Johnni

by Callipygia

I rang the doorbell at my friend Jack’s house and waited. I waited with sweating palms because I knew he wasn’t going to be there. I also knew his parents weren’t going to be there either. It was summer break and they both worked. No, the only person who was going to be there —

Well, well… look who it is. The door had opened and there standing before me, with a hand on one hip and the other on the door was Johnni, Jack’s younger sister. I think I saw her roll her eyes as she lazily turned away from the door and walked back into the house. I guessed it was an invitation to come into the house, but you’d never know it by anything she said.

I stepped inside and closed the door. Her indifference was the closest thing to a confirmation that I was indeed invited in that I was going to get.

So how are you doing, Johnni? I asked, hoping to get some of her attention.

Johnni had crashed on the family room sofa, one leg up on the sofa, the other stretched out in front of her, the tv clicker dangling in one hand. I remember thinking her skin looked impossibly smooth, and it was clear that she didn’t shave from the knee up. I guess the blond down glistening on her tanned thighs really didn’t need to be shaved, I thought. The View was on.

Alright, she answered, clearly bored. No ‘how are you’ I noticed.

Johnni was going to enter her senior year in high school this fall. Jack and I had graduated last year and were entering our second year at the local community college. Jack had all already made plans to complete his degree at the State University, but I really didn’t know what I was going to do. Right now, all I could think about was this girl 2 years my junior.

Whatcha watching? I asked lamely. I knew what was on. Freakin’ View.

The View. I can’t stand that cow Rosie though. Liked it better when Star Jones was on… and fat too, she giggled.

Yeah, me too, but I didn’t give a shit who was on that moronic show. I couldn’t sit through 10 minutes of it. But here I sat today watching it with Johnni. You look really good today, I said and tried to show a genuine smile. But I was so flustered it probably came out crooked.

Yeah, well… Johnni looked down at her nylon soccer shorts and loose t-shirt, so old it had was threadbare. She looked like she hadn’t showered yet. …if you say so. Ya kinda say that every time you come over here, no matter how I look. And she turned back to the TV. Then she added, Look, you’re welcome to stand around here and kiss my ass all afternoon if you like, but Jack isn’t supposed to be back until at least 4.

Umm, what? I stammered in disbelief. What did you say?

I said Jack isn’t going to be back until at least 4…

No, not that, I heard that. The other thing.

Oh, about you kissing my ass? she asked with a careless chuckle. That was just a joke. Then she gave me a wry smile and turned back to the TV. Then without looking at me, she added, but you do do it all the time. Y’know — kiss my ass…

I really do think my jaw literally hit the floor. I just couldn’t believe my ears. It was just so out there, it couldn’t really be ignored exactly and yet what the hell could I say? It was surreal.

Still looking at the TV, she continued, Not that I mind it at all, Marty. Don’t worry. I love to have my ass kissed. If you went by her tone alone, you might think she was discussing her favorite type of weather. You can suck on my butt any time you want.

She shifted on the sofa, and glanced over at me briefly. I swore I saw her lick her lips slightly. I know this sounds moronic, but I really couldn’t tell if she was joking with me or what, her delivery was so deadpan. I just stood there in shocked silence for what seemed like an eternity, but I really just could think of nothing — appropriate — to say or do at that very moment. I was like a prey animal seized with fear at the site of its worst predator.

She ignored me for a minute or two, and then slowly turned increasingly away from me, until she was on her side, her head now propped up on one hand and the other hand on the clicker. Then she put the clicker down, and started patting her butt lightly. C’mon, don’t be shy… she said, come kiss me.

I just stared at her until she looked fully at me and said, Don’t just stand there. I know you want to, come over here and just give me a little peck right here, she said, patting that left butt cheek. See if you like it.

I decided she was serious. Now I have to tell you some things about Johnni. I remember when I met her she was only 13 and she was already gorgeous. She has long auburn hair and beautiful brown doe eyes. Her face has that perfect model shape to it, with full lips, small pert nose and perfect teeth. Now at 17, she also had just an amazing body. Her breasts were smallish, but perfect in shape. Her waist seemed impossibly small and that made her hips just the perfect width. And that accentuated her best feature of all as far as I was concerned — her ass. Impossibly round and so tight it seemed to bound off the small of her back before plummeting back to the top of her long colt-like thighs.

