The Summer of '89

"You really want to kiss my ass?" she said, her voice sounding low and husky. I'd never heard anything more seductive.

I nodded, and hoped that she could see, because the lump in my throat had eliminated any chance for speech.

"What do you want in return? There's got to be some catch! No guy's just going to kiss a girl's ass without wanting something. You're not going to try something mean, are you? To try to get back at me for pissing on you?"

I started to respond that that was really all I wanted, but then I caught myself, and thought that I'd ask for more after all. This girl had seen my true nature already, so I figured I'd take a chance.

"No, I have no interest in doing anything mean," I said. "I know it's weird, but I feel grateful. I didn't think I'd like it, and yet I did, and I haven't even begun to understand why or what that says about me. All I know is that I worship you and I love worshipping you. There, I said it. You want to know what I really want to do? I want to kiss your ass. I want to kiss it when it's dirty. I want you to let me sniff it after you've gone to the bathroom." She didn't respond, and I couldn't look at her, so I threw caution to the wind. "I want you to let me wipe your ass when you go to the bathroom — with my tongue, and I want you to piss in my mouth again and again. I want you to let me lick your pussy and I want you to come in my mouth. There. It's all out now."

Something about having confessed all of this made me feel a strange release from fear. I figured I had nothing to lose, and since I figured she couldn't be any more disgusted, I was just going to let it all out. I figured she was going to explode with horror and disgust at any moment, so I rushed on...

"I want to be your slave, Angie. I dream about it all the time! When you came down into the cellar and caught me with your underwear, that was the first time I..." I stopped a moment, then continued, "well, not the first time I did that, but it was the first time I could literally TASTE your asshole. I wanted more, I wanted to—"

I felt two of her fingers press lightly against my lips, stopping me.

"Shhhhhh," she said, sounding oddly like a mother to an upset child, "don't say anything else. You're already my slave, remember? I even marked you." She let a wry grin creep across her face. "If I understand you properly, you're telling me you want me to be nasty to you, like earlier tonight, only even more so, and in return for that, you just want to worship me even more for it, and get me off all you can..."

I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up as she spoke, and I simply nodded. Part of me wanted to just crumble right there, but I held it together. She moved away from me, and in spite of her words, I feared this meant she was going to turn tables and get up in disgust, abandoning me to the shame of my own perversion. But when I allowed my eyes to glance toward her, I saw that she had turned over on my jacket, and lay down.

"Kiss my ass, Brad," she said. "Show me exactly what you want to do to me."

I stared at her in absolute shock, and watched her arch her back and say, "Well?"

I jumped up and crawled up behind her. I stopped and just took a brief moment to admire her remarkable ass. With great anticipation, I said to myself, you're about to kiss this gorgeous creature's ass! I actually felt light-headed for a moment, as though I was going to pass out from the excitement. Then I leaned forward, and kissed the seam of her shorts about one third of the way down her ass, at the place just before it plunged in between the cheeks of her sweet ass. I held my lips there in an impassioned and romantic kiss. I heard her sigh and arch her back even more, pressing my face harder into her ass.

I reached around in front of her, and unsnapped her shorts. As I pulled them down, I witnessed this gorgeous bare ass for the first time; she'd worn no underwear! If you aren't an ass-man, let alone one with my particular bent, you can't possibly appreciate the feeling of absolute gratitude and worship I felt at that very moment. I pushed my nose into the top of the sweet nasty ass-crack and sniffed deeply. I could smell warm earthy scents that left no doubt as to where my face was. I could also smell just a hint of the piss that I had drank earlier, coming from further down.

I wanted to absolutely degrade myself for this woman. I wanted to make it as clear to her as possible that I was the receptacle for her abuse, bodily waste, and punishment that I had discovered I was at first scent of her dirty underwear. Passionately kissing the cheeks of her ass, I first kneaded them with my hands like a sculptor working with precious clay, and then spread them, so I could see what was certainly going to be the center of my universe, at least for as long as Angie would be amused by me.

And there it was! Puckered and wrinkled, looking incongruously arrogant and dangerous in the midst of all that beauty that was her ass, like the stinger of a particularly beautiful bee. A hot and damp air wafted up to my nose, and I got to smell the reek of her netherworld for the first time in person. I decided this gorgeous creature had had enough gawking, and I bent forward slowly until the skin of my lips made its first, most gentle contact with the skin of her asshole for the first time.

Then I gradually increased the pressure of my lips to her asshole, until I was kissing that precious portal like it was the most valued and wonderful thing ever known to man, at least this man. There was a slight stickiness to it that reminded me that I was worshipping a part of her body that she used to take a shit. The resulting wave of humiliation made my cock harder than hell.

Then Angie spoke, "How serious are you about this? How nasty do you want me to be?"

Dangerously, I read her question as an implied promise, and in the heat of the moment uttered words I could never bring myself to say at any other time.

"Angie," I said as I kissed her asshole over and over, "I want you to think of the nastiest thing you can think to do..." kiss, kiss, kiss, "...and then I want you to do it. I don't want you to even think about my feelings or whether or not I want you to do it. I want you to just do it if you want to. You don't need my permission or approval. The only thing you need to say to me is exactly what you want me to do to accommodate whatever nasty use you may have for me. If I don't like it, that's my problem!"

She laughed and said, "God, I LOVE your ATTITUDE!"

She let me kiss her ass a few more times, and then she reached back and pressed her hand into the back of my head, burying my face in her ass. "How's it feel to kiss the ass of a girl who pissed on you earlier tonight? Good, eh? Open up, I have something for you," she whispered throatily.

I opened up my mouth just in time to accept a long, hot, wet fart right into my mouth! The reverberations were so violent my tongue felt numbed as I felt the caustic gas flow into her toilet — my mouth!

She laughed excitedly and exclaimed, "Brad, you are such a pig! I love it! Kiss my ass and thank me for that!"

Frantically, I kissed her asshole and ass cheeks, while I savored the dirty odors coursing through my lungs, mouth, and nose. "I owe you everything for that, sweet Angie! Thank you so much for so kindly farting into my mouth!" Kiss, kiss, kiss, lick, kiss on her asshole. I had no idea that cruelty could be so beautiful or that beauty could be so cruel! I knew where this was going, and it was obvious to me that Angie knew too. What's more, I knew that nothing was going to stop us if she wanted to do it!