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Michelle and Eddie Seduce a Scat Dreamer

 

 

Michelle stunned me. Shy, retiring Michelle. Even keeled Michelle. Michelle, bent over the couch, her desirable derriere wide open, skirt up over her back, calling me to come lick her ass and get her ready for her man. How elegant she looked. Those filmy panties, the silken bottom panel just covering her two inviting holes, the nearly transparent material of the back exposing the dark valley between the twin moons of her perfect ass. Life is so strange, how it can go along in such predictable routines day after day, then, just when it's got you lulled into a comfortable rut, turn inside-out, upside-down, helter-skelter spinning out of control on you.

 

Michelle's antics had certainly done that to my life. I'd been close friends with Michelle and Eddie ever since they'd moved into the Condos three years ago. They were really my only close friends outside my family. I'm an artist and writer, jealous of my time. Truth is I'm also shy and pretty much a loner. At a party, I usually sit in a quiet corner somewhere reading, or just trying to look like I'm complete without anybody. When some poor sucker comes up and tries to break through that wall of silence, my awkwardness with conversation soon drives them off. Michelle and Eddie were one of those rare exceptions, folks with patience enough to draw me out and depth enough to fascinate me and keep me coming back for more.

 

But, up to now, our relationship had been one of friendship only, nothing remotely like a sexual level. Oh, I guess, over the course of three years, we'd talked enough about abstract sexual things, abnormal psychology, reviews of various books or plays. Shell and Eddie knew my liberal bias well enough. They also knew that I had no real sex life. They knew I'd never really dated seriously or had a love of my life. I'd told them about the few disastrous tries.

 

The closest I had come was with Sharon. We had met at a university party, one of the few I let myself get roped into attending. She was at least as quiet and withdrawn as I, and I found myself drawn to her out of a sense of sympathy. She had been quietly smoking a joint someone had handed her, and she shared the last of it with me when I introduced myself to her. We talked briefly. In minutes, she'd determined that I had a car. She didn't. She asked if I'd mind taking her home. She said that ganga always made her unbearably horny, and she couldn't trust herself to stay in the party any longer. As she made this confession, I assumed it to be some sort of come-on, but, looking at her cowering, hand on the door handle of the moving car, I decided otherwise. Either she had a strange reaction to marijuana, or she was deeply neurotic. Probably both. I took her straight to her apartment, ready to deliver her in a totally gentlemanly fashion, and she actually dragged me through her door and wrestled me to the floor, pawing at me, tearing my clothes off. When she got to the point of sitting, pantied bottom on my bare chest, she suddenly shifted gears and went into frightened fawn mode. It took clever negotiating to get out of her place with nothing more lost than a couple of buttons and my self respect. That's right, virginity still intact. A twenty-seven year old man in today's world, still unsullied.

 

I'd waited for her to call me the next day. I thought perhaps that she was on some drugs, or that something I had done or said had somehow set her on her oddball course. When, after several days, I didn't hear from her, I called. The conversation was nervous, self conscious, and brief. She wanted to see me again. For breakfast. When we met, all she could talk about was finding some grass and getting together again. I made my embarrassed excuses and bowed uncomfortably out of her life.

 

Yes, Shell and Eddie both knew I was undefiled. But, given my sexual reticence, how could they have known I'd be so receptive to Michelle's wild move? What I didn't know was that they were cruising the Internet too, and, from little things I'd said, they'd guessed that it was me posting to this newsgroup. An inspection of my workstation while I was fixing them drinks had removed any lingering doubt. They had me nailed.

 

Their own, shy virgin neighbor an infamous USENET libertine. The two of them had been, for months now, reading the stories I concocted. They had gained an insight into my psychosexual realm even my own sister, Paula, never had. Certainly not my brother Phil. I couldn't tell Phil anything personal. Outgoing, womanizing Phil. He'd have laughed his head off at my fantasy world. Paula, on the other hand, knew that I had kinky leanings. She also knew that I wasn't sharing those kinks with anyone. She knew I loved a womanly figure. She knew I was hopelessly romantic.

 

What Paula didn't know, certainly not from my revelations, was that I bought nudie magazines like Big Butt, Leg Show, and Black Tail, and that I lay awake nights dreaming about worshipping the beauty of the feminine rears shown therein. I even played with my own ass, smelling the heady odor of a finger pulled from my own core while I masturbated, transfixed by the perfection of the womanly flesh pictured in the zine. I had gone as far as tasting the stuff from in there, imagining all the while that it was not from me but from the lovely creature on the pages before my eyes. I did this to practice for the day when a SCAT mistress would demand such service from me. I had to know that I could do anything she asked, no matter how dirty. No, Paula, my own sister, didn't know my dark side. But Michelle and Eddie knew these things about me the moment they cracked the code of my screen name. And from that moment on, they had been planing my SCAT seduction.