She was an exquisite example of lithesome, healthy, teenaged feminity. Even if her clothes looked they were pulled from the hamper and her hair seemed to indicate she hadn’t showered yet that day.

Tentatively, I walked over to her until I got close to her. Then I knelt down on the floor next to the sofa. I remember marvelling at how perfect her skin looked, those blond hairs glistening in the sunlight against her tanned legs. I studied the curvature of her spine down to her nylon soccer shorts and noted the full —

Well, come on, get on with it, she said, breaking my reverie.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips at about the center of her left ass cheek. I held my lips there and inhaled deeply. She smelled good. She smelled like a woman. I was in heaven. I really was. Finally I broke the kiss before shifting my lips to another spot on cheeck and planting another soft, prolonged liplock with her bottom.

Mmmmm… you’re good at this. That feels wonderful! she cooed. She now laid her head down over her arms and shifted more toward her stomach. The effect was to give me better access to her entire bottom. I started a string of slow, gentle, impassioned kisses. The girl had me pegged. I loved doing this. I was trying to cover just about every inch of her left ass cheek.

Then she reached down and pulled her shorts up over her ass so that now her ass cheek was bare. I could see her bikini line right up to where her shorts were now wedged up between her cheeks. I continued my kisses now directly against the skin of her ass.

Oh my God, that’s so hot she practically whispered, as if to herself. You are such a good ass kisser, she said as she lazily rolled over even further, giving me further access to her ass. There’s just something about having someone’s mouth on my ass that really turns me on. I could tell she enjoyed my ministrations, but you wouldn’t know it by her body language. She looked like she barely knew I was there and she carelessly gazed at the TV as though having me kneeling before her kissing her ass were the most normal, mundane thing in the world. It was odd how at-ease she was with making do all this.

After a few more minutes of this, she began to shift again, and I had to stop kissing her. She slid off the sofa until she was kneeling next to me, then facing the sofa she lay down so that her knees were on the floor and her upper body was face down on the sofa.

Her shorts had fallen back down into their normal position so her butt was no longer exposed, but I didn’t care. I was preparing to start kissing her so far neglected right butt cheek. Just I leaned in, she hooked her thumbs under the elastic waistband of her shorts, and pulled them down, along with her underwear, until she slipped them off completely. Then she knelt back down and spread her legs.

I gasped audibly and she laughed. Now you can really kiss my ass, she quipped.

My God, you’re beautiful, I said as I crawled in behind her now naked lower body. I could see everything. Her pale bottom, the crack of her ass. Her straight brown pubic hair surrounding the pouting lips of her moistened pussy. I’d never seen anything or even imagined anything as sexy in my entire life. Is there anything sexier than pussy juice glistening in sunlight?

I longed to taste her, and the scent of her body was so enticing. She was thoroughly musky, and very natural smelling. I’m guessing I was right about her not having showered yet that day, but honestly, I liked it. I began kissing her right ass cheek now, and this time, being so turned on, I found I was showering her ass with shorter but still passionate kisses. I began to venture my way toward the crack of her ass, and the scent was indescribable. It was a beautiful smell, but clearly ass.

Then she moved and I pulled back to see what she was going to do. I could see immediately that what was merely moist pussy before was now clearly wet pussy. Johnni placed a hand on the right butt cheek I’d just been lavishing with kisses, and pulled it further to the right, exposing her butt crack all the way to the bottom. I could see the darker skin in the bottom of that valley, surrounded by the not-so-lightly haired inner sides of her butt crack, and leading down to her deeply furrowed and slightly blossoming asshole. I’m not sure but that might have been the one sight on the planet that was actually sexier than her glistening pussy.

You want to kiss me down there? she asked, in the dirty spot? She had such a superior air to her, it was clear she was on some sort of kinky power trip. Frankly, it was turning me on. She wanted to be served, and that made me want to serve. Then, you have to sniff it first and tell me my ass smells good!

