Sweet Shelbyby Callipygia
Jay looked down at Shelby doubtfully.
Jay knew this was all his fault. He looked down at his 13 year old neighbor as she looked over her shoulder at him. She looked petulant. She looked mad, but not really. She knew she was going to get her way. She always did. And it was his fault. Besides, his reluctance was really all for show anyway. It was all part of their little game.
Shelby beamed and turned away from Jay, burying her head down into the sofa pillow, concealing a mischievous smile. Her brown hair waved down over her back, the tips glistening in the sunlight streaming through the bay window, her locks partially concealing the thin strap of her bright pink bikini top. Below that the gentle indentation of the middle of her back followed the rolling curve of her spine down to the top of her denim shorts. Shelby reached her hands over her head in a long stretch and arched her back, waiting. Jay reached down and slipped a hand in under her belly to the front of her shorts, and undid the snap, pulled down the zipper, and guided the shorts down over her hips and her long, colt-like legs. The summer sun had bleached the hairs on the backs of her legs, and the tanned skin seemed to highlight them like glitter on a tight, tawny canvas. She was, in a word, exquisite, and not that his confirmation of that was really needed, because she already knew it. She was spoiled, and she knew it, but she truly didn’t care, because hell, she could get away with it. Jay wasn’t her Uncle either, but she had known him since her family moved in next door when she was only 6. Over the years, her family got to know Jay pretty well, and she just started calling him Uncle when she was 8 or so, and it just stuck. Jay looked down at Shelby’s back and then further down to her hot pink bikini bottoms, now exposed with the shorts removed. Her hips were still smallish, but showed the unmistakable curves of a woman. She had started to blossom when she was 10, and slowly but surely, Jay’s weakness for the type of beauty Shelby had developed in spades began to show. Shelby had grown so used to the change in attention guys gave her at
school, even the teachers, that when she noticed the change in Jay’s eyes
as he looked at her, it was almost expected. Rather than surprised, she
felt mostly amused at the seeming frailties of the Still, she could see in Jay’s stolen glances toward her, that his weaknesses were unusual. If she turned away from him, and waited 30 seconds or so, then quickly turned her head, she would often see a look on him as though he were ill from want for her. He looked at her almost with mortal need, and while she knew that guys pretty much loved all of her, from her unusually beautiful doe-eyes to her small but very shapely breasts, Jay’s particular weakness was clearly her bottom. It got to a point where she’d caught him so many times blatantly staring at her that without a word they both seemed to simply acknowledge his admiration of her. Shelby wasn’t really attracted to Jay, but she was intrigued by the fact that she had attracted such obvious worship from an adult. She liked the attention, and got a rush from the ego-strokes. Especially as the summer months approached, she never lost an opportunity to tease Jay with Daisy Duke shorts, or very low hip-hugger jeans. Nothing was too outrageously risqué given the styles of the times, but let’s face it, the styles of the times allowed for some pretty risqué dress. One late spring evening, she looked out her bedroom window and saw Jay sitting on his porch, reading the newspaper. It looked innocent enough, but she knew he was just biding his time waiting for her to eventually come out of her house. It was one of many games that she and he had spontaneously and silently devised. Shelby pulled on the tightest, lowest jeans she had, and checked herself in the mirror. ‘Damn,’ she thought as she viewed herself first from the front and then turned to the side. Her legs looked really long somehow. Actually, at 5’ 3, she was among the tallest in her class. She loved her breasts looked. They were small but they looked just right to her. She looked at her butt. Holy crap was it round. She giggled. It looked almost funny just looking up over her legs and then BAM there was that butt, all round and sticking out. She wasn’t even trying to stick it out, she just couldn’t help it. Actually if she held her legs straight just like that and arched her back just a bit — Wow that looks unbelievable, she thought. She knew that a lot of girls were self-conscious about their bodies, but she really loved hers. As Shelby ventured outside, she had a little extra bounce in her step. She was feeling a bit puckish and maybe even a little cocky after checking herself out in the mirror. She looked damn good and she knew it. Today she was going to bust Jay’s little game with her wide open. Just for laughs. She started heading toward the drug store, which lead her right past his house. She avoided eye-contact with Jay, and added just a little hint of a roll to her walk. She’d seen Beyoncé Knowles do that in a video once and she thought it looked super sexy. Well, she didn’t exactly do a Beyoncé — that would have looked ridiculous out in the street. But she did add just a little sway to her hips, and she was pretty sure it would look pretty damn hot to any guy looking at her just then. She waited until she was just past Jay’s house, then stopped suddenly and turned back. Sure enough, she’d caught him staring over the paper at her. His jaw had dropped open. Shelby ignored his staring and called out to him,
Shelby sauntered over to his porch and climbed the steps.