 

I fit perfectly into their love life. Eddie and Michelle had a relationship built upon sharing in intellectual pursuits, the arts, many things. Mutual respect, that was their watchword, OK? But when it came down to raw, animal attraction, Eddie loved Michelle for her ample ass. He lived to drive his hot flesh deep into her rear entrance. Shell loved sharing it with him, but she longed for more. As they read my SCAT fantasies and my oral fixations, Michelle grew more and more interested in having someone treat her body with such adoration. Eddie, for all his love of his beautiful wife, couldn't bring himself to put his mouth anywhere below her waist. Still, the images of his pretty woman being worshipped in queenly fashion were not without their effect on him. Perhaps at first it was just something he considered because he knew his woman wanted it. However, the more thought he gave those visions, the stronger grew his desire to act them out.

 

Finally, a fantasy began to crystalize from all their discussions of the steamy topic. What if they were to bring me into their lovemaking circle as an oral servant of them both. My job would be to orally prepare Michelle for her anal assignation with Eddie, then clean them both up after Eddie had spent his love between her ample buttocks. This idea. when Eddie first voiced it, was an immediate hit with Shell.

 

It was shortly after this fantasy formed in their minds that Michelle turned her perfect tail to me and flashed her invitation. Right there before my eyes. No glossy highlights interfering with my vision. No staple where her rosebud ought to be. This was no page from some skin zine, but a real, living, breathing woman. A woman I knew and loved. A woman whose wondrously curvy form and wide hips I had admired for three long years. A woman who now wanted me to pull down the diaphanous material of her panties and kiss her ass. Posed like this, so there could be absolutely no doubt of the veracity of her statement, Michelle explained all of the foregoing. She told me how she and Eddie had blown my Internet cover. How he knew I watched Michelle every time she bent over, lust flooding my hungry eyes. How she wanted just what I'd been writing about in alt.sex.fetish.scat. Posed with her rump on slutty display, Michelle explained how she and Eddie planed to include me in their bedroom activities.

 

I didn't need to hear much in the way of convincing. The whole day I'd been hotter than a sizzling skillet. In fact, I'd planned to cut tonight's visit to their apartment short in favor of a long, languid session with some of my current favorites from the skin zines. In light of the present offer, however, I was willing to be flexible. Ha! Flexible in plans, maybe, but there was certainly one part of my anatomy that was loosing its flexibility fast. With Eddie sitting in his favorite chair watching, nodding approval, I slipped forward from my chair and onto my knees on the floor. Keeping my face right on a level with the perfection displayed before me, I walked on my knees toward Michelle's proffered prize.

 

"Michelle, I never dreamed. . ." I hesitated. Time for total honesty. "Well, OK, I fantasized about you many times. You. . . you're so womanly, such a perfect figure. But having you open to me like this. It's. . . "

 

And then my desire took over. I became a soul man. I hooked my fingers under the waistband of those diaphanous panties, and slid them slowly down over the luscious fullness of her bottom. Already I was overcome by the strong scent of woman, familiar to me from sniffing the panty panel of my twin sister Paula's undies borrowed from her clothes hamper.

 

"Kiss her the way you've always dreamed of doing, Paul" Eddie instructed, without the slightest tinge of jealousy in his demeanor.

 

How Eddie felt about this was terribly important to me, and I was greatly relieved to hear him urging me on. Not only was he my best friend, he was big enough to crush me like an aphid on a plant if he didn't like what I was doing. With his clear OK signaled in this instruction, and Michelle's musky pussy-smell drawing me in like a butterfly before a fragrant rose, I went to work. I was a soul man, giving this perfect princess a soul kiss. My mouth covered the brown flesh around her anal opening. Face buried in the perfection of her rear valley. Tongue probing out, tentative at first, loving what it found, breathing in a new smell, different, desirable part of woman, ass, a hint of pussy mingled with her anal aroma, awesome, wondrous taste, blackness as my face bored into her soft derriere. I think I almost passed out from the rush of emotion that swept over me. What I was doing was so dirty. So clean. In front of Eddie. Getting her ready for him.

 

Yes. Deep into her core I plunged. My tongue trying to stretch out and tickle her tonsils from behind. At that moment, I wanted to Roto Rooter up into her intestines with my tongue. I wanted to feel, to taste, to smell and sense every mysterious inch of this desirable creature. So long I had marveled at the flawlessness of her curves. I had thought that nothing in such a one as Michelle could possibly be considered dirty. Here I was proving that I meant that.

 

The taste of her shit was slight in her, but just enough for that first time. It was enough to bring a rush of saliva to my mouth. Soon I had her soaking wet all over her lovely ass and well up inside, as far as my tongue could probe and force the slippery wetness. I was really slobbering into her fanny, moaning obscenely, unaware of anything save for Michelle's tail wagging away on my tongue, and my enormous need to do this for her. I could hear her soft sighs, growing more urgent, needing this service as much as I needed to render it.