The subservient mindset her attitude was drawing out of me was magnified tremendously when I actually got my face close to her beautiful anal crevice. That ass scent from before was far stronger. It was obvious to me that this really was ‘the dirty spot’, as she put it. Instead of sniffing her there immediately however, I decided to take my own path, and began by kissing the very top of her ass crack and working my way down.

I guess Johnni was too hot for this romantic interlude leading up to the act however, and she said, C’mon sniff it! Tell me how badly you want my ass on your breath!

Instead of being put off by this, it actually made me hotter than ever. I was dying to get her ass on my breath too, but I wanted to prolong it. I decided to make her wait, to tease her, and continued a slow trail of kisses down into the deep valley of her asscrack.

The scent grew stronger and stronger especially as my lips went further down, and now my nose was being drug right along the bottom of the valley of her ass. I was sniffing and nuzzling her asscrack as I made my way down. Her smell became quite strong at this point, and I paused to take a deeper inspection of what I was getting myself into, literally.

What I saw shocked the hell out of me! Johnni was not kidding when she called this her ‘dirty spot’. First of all, the thing I noted was just how deep her asscrack actually is. It seemed to plunge forever between her gloriously rounded cheeks. I also noticed a fine collection of hair that extended right up through the upper end of her asscrack, and got heavier and denser the deeper her crack got. At it’s deepest spot, about an inch or so before her pussy, the crack was lined with almost thick hair, except over the wrinkles surrounding her asshole, which were nearly bald. And finally at the center of everything lie her asshole.

If there was a sight sexier than her glistening pussy-juice, this was it. Her asshole was gaped about a quarter of an inch or so. I could clearly see up inside her. That was shocking enough, but the real surprise was found on those glorious deep wrinkles surrounding her ajar asshole. There was a thin film of tacky brownness. It was clear — by scent alone — what it was! And each of the hairs that surrounded those wrinkles were also coated with varying amounts of the sticky brown stuff.

Judging by the scent, I had guessed that she had gone to bathroom within the last two hours or so, and sweated a bit afterward. She wasn’t dirty; she was downright filthy. She must have itched like crazy, so she knew what state she was in. I couldn’t know for certain either way, but it almost looked like she hadn’t wiped at all. If she did, it had been very cursorily.

I lie there behind her taking in both the sight of what was clearly Johnni’s shit on her possibly unwiped ass AND the stench that accompanied it when she finally piped up and said, What’s the matter, lover, change your mind? C’mon sniff it and tell me how good my asshole smells! Look, ok, I know I’m dirty right now… but what’s the point of getting your ass licked unless there’s something to lick up, y’know? she quipped with a pert giggle.

She had a point, but the point was to make already humiliating act outright degrading. Still, the fact was that I was completely mesmerized by what I was witnessing. I stared in complete disbelief, and felt me lose all sense of self-volition in the shining glory that is Johnni’s unwiped, filthy asshole! I sniffed her personal stink into my lungs with one deep inhalation after another, and finally, I began to nuzzle her tacky brown residual shit off of the wrinkled walls and hair surrounding her asshole, onto my face — my nose, my mouth, and my lips.

Mmmmmm, Johnni, I said, your dirty ass smells so good! And it did too if you like the smell of nearly fresh shit wafting off a hot, sweaty asshole. But Johnni knew she stunk, and she liked being told that smelled good anyway.

Then finally my lips touched her asshole. Suddenly I could feel a pressure on the back of my head, and I realized she had reached back and was now pushing my face into her ass, and my lips against her asshole.

That’s it! Be a good ass-kisser! Kiss my asshole! she cooed.

Her demand sounded like the rudest thing I’d ever heard in my life. She was so arrogant. I knew that she knew her ass was filthy, and she wanted me to press my face into it, to kiss her shitty asshole. It was such a dirty idea, it was downright mean of her to ask me to do it. I should have refused.

So there I am passionately kissing her asshole. I could feel her pussy soaking my chin as I pressed my lips firmly into her wrinkled anal orifice. I also noticed that the hand that was not pressing my face into subservience was busily stroking her clit. It was gloriously humiliating to be giving in to this girl’s demands to kiss her asshole.