Jay had no response for that. Shelby turned a little away from him and looked down over her shoulder
at herself. Jay opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out.
For his part, Jay knew Shelby was smarter than most people her age. She was an honors student, and she just had a smart look in her eye. He could tell she was playing with him, but to be perfectly honest, he knew he probably couldn’t match wits with her, and lacked the desire to even try. Jay was a simple man who didn’t know a whole lot and didn’t really care to. One thing he did know though was that he just loved to look at that Shelby, and that’s all he needed to know. Shelby was enjoying his stupefied silence as she blew his cover. She
turned a little more away from him and watched him carefully as he
demonstrated a complete lack of self-control, his eyes tracking her ass as
she watched him. If it wasn’t Jay, she might have found it a little
disrespectful and annoying, but she knew not to expect too much from Jay,
and was mostly just amused. With just a hint of sarcasm in her voice,
Shelby asked,
To Shelby’s mildly shocked surprise, Jay simply stated
Jay paused for a long while, seeming to struggle with how to answer the question, but Shelby just waited; she wasn’t going to let him off the hook so easily. She wanted to hear what explanation a grown-up might give for baldly admitting that he wants to kiss the kid-next-door’s ass… In the meantime though, she thought she could almost see steam coming out of Jay’s ears. Finally, Jay answered.
Shelby erupted with laughter at that. Jay looked puzzled.
But Jay took her literally.
Shelby was really still just kidding. She never imagined a conversation like this could be for real, so she was shocked at Jay when he dashed over and dropped to his knees before her. She yelped in surprise as she looked down at him. He was staring up at her like a puppy begging for a treat, his eyes seeming to plead, ‘Really?? Can I??? Please????’ Shelby just laughed as she turned and stuck her butt toward his face, figuring at any moment he would come to his senses and get up… …but that didn’t happen. She felt Jay’s hands grab her hips, and then a moment later, he planted a long kiss on her left butt cheek. For the first time, Shelby was a little nervous. If felt good to have someone literally kiss your ass, great in fact, but this was risky. They were in complete public view. Jay was 28 and she was only 13, and she was sure this was against some sort of law. She’d just yelped, which might have drawn someone’s attention. But Jay didn’t seem to care. He didn’t even look around before diving face-first into her butt. After that first kiss, which seemed like a movie kiss, but on her butt of course, Jay began showering her with kisses, and not just on the cheeks. He had wedged his face in right along the seam of her jeans and was making a sucking noise as her planted kiss after kiss along her denim-covered butt crack. The truth was that over the din of shock she felt initially was an increasing rush. A feeling of control, of erotic power that was simply intoxicating. She loved the sensation of having an adult, on his knees, kissing her barely teenaged ass, in all its very youthful glory. She’d been taught that you should never disrespect your elders, but THIS, well this was just too damn much fun! Her mom was at work and her dad had long since been out of the picture, so she knew she didn’t have parents to worry about just then, but she was nervous anyway. It would be totally UNCOOL if some neighbor or passerby came out and witnessed this unexpected genuflected worship…
Jay said nothing but simply knelt there panting.
When she got to the drug store, she bought a 5th Avenue bar and began absently eating it while flipping through magazines in the rack at the store. Maybe the worst thing about it was how the whole incident made her feel, which was GREAT. She had no way of knowing that making a guy kiss her ass would feel so good. It was such a selfish rush; it made her feel on top of the world. The bad part was that it made her want to do it again. But she couldn’t let that happen. It was simply too risky. She picked an alternate route home that kept her away from Uncle Jay’s house. Shelby steered clear of Uncle Jay for as long as she could, but without being too conspicuous about it, there was really no way to avoid him indefinitely, and so about 2 weeks later, she saw him again out on his porch. She tried to sound as innocent and unassuming as possible, and just
waved to him. Jay replied, Shelby ignored him and kept walking, but as she passed he continued, Shelby kept walking.
