes," repeated Shafiq, "I told you:
anything. You are the hottest woman out. I'll do all
that and more. Oh man, yes, sink my dick up your
beautiful arse, oh please, I want to."

"Yes, fill my shitter with your huge meat."

"Oh Miss, that would be so beautiful."

"I want you to bugger me Shafiq, hard. Feel your
hugeness in my back-passage."

"That's it Miss, I can see it now, my big Muslim cock
sliding in and out of your beautiful anus."

"In and out of my shithole," Emma corrected,
increasingly aroused by the coarseness of their talk.

"Yes, your hot, tight shithole; making your pussy
drip," echoed Shafiq, enjoying the direction the
conversation was going.

"Mmmm, buggering me, sodomising my tight little
corn-hole, making me whimper 'cos your so fucking
massive."

"Big brown cock buried up to the balls in your
dirtbox."

"Yes, oh fuck yeh, balls deep in my shitbox,"

"Fucking me where I shit."

"Yeh, filling your shitpipe," growled Shafiq, sliding
a finger into Emma's rubbery arsehole to bring home
the point as she jacked his now fully erect prick with
long, firm strokes.

"Yeh, fucking my dirty shit-pipe," panted Emma through
gritted teeth.

"Mmmmm," sighed Shafiq, close to coming again,
"Fucking my big dick into your hot shit."

Emma's silence after this last comment made Shafiq
fear he had gone too far with his explicit reference
to Emma's no doubt delectable shit, but then he
realised she was actually speechless because she was
having an orgasm.

"Room 512," Emma managed to say as her orgasm
subsided, "I'll go now, you follow in ten minutes. The
door will be unlocked." And with that Emma smoothed
down her skirt and turned to walk to the hotel, aware
that her 16 year old student was shortly going to be
giving her the biggest buggering of her life.

"Oh, just one thing Shafiq," Emma called back.

"Yes, Miss?"

"Well, if you're going to spend tonight buggering the
shit out of me," she smiled wickedly, "I really think
you'd better start calling me Emma."

"Yes Miss," Shafiq replied, without thinking, his mind
already set spinning by pleasures yet to come