 

I don't know how long I French kissed her soft fanny, but Eddie told me it was about a half hour. I know I wasn't even aware of his having moved from his chair. The last time I had looked, he was still sitting there, pants off, huge erection dripping pre-cum all over his hand as he stroked up and down his hot meat. Now he was standing directly behind Michelle, his massive hard-on pointing right at the spot where my mouth joined with his wife's sumptuous ass. He didn't even have to say a word. I did what, an hour ago, would have been totally unthinkable to me. I took my mouth from her anus and sucked the length of his hard-on into me. I lathered him up with all the moisture that sucking Michelle had generated. When he was all slick, wet, and hot, I lovingly guided his big prick up against her brown opening. Immediately, Michelle pushed out as if expelling a big turd. Her soft anal flesh puckered out and just seemed to pull Eddie's long rod inside her like quicksand swallows a booted leg.

 

Eddie groaned with the pleasure, and Michelle with the rush of sensation as his hot meat slid up her now slippery rear canal. He stayed deep in her, groin pressed against her buttocks, for some time. Meanwhile I climbed under her and placed my tongue on her tit, hanging down from her as she bent forward over the couch. But she pulled me up and soon our mouths met in a wild, passionate kiss. Michelle seemed to thrill all the more at her own scent on my lips. My hand was in her sopping pussy, working magic on the little nubbin at the front of its folds. Soon Eddie was beginning a slow fucking in and out of her receptive core. Each time he thrust into her, I could feel her breath driven into my own mouth. Eddie picked up his pace as he locked into the ancient dance that takes lovers to release. Her groans became rich, full, guttural. He was driving deep into her now, and her tongue was flicking into my mouth as if somehow being poked by his rod coming all the way up through her.

 

The thought of this sent me right to the edge. That cock had just been in my mouth. What if it could somehow go all the way up her poop chute and through her into me, carrying his need for her and her essence along with it. My fingers were flying in Michelle's silky cunt. Eddie roared as the huge enema of sperm that had been building in his balls for the last hour spewed deep into his wife's waiting bowels. Michelle moaned out her own cat-scratch fever, muffled as it was by her mouth glued to mine in our kiss. Carried away by all this, for the first and only time in my life, I went over the top without a thing touching my trigger. Wave after wave of sperm sprayed from me onto Michelle's belly and tits, dripping back down onto my own body lying under her.

 

If this could have lasted forever, my life would have been complete staying in that one spot. Of course, it couldn't. Time, which had seemed to stand still, really kept right on, and time soon took its toll on all our passions. I ended my spurting orgasm. Michelle finished her massive cum and, gasping for air, broke free of our kiss. Eddie stood with knees near buckling and his once raging hard-on now shrunken, plopped out of his wife's spasming rear. This was my signal. The second half of my assignment was ready at hand. I slithered back out from under Michelle, licking my own cum from her generous tits and softly rounded tummy as I passed. As I slid under her pussy, I lapped up the excess of her love juice flooding down her legs and matting her curly hair to her flesh. I sucked Eddie's softened member in and delighted in the strong taste of his wife's insides still mingled with his sperm. After cleaning him fully, I moved up her crack to her now ravaged hole. It was sooooo open now. So full of spunk. I licked into her and sucked at her. Michelle pushed to expel all the cum enema she could give me. The taste of her chocolate mixed with his cream was beyond belief. In no time I was panting away, sucking and kissing Michelle with all the fervor I had given my first try.

 

Soon, Michelle was responding in kind. Her breath, which had slowed to near normal, began anew the ragged race of her earlier excitement. In time, even Eddie, back slouched in his chair, was up and stroking his big pole again. This time, after getting his love tool all wet and ready for entry, I moved around and let Michelle suck my hardness into her hungry lips while Eddie plowed into her rear opening. I held still and let the force of his thrusts move Shell's lips up and down my wonder wand. I could feel each bounce as his groin slapped her butt, pushing her mouth up till her lips touched the base of me. Then her face would slide back down, drawn by the suction of the departing monster being slid from her rectum. Back in, gulping my last inch, out till her tongue teased only the tip, in soooo deep, gagging her but driving her to ever greater passion. Building a fire that started way down in my loins and gathered, grew, began to press and then exploded into her hungrily sucking lips. Eddie, hearing the sucking, moaning, swallowing noises, was soon unloading a second load of passion in his lady's lovely rear. And Michelle, fingering her own pussy, rolled along in constant cum through both Eddie's and my release.

 

Cleaning them up this time was even better than the first experience. Michelle's rectum was, by now, overflowing with cum and her own fanny juices secreted to lessen the friction of the ass fucking she'd gotten. All this, she willingly gave to me.

 

Then we tried my favorite position. After preparing them both, Michelle and I get into a hot 69 with her on top, and I guide Eddie back into her well-used hole. He just tries to hold still, and I, urging her on with my tongue flying into her twat, get her so hot her bucking takes both Eddie and me over the top. Inches above my nose, I can see Eddie's hot meat pumping more cum deep into Michelle's sweet rectum. Cum I will soon suck back out of her.

 

We lost count of how many times we played an encore that night. Till we were all too sore to try again, that's the only way I can reckon it. And till we all knew that we had turned a new page on our erotic lives.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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