Shelby stayed silent as she walked further from him. She dared not play her usual game of turning back to catch him staring at her, for fear of leading him on. Another 30 seconds or so passed, and then she heard him call out one
last time, In spite of herself, Shelby couldn’t drive the thoughts of Jay and what had happened away after that. The truth was the whole thing made her tingle in her underwear. He’d said ‘Thank you’! She knew she shouldn’t be surprised, but somehow she was simply shocked that the guy was thanking her for — for what? All she did was stand there. He was the one on his knees kissing ass. She just didn’t get it. And she couldn’t stop thinking about him saying ‘I’d do it for you again’. She knew that she wanted him to do it again. Badly. She really didn’t need to get it. All she needed to know was that it made her feel great; who gave a shit what was going through Uncle Jay’s twisted mind?
And one thing he said just kept replaying over and over in her mind: ‘I’d do anything you wanted, Shelby, anything for you, I swear!’. Anything she wanted?? Anything for her?? What could that mean? What would he really do? She wanted to find out. How far could she make him go? Hell, he’d already kissed her ass fully in public with the merest of suggestions. What would he be willing to do if she called his bluff again?? These thoughts rolled around in Shelby’s head for a week or so, until she decided she simply couldn’t take it any more. She saw Uncle Jay out on his porch, and couldn’t stop herself from walking outside and going over to him.
Jay just looked up at her. She could see he was trying to pin down what she was talking about. Although he knew generally what she was referring to, she could see he wanted a more specific question.
Jay didn’t hesitate,
This sent Shelby’s wheels spinning.
Shelby wrinkled her nose,
Jay looked embarrassed. He offered no more than a silent confirmation.
This time there was no delay in Jay’s response. It was the most eloquent speech Jay had ever given in his life.
Shelby pondered this unbelievable conversation for a moment. She remembered the rush of making a man drop to his knees and kiss her ass, and then she thought about what it might feel like if, right in the middle of him smooching her butt like a complete loser, she decided to cut a really wicked far—
Shelby stepped off Jay’s porch and walked up the sidewalk to go around the block. Just as she got to the corner she turned back in time to see Jay still staring at her as she walked away. She pointed toward his front door, and saw him move to go inside as she rounded the corner. Shelby had time to think about this surreal turn of events as she walked around the block. Could this really be happening? Should this really be happening, might be a better question. She was still a virgin, and while very interested in sex, she wasn’t attracted to Jay that way at all. At least she didn’t think so. Anyway, she didn’t want to give him the wrong impression. No, this wasn’t about sex, this was really just about the ego rush of getting away with doing something this nasty to someone. But honestly the thought of that made her wet, to not put too much of an edge on it. So did that make this sex in a way somehow? It was confusing, but very exciting. She knew Jay was basically harmless, so she wasn’t too concerned about being raped or attacked somehow, but she felt she better lay down some ground rules when she got in his house. Two minutes later, he was letting her in through his kitchen door off his deck.
Shelby began to laugh.
Shelby stared at Jay for a moment. She could tell he was really going
to do this if she let him. This was for real. It was so weird and almost
sick in way, but the thought of a making someone sniff your ass while you…
Shelby wasn’t even aware that she was licking her lips. Jay knelt down.
Shelby laughed at that sight. Now he really did look like a slave. He looked like a dog on the floor.
Shelby turned away from Jay.
Once again she felt Jay ravenously showering her ass with kisses. First the cheeks and then down the seam of her jeans, she felt him pressing his lips repeatedly against her butt with increasing passion. She felt emboldened.