Before I knew it her body jerked into a rigid spasm, the hand on the back of my head holding me firmly into her ass as she began to cum. I heard her let out a guttural cry and then a split second later I felt a gush of fluid spray all over my chin, and I was completely doused. Still I never stopped kissing her asshole, while she came all over me.

It took me a moment to realize what was going on but then it was clear I had experienced my first female ejaculation! I broke my kiss on her asshole, and began to lap away at her pussy, tasting the succulent fluid that had gushed out of her pussy moments earlier. It tasted of pure musky pussy, with a tinge of piss, but it clearly was not piss. My cock was unbelievably hard at this revelation.

Her cum was all over my shirt and the hardwood floor at our knees, but neither of us cared. In fact, I liked wearing and kneeling in her cum.

Surveying her own cum on the floor, Johnni quipped, You want to lick it up? Go ahead, lap it up!

The idea sounded at once completely gross and fantastically exciting. After a few moments, I decided I would give her the satisfaction of watching me suck her cum up off a floor, and I began lapping the musky semi-clear fluid up.

This caused her to begin laughing, with increasing intensity. After a bit, she said, Kiss my ass some more!

What, you haven’t had enough?? And I realized as I heard the sound of my own voice that these were the first words I’d said practically since this whole thing started.

I never get enough ass-kissing, she said with a stretch. I love using mouths, especially on my ass. Next time I want to cum in your mouth, though. She had a filthy mind and I loved it!

It wasn’t as filthy as her ass though I don’t think. I got a real whiff when I was licking her pussy. My nose was pressed directly into her ass, and it was clear she was real dirty. She seemed so unselfconscious about it. She was so comfortable with me smelling and tasting her body. I was about to find out just how comfortable…

Why don’t you french-kiss my ass this time, she whispered with a huge smile on her face, and while you’re sticking your tongue into my pretty little pooper, really think about what you are doing. Things are pretty itchy down there right now, so I know it’s dirty, so think about what it means for you to be licking that. But if the idea of you licking my dirty asshole clean is freaking you out, don’t think of it that way. I mean that is what it is, but just don’t think about it. Instead, just think of it as you tasting the place where all my shit comes out… …think of the huge dump I took just before you came over here! Think about how what I’m actually doing is wiping my ass with your tongue. Think of it as me using you as my personal human toilet paper!. She giggled. She truly hadn’t gotten enough.

I felt my face grow hot with humiliation and shame. Still, against all better judgement, I snaked my tongue inside her asshole as far as I could. I tasted a gritty bitterness along the walls inside of her, until the tip of my tongue pressed against a soft piece of what was clearly shit. What surprised me was that her asshole seemed wide open inside, almost like a cavern, like it was filled with air.

Wait, I want to try something… she said with a wide smirk on her face as she looked down over her shoulder at me, her face framed by the incredible round curvature of her ass cheeks from my vantage. Put your nose down there and hold your breath until I tell you to breathe…

What she suggested was at once incredibly gross and disgusting and yet somehow unbelievably hot to me. I couldn’t believe how arrogant she was! And I was truly drawn to that. It was like the snottier she was, the more I wanted her to be.

I began nuzzling her asshole, rubbing my nose deep into her, and giving her dirty asshole little sniffs. Her fragrance filled my nose and lungs as I breathed her in deep. It felt extremely demeaning to be rubbing my nose in her shit so to speak, but my prick had never been harder.

Oh my God, I can’t believe I got you to literally sniff my ass! she cried in delight. And you’re so good at it! I can’t wait to cut the cheese right into your face! Her soft giggle was absolutely mesmerizing to me. I would do anything for this girl at that moment. OK, get ready…

I exhaled as much as I could and then pressed my nose up against her so that my left nostril was sealed over her open asshole. I waited.

OK, here it comes! she sang. I slowly began to inhale. My right nostril was closed off by the filthy wrinkled wall of her asshole, so I was drawing in air only through the left nostril which I had planted firmly against the opening of her anus.

