The Perfect American Couple

Then she pulled her shorts off her amazingly youthful body, lifted one leg, then the other, and kicked her shorts over to the side. I stared up at her moist pussy, the one from which I had drunk so much piss from no more than a half hour ago. I could still feel it sloshing around in my stomach. She had very small lips, so her pussy made no more than a thin line underneath her pubic hair. I love pussies like that, and I was fully at attention. Her pussy had a mild sweet-piss fragrance to it, mixed with an overtone of girl-come.

The fine line of her pussy seemed to point directly back to the perfect round globes that made her ass. At the juncture of those globes - the very bottom of the crack of her ass - I could barely make out the wrinkled orifice that was to be the center of my worship, the source of my ultimate degradation, and the point where I would sacrifice my self-esteem for her whim. And all of this to put this beautiful girl on a pedestal so high it would make her feel giddy with arrogant pleasure.

I was so mesmerized, I'd almost forgotten my role in the little scene we were spontaneously whipping up. Regaining my facade of puzzled shock, I asked, "Princess, what are you doing? I'm not sure if a lowly servant such as myself is worthy of witnessing as beautiful a site as your nudity, your highness!"

"Don't worry, you'll feel lowly enough very soon," she chuckled, and she squatted down to my face. As she did so, the slit of her pussy opened slightly, and the deep wrinkles of her precious asshole became plainly visible. I could make out each wrinkle, and to my great pleasure, the scents of her body became much stronger. I never knew the mixture of a woman's come, piss, and ass could smell so damn good!

The look of regal mischievousness on her face was just exquisite, and I tried as hard as I could to burn that image into my brain. "First, kiss my royal asshole," she announced with amusement. I busied my mouth with the task of fulfilling her wish, lovingly and repeatedly pressing my lips against her lightly haired, earthy scented asshole. "Thank you, Princess, for this privilege," I eked out between anal kisses.

When she was satisfied with this humiliation, she squatted down lower until her asshole was firmly planted against my adoring mouth. In a gesture that is just magical when it's done by a gorgeous woman, she swung her hair back over her shoulder, like a model in a shampoo commercial. She licked her lips and fell completely out of character as she asked, "You ready to service me, John?" Her voice had a lusty huskiness to it that made my prick strain forward. The use of my given name, and the reasons why, were not lost on me. "Cause, I think I'm gonna just sit here and take a shit, OK?"

The arrogant brutishness of her words kicked degradation right down my throat, which made me submit to her in absolution. I strained my mouth open as wide as I could over her asshole and dutifully waited to be used. She broke her gaze with me momentarily as she began to push the excrement in her bowels down toward the asshole that was puckering in my mouth. I extended my tongue forward and lovingly caressed her asshole as she prepared to use me in the worst possible way.

Suddenly, a small stream of piss appeared from her little slit and splashed onto my face. I closed my eyes, but I heard her laugh. At nearly the same time a hot wet fart escaped from her ass and hissed right into my open mouth. It was unbearably strong, and I would have gagged if I could. But the increasing weight of her ass as she pressed down on my face prevented that.

"Oooh, I smell that," she said. "That must taste just awful. God, it's fun making you suck the stench out of my ass! And I have so much more to do yet!"

I had felt her asshole belch the gas into my mouth with my tongue, as I continually lapped away at her, like a good slave. Next I felt her asshole open up more slowly and almost immediately deposit her first load of shit in my mouth. It came out pretty fast with a near continuous stream of gas. It was very soft and exquisitely bitter, but I chewed it like candy. I ate her shit with clear demonstrations of pleasure, like it was the best thing I'd ever tasted. I made little moaning sounds like a man eating the best meal he'd ever had. And to tell the truth, it was the worst thing I could possibly imagine tasting, and yet I'd never tasted anything more delicious than her shit at that moment.

In spite of the piss on my face, I opened my eyes to look up at her. My eyes stung like hell when her caustic urine ran into them, but I didn't care. She looked unbelievably beautiful at that moment, and incredibly cruel. She had a look that only someone who has known the uniquely rude pleasure of dumping in someone else's mouth and watching them eat their shit can have.

Apparently, the first piece of soft shit I had just eaten was just a tentative dumping because what came next was quite copious. It was very soft, and filled my mouth like an incredibly bitter pudding. There were chunks of what I guessed must be indigestible food. The entire time I continued to busily lick the rim of her asshole. Then I began gulping down her filthy shit in earnest.

The next thing I noticed was that Naomi had begun furiously fingering her clit, and her come soon started flowing down onto my face and into my nose. I decided to follow suit and began stroking my cock. I tried to keep it toned down, though, because I knew I wouldn't last too long.

She said in near-orgasmic distraction, "That's it, suck it down, slave! I'm almost done shitting on you." It was the same tone she had in her voice when I was licking her ass in the back seat of the car.

She seemed to be in her own world as she masturbated on my face and shit in my mouth. She was speaking, but I'm not even sure she was fully aware of me. "God, it feels good to shit on someone!" she cried softly in her total self-absorption. "And then making them eat it-- AAARGH!" The force of her orgasm forced out the last of her shit which I greedily swallowed in spite of the ever-nagging desire to puke. She seemed to come forever, and I - on the brink of coming myself - finished eating her shit. I continued to lick my teeth clean as she started to subside into post-orgasmic bliss.

When she finally stopped coming, I began licking her asshole clean of the remaining shit. Then I drove my tongue in very deep, coating it with still more of her personal stink, and blew sperm everywhere. I came a truckload as I continued to serve as her personal ass-licking bidet.

* * * * *

That was several months ago. She got home with no major incident, and I went back to my apartment and took a long hot shower. I stunk so bad, and I was absolutely spent. A couple of days later I faced Mark and told him the truth about his daughter and I, save the gory details about our sex life. I told him that I had fallen in love with her and I couldn't get her out of my head. He was surprisingly cool about it. He said, "I had a feeling there was something between you two. I know a lot of people would have a problem with the age difference, but you're a good guy, and I think you make a good couple.

"But be careful with her. Make sure you treat her right, OK? She's my little Princess, you know."

He had no idea just how much I did know.

We've been dating mostly openly ever since, and our relationship is really quite normal, save for our kinky sexual lifestyle. With my older age and some degree of chivalry not being quite dead with me, I have assumed a leading role in our relationship, and she's happy most of the time to just be with me. And most of the time, we have what we call "vanilla" sex. It's the kind of sex most people have, and it's filled with the usual fucking, cock-sucking, pussy licking, etc. In fact, when our sex is vanilla, I sometimes am dominant. Just last week we tried anal sex for the first time.

But when we have "chocolate" sex, her word is law, and she is my absolutely governing goddess and princess. I cannot possibly be humiliated or degraded too much by her, and have learned how to completely control any sort of gag reflexes I might have in order to accommodate her worst, rudest whims with a smile.

We just might be the perfect American couple.