Shelby took a peek at the mirror and saw Jay on his knees behind her, his face buried in her ass…
Shelby paused for a moment to see if she could detect any potential gas rumbling around inside her. She couldn’t believe she was really seeing whether or not she could fart while the guy kissed her ass, but he insisted that this is what he wanted. Unlike the prissy girls at school, she made no bones about the fact she breaks wind like everyone else, and she could occasionally really let ‘em rip. Usually several times a day. Sometimes they really stunk too. That made her laugh. Slowly, she was pretty sure she could feel a fart beginning to build. Would it be a mild one or would it really stink? Her thoughts turned to Jay having to sniff up a really raunchy one… That would be hysterical! Shelby focused on the feeling of Jay sniffing away at her ass, breaking every now and then to kiss it as he knelt behind her. A slow pressure in her bowels was building. Soon she felt like the fart was ready to go. This was the moment! She hesitated. This was going to be really nasty and mean, she thought. Maybe she shouldn’t do this. He’d ASKED for it, she thought. She tried to relax, but after a minute or so of trying to make it happen, she realized that she just couldn’t make herself do it at that point. The thought of someone else sniffing up her stench also made her a bit self-conscious turns out. She decided to hold her farts and just enjoy letting Jay passionately worship her ass. A few more minutes passed, and now that fart was gaining pressure and becoming more of an issue. She realized the longer she waited, the bigger the fart was going to be. What seemed impossible to do even a few short minutes ago was getting increasingly impossible NOT to do. And she could also tell from a heat growing at her asshole that this fart was likely to really stink. It might even turn out to be a little wet. Gosh, would that be gross! It was an embarrassing thought, and yet, on another level how much fun would it be to make someone literally sniff your wet farts!? She giggled to herself. Could she really do that to a living human being?? It would be really cruel to do. She had to admit it; it would be horrible for him. And yet that’s exactly would make it so funny to do—and wonderful for her. Just think, you make a guy kiss your ass and then show your gratitude by totally blasting his face and nose with a stinky wet fart? Holy shit! And if you timed it just right while he was kissing your ass, you might be able to get some to go IN his mouth! Oh my God!! LMAO, she thought. No, that’s just too rude, too selfish! Shelby eventually began to become aware that her pussy had gotten incredibly wet! It was like her pussy was totally turned on by the mere idea of being so nasty to a guy who was already kissing her ass—figuratively AND literally. The irony of being that rude to someone who was already worshipping her was driving her nuts. Then a thought came to her that made everything clear to her: she decided that while yes, it was totally rude and wrong to do something like this to someone else for your own pleasure, it was still going to make her feel unbelievably good, and in the end the truth was she was simply more important than he was, and if farting in Jay’s mouth is what gets her off, so be it. She knew it was the pinnacle of arrogance to decide she had the right to fart in somebody else’s face just to stroke her own ego, but too bad, that’s how she honestly felt! Shelby reached back and pressed Uncle Jay’s face deep into her denim-covered butt, and in three quick bursts began farting in his face. She could feel him inhaling deeply to sniff up her gas. She had one last blast in her and she let it go. It seemed to last a full minute, but was probably only 2 or 3 seconds or so. It was an immense amount of gas, and the hot sting of its exit confirmed that it was indeed wet and most likely a real stinker. That brought a mischievous smile to her face. Then she caught a whiff of it herself, and the stench was unbelievably strong. Not to be too gross, but it smelled like diarrhea to her. As she contemplated what she was doing to this poor man, she came harder than she ever did before in her young life. She felt like she was going to faint! And all this without even really touching herself! Inwardly she was laughing her ass off at Uncle Jay, but she was coming so hard all she could do was groan, grind her ass into his face and fart. After that she was spent and more than a little embarrassed. She excused herself and practically ran out of Uncle Jay’s house, but not before she saw the tent he’d sprung in his pants. Holy crap, he really DID like it, she thought as she trotted back up the alleyway and around the block back toward her house. She tried to avoid looking over at Uncle Jay’s house as she passed in front of it, but then she couldn’t help stealing a glance. She saw him staring out the window, and waving sadly to her as she skipped by, perhaps wondering whether he would ever receive such a prize again for the rest of his life, she mused. Her mind now reeling, Shelby ran up the steps to her room, stripped off her denim shorts and hopped into her bed. She quickly jerked herself off to two quick orgasms while contemplating what had just happened, and then she masterbated again after that. The orgasms felt unbelievably fulfilling, both emotionally and physically, but they paled in comparison to the blockbuster she felt with Uncle Jay’s nose buried up her farting ass. Shelby resolved to find out what else she could do to Jay over the next few weeks. She had no idea having your ass kissed while being so mean could feel so good, and she wanted more of that. A lot more. Shelby started regularly meeting Jay