And suddenly I was struck with awe that I was actually sniffing Johnni Allison’s asshole. Johnni Allison’s asshole!! Oh my God, I said, Johnni, your asshole is so beautiful! Your asshole smells so good! I know it doesn’t really make sense, but I felt such a sense of gratitude toward this gorgeous female, who was responding to my obvious weaknesses for her by preparing to blow her gaseous waste into my face… I pulled my nose away from her asshole for just long enough to give it a sweet soft little kiss, as if her asshole were the lips of my girlfriend.

Awwwwww, that’s sweet! Johnny giggled softly, then let a slow steady stream of incredibly hot moist flatulence blow out of her asshole and into my inhaling nose and lungs. The fart was such a wet one, and the stench was overwhelming. She began laughing uncontrollably as she expelled the foulness from deep inside her body to deep inside mine. It was only 3 seconds or so, but it seemed like an eternity. She had just coated my entire inside with a thin layer of her rank stink.

Oh, yeeeeah! That felt fantastic! You are so good at sniffing up my farts! I knew there was a reason I liked you! My heart leapt at the suggestion that she liked me. She liked me!

Did that feel good? Did you like getting farted on? she quipped. She didn’t bother waiting for an answer. Hold on, I have another one. She began to stick her ass back into my face. Wait, put your mouth down there for this one…

Somehow, I couldn’t imagine doing something as degrading as allowing someone, anyone, even her, ask me to open my mouth just so they could fart into it. And yet, that’s exactly what I did. I placed a perfect seal over her asshole with my open mouth, and actually began to gently suck on her ass as I waited for her to blow a fart directly into my mouth.

This time she bore down and pushed hard. Instead of the slow leaker she delivered into me last time, this one came out like a wet explosion, trumpeted by a loud PFFFFFFFFFFT! inside my mouth! She was laughing outright now, and before I could react: PFFFFT PFFFFT PFFFFFFFFFFFFT!! I felt her hand now pressing hard onto the back of my head, smashing my face into her ass.

Yeeeah, that’s it! EAT it! she exlaimed. PFFFFFFT! Eat my farts! PFFT PFFFT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!

And then it happened. At the end of one particularly nasty wet blast of gas, something solid, well almost liquid actually, shot into my mouth. The stench tripled instantly as my tongue was now covered with a sampling of her softest nasty shit!

She froze up, and slowly turned back to look at me over her shoulder. She never released my head, and my open mouth was still pressed against her asshole, filled with her noxious fumes and now a small sample of what she might drop into a toilet…

Did that really just happen? DId I— Did I really just — She paused a moment and then, Did I really just take a shit… Another pause. …in your mouth?

I was struck by the fact that she never released my head. She continued to hold my face and mouth as a prisoner of her now shitty ass. The only response I could give was a small nod.

Let me see! she demanded. I pulled my face out of her ass and opened my mouth. She looked at me and stuck out her tongue like she might barf, and then a grin spread over her face like I'd never seen before. I can't believe my shit is actually in someone's mouth… …like I could have been anyone… Damn that's HOT! she cried. I shit on somebody! I actually took a shit in someone's mouth!! She seemed completely lost in herself.

I want you to eat it. I want to watch another human being literally EAT shit — literally eat MY shit — literally eat my SHIT! Will you do it? I closed my mouth and swallowed her offering. OH MY GOD!! EWWWWW! DAMN, that's DISGUSTING! she nearly screamed. I can't BELIEVE I just watched my poop slide down someone's throat! You just ate my CRAP! I swear she looked like she was going to cum right then, and she wasn't even touching herself.

She was completely lost now. I can only imagine how that felt! To get shit on and then be told to literally eat my shit, damn that's rude, but then you go ahead and you actually swallow my poop!? Oh my God, how did it feel to be treated like a crap-munching human toilet??

I… I… I… I stammered.

Oh shut up and lick my ass clean!

As I started to lick the bitter chocolate off, around and inside her asshole, I felt her fingers begin to furiously stroke her clit, and I could see that she was obviously going to get off on my tasting her shitty ass again. I loved her for it, and was already thinking about tomorrow, when I knew her brother wouldn’t be home all day.