at his back door for rendezvous where she continually explored her own boundaries as well as Jays. As the weeks went by, she would discover that while having her asshole kissed — naked — felt fantastic, having it licked was even better. Knowing Jay was literally tasting her asshole when he did that blew her mind. She liked the feeling of his stubbled beard pressed hard against the soft smooth skin of her ass cheeks, and the lapping sensation on her asshole while he licked her ass. It seemed like such a dirty, filthy thing to do, to literally open your mouth over another person’s asshole, and put your tongue where their shit comes out. It was really gratifying to be in a position where you could actually make someone do something like that. There was a selfishness to it that made it REALLY great, as long as you were the lickee and not the licker. Oral stimulation of her naked anus soon lead to her discovering what a rush it was to let him masturbate her pussy and clit with his tongue, and how great it felt to come in someone else’s mouth. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she acknowledged that this was indeed sex, even if they never did ‘it’, but she was beyond caring. It all felt too damn good. She simply adored having her pussy sucked off, or her asshole casually licked while she read magazines, even the lazy ego-stroke of having her asshole worshipfully kissed while she watched TV and ate popcorn. Still, very little compared to the feeling of farting in Jay’s face. Well, probably anyone’s face really, she thought, but he was the one making his face openly available to her for stuff like that. She thought nothing could ever feel better than making him lick her ass and farting in his mouth until she discovered it felt even better to make him suck her off from behind while she lay on her stomach, farting in his nose the whole time. She had discovered a real joy in the openly selfish pleasure of making someone else ingest her stench while she was orally serviced. So much so, that eventually she got the bright idea that it might be fun to humiliate Uncle Jay with more than just farting, and once she came so hard she almost knocked herself out, banging her head on a wall, when she had him suck her pussy off while she pissed down his throat. As much fun as fun as all these things were from her perspective, she really couldn’t relate at all to Uncle Jay’s position or what he was willing to do. Every now and then, the stark reality of the cruelty of the acts she was engaging in would catch up with her. While it was true that she wasn’t physically hurting Jay, she could only hazard a guess as to how horrible it must taste or smell to have someone straddling your face and taking a piss in your mouth, or worse (possibly) making you lick their ass while they pump farts into you. And as bad as that all was, she was sure, the worst part of it for Jay had to be witnessing how much pure, unabashed, unadulterated fun Shelby was having while inflicting all kinds of abuses on him—the whole time openly laughing at him and even literally cumming over it. Knowing that somebody is totally getting off on watching you drink their piss or even actively taking a piss in your face has got to feel just awful, she would think. And when she thought it about it like that, she almost felt ashamed, but then those same thoughts would make her pussy wet as she delighted in how great it was to be on the top end of it. She gleefully enjoyed her very priveleged position with Jay in a simple carefree way that only someone with the relative innocence of a 13-year-old can. After that, all limits were off. She spent her summer peeing, farting and cumming in her neighbor’s mouth with complete abandon while he paid homage to her lithesome young female body. She even let him jerk himself off while he did it. She really didn’t care. Actually there was even a little bit of a selfish rush in knowing that he could actually come even while she was using him as a toilet, for example. One thing she discovered though, that surprised her was that while she
immensely enjoyed being increasingly, and incredibly, rude to Uncle Jay,
Shelby didn’t like it as much if he were not allowed to retain any of his
stature as an adult. She figured that was because it just felt better to
So one day she came up with a plan to do something even ruder than anything prior, and she begged Uncle Jay to let her do it to him, as though he were still an adult who had some authority over her. As though she hadn’t already lost count of the number of times she’d pissed or farted down his throat while she used his mouth to make her come. So starting the night before, Shelby took a piss in the toilet, but failed to wipe, and just pulled her panties back up. The next morning, she pissed again, and again she did not wipe. Later in the morning, she took a shit and did not wipe. By then her pussy and ass were so itchy it was driving her nuts. Then she went out for a bike ride and rode hard around the neighborhood for an hour or so until she was good and sweaty. The itchiness was driving her mad. She went back home and asked her mom to make chili dogs for lunch. She swigged down 3 cans of diet coke — which always made her gaseous — and ate 2 chili-laden hot dogs. Around 2 in the afternoon, her pussy and asshole itching her like crazy and her bladder totally full, she began to feel like she had to shit yet again. And so she strolled over to Uncle Jay’s house, which is where this story began…
Jay began to ease her pink bikini bottoms down off of her. He could
tell she was unusually Shelby arched her back, sticking her ass in his direction and purred,
Jay knew she liked it slow. She liked things drawn out. He also knew she liked to be kissed on the ass the way other girls liked to be kissed on the mouth in the movies. And it did feel romantic in a way, except in a perverted way, because he knew he’d be kissing the cheeks of her ass, and ultimately, her anus. And while he kissed her asshole passionately, Shelby would be dreaming up rude things she could do to repay his kindness. Still the intimacy of it was almost unbearable. He felt very close to her in learning in such intimate detail each nuance of her very private scents and tastes. Jay moved to closer to her upturned ass, and planted a deep, soulful kiss on her right ass cheek. As he drew closer to her bottom, he could smell that she was clearly dirtier today than ever. The scents of stale, dried piss, and warm earthy ass wafted up off of her. Shelby knew as she felt Jay beginning to nuzzle the top of her ass crack that he had to know she was very dirty by then. And yet he seemed completely undissuaded. She was loving the worshipful way that he was kissing her ass, and yet the itchiness was driving her mad. She desperately wanted to wipe her ass with his face, to reach back and grab a shock of hair on top of his head, hold him fast, and begin to furiously rub her filth off onto his forehead, nose, cheeks, lips and chin, and to then turn and laugh at his brownish stained face. But she had more planned than that and she wanted this all to go according to her little script, so she somehow managed to retain her control. She felt Jay’s lips pressing against the crack of her ass, working his
way down deep into her ass. She could also feel just how sticky her ass
crack was the further down he went. She knew that her asshole was
absolutely covered in filth since she had not wiped and she shuddered
briefly in anticipation of him wiping away the sticky itchy stench with
his mouth. One thing a whole summer of being worshipped in a completely one-way relationship had taught Shelby was that she absolutely loved to have attention paid to her ass. She simply loved having it kissed and especially licked. Jay had probed her asshole deep with his tongue and she loved the feeling of being reamed out, almost like getting a tongue enema. She loved that feeling of getting a deep asshole cleaning with his tongue. It felt so good physically, and the power dynamics of it were undeniable and mesmerizing for her. At no time did Jay feel more like an abject slave to her than when he had his tongue buried to the hilt up her ass, and today, she knew that feeling was going to be magnified many fold by the filth she had waiting for him, and possibly more… The truth was, at some level, Jay was in love with Shelby. He worshipped her both physically and emotionally. Still, the stink on her asshole and pussy had surpassed anything he had endured up to that point. He’d had her piss flushed directly into his mouth and felt her asshole blossom with dripping wet farts, and still, none of that could compare to the intensity of what he was smelling on her this morning. He could plainly see and smell what was clearly several layers of unwiped shit on her asshole. The stale piss off of her pussy smelled vaguely sewer like. The self-preservation in him made him rail inside against doing this obscene task, but his worshipful slavery to her and her body prevented him from acting on it. He knew his tongue was about to become Shelby’s toilet paper, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Shelby felt Jay pausing, and she worried that she might have finally exceeded his seemingly limitless capacity for degradation at her hands. She had never tried making him lick her ass after not wiping before. She knew that would mean that while he had sucked many a rank fart out of her ass, he had never been made to taste shit outright. And yet, that’s exactly what was going to happen, if all went to plan. The thought gave her tingles. Would he do even THAT for her? Could she really make him lap shit off her ass? She almost came just thinking about it. Shelby had basically spent her summer vacation making her adult
neighbor suck on her ass, eat her farts and drink her piss, and she was
about to cap it off with the motherlode of anal worship. His willingness
to do anything she asked, no matter how nasty, had encouraged her to
openly take advantage of him, even abuse him, as a result. She imagined
writing about THAT in her Then she began to feel him sniffing, and she paused thinking he would certainly balk when he got a whiff of what was down there. But then he continued, and soon, she began to feel his first tentative licks on the top of her ass crack. Ewww, it was so disgusting, what she was making him do. Then she had a thought…
Jay shrugged and thought about that for a moment.
It sounded so incredibly rude the way he put it, but if the truth be told, that’s exactly what she was driving at, precisely the conclusion this summer had started to bring her to… But the reality was it was so rude, it was embarrassing. Shyly, she said, Instead, he gave a soft almost defeated sounding sigh, and went back to kissing the crack of her filthy ass. There was a renewed passion in his kisses as he worked his way down into her smelly crack. The deeper he went, the broader the sly smile on Shelby’s face got. Soon he would be kissing her asshole, but long before that he could feel the steamy stickiness that covered her ass crack. He loved Shelby but she smelled like a dirty toilet down there right now. Still, he couldn’t have denied his goddess even if he wanted to. Rather than hold his breath like his body wanted him to, Jay actually inhaled her personal toilet stench as though he were trying to absorb it permanently into himself. Shelby finally began to feel Jay’s lips on her asshole. Perfect! Now would be the time.
Jay had been kissing Shelby quite passionately, but with closed lips. He knew she was dirty and his lips must have been by extension — the smell wafting up to his nose from his mouth made that pretty clear — but he had no idea how dirty. He stuck his tongue out tentatively and began to run it over his upper lip. He was immediately confronted with a burst of bitterness as he licked a coat of soft pasty shit off his lips. The taste was as horrible as anything he’d ever imagined in his life, and the full knowledge of what it was really drove home just how degrading this lowly act was. The humiliation of what he was doing and what he had become hit him full force. He wanted to stop this insane situation, but Shelby — and his throbbing cock — weren’t about to let that happen.
The rash of dehumanizing humiliation Jay felt that moment was almost too much. He felt the sting of tears approach, but he refused to give Shelby the satisfaction of knowing that she was crushing him completely. Still, he could not help him from nodding a silent assent to obscene demands. Mercifully, she finally turned away, so that he no longer had to bear her penetrating and knowing gaze. He could hear her occasionally make a poor attempt to quell happy chortling as she experienced the top side of an ultimate nastiness. Shelby almost had Jay stop for real. It was like she couldn’t take it. She just couldn’t wrap her head around how mean this was. She had seen her shit on another person’s lips and watched them lick it, and then she had laughed right in the guy’s face. It was such a turn-on it was damn scary! And then she thought about how she had an even bigger cruelty planned for him. Something far worse than what she’d already made him do. And the reality that she could almost certainly make him do it, and get away with it made her feel literally light-headed, like going down a particularly fast and steep roller coaster. It gave her a savage lust that couldn’t be denied and she wanted to give in to the cruel nature of her libido with complete abandon.
Jay was silent. He simply couldn’t respond to her, because his dignity wouldn’t allow him to say out loud the only response he could think of, which was ‘OK!’.
What followed was ten of the longest seconds of silence in Jay’s life.
Shelby pondered this for a moment, a small smile on her face, eerily
similar to the Grinch’s as he devised his plan to ruin Christmas in
Whoville. But Jay still did not respond, his eyes filled with torment and conflict.
Having finished her little speech, Shelby turned away from Jay and waited. She half-hoped he would get up and tell her he didn’t want to do it. As much fun as treating someone like shit, and literally making them eat it, promised to be, she wasn’t sure how she’d feel about it later after it was all over. Shelby waited for what seemed like an eternity… Then she felt Jay’s tongue on her ass crack. As she felt his tongue sneak it’s way down ass, she thought she was going to explode. Finally, she felt him begin to lick her asshole — her very shitty asshole. She wanted to cum so badly at that point, with her shit on his tongue, but fought off the pending orgasm. She dared not touch herself at all. That afternoon, Jay found out that fecal matter is exquisitely bitter, even coming from an ass as gorgeous as Shelby’s. The blunt reality that he was licking Shelby’s shit off of her ass made him feel a low degradation he had never experienced before. It was so demeaning and so real, he almost couldn’t go through with it. But he had become her true slave in every way, and even if it was bad for him or something he didn’t want to do, he would do it anyway just to make Shelby feel good, even just to hear her laugh at his expense. Shelby sensed that Jay was not liking the taste of shit, and that made her abandon her earlier plan to hold off on cumming. Not able to help herself, she reached down to start furiously rubbing her clit while he lapped her shit off her asshole. In moments, she came with wild abandon while contemplating that while making someone else taste your shit just to get your own rocks off, especially while they are clearly suffering for your pleasure, is incredibly callous, selfish, and cruel, it was completely justified in her mind because her pleasure was simply that much more important than Jay himself was, for both of them. And making someone eat shit just for fun was the ultimate pleasure for her right then. Eventually, her nearly head-splitting orgasm subsided. She thought that without the buoy of an impending cum, she might feel bad or guilty about her nasty thoughts, or the incredibly mean things she had done to Jay. She was relieved to find that she had not even a twitch of conscience about it. In fact, she found she might even enjoy them more without the distraction of getting off at the time. One thing that surprised her in her post-orgasmic bliss was that cumming did nothing to blunt her hunger for humiliation — Jay’s humiliation. She decided to make Jay eat shit anyway…
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