Note: Here we are with chapter 6. Will Shafiq finally get to bugger my girlfriend? Read on and see!
Very many thanks are due to our friend anal_ayesha@yahoo.co.uk for supplying the Pakistani cultural references etc.
Also, if you'd prefer to send feedback to Emma, the inspiration for these stories, her email is emma_anal_slut@yahoo.co.uk ====================================================
Emma walked out of the hotel into the warmth of the Parisian night. She was looking for a bar, just somewhere to sit and read her novel over a glass of wine or two. But she was also looking for some less innocent fun. She had felt horny all day; only that morning Tom had buggered her over the desk in her office and had left her with an itch in her arsehole and a desperate need to satisfy it. She had wanted his cum too, to feel it spurting in her bottom, raining down on her breasts or filling her sucking mouth and slithering down her throat, but he had withheld that as well. It was almost as if he had been trying to make her horny. So now she would meet someone in a bar, flirt outrageously with them and then end the evening on her hands and knees being soundly buggered. She used to be coy about her preference for anal sex, pretending instead to be in the middle of her period and shyly suggesting that they could "try the other way", but since she had discovered the magical cock-hardening effect of the phrase "I really love it up the arse" she had had no qualms about using it.
She recalled the last time she had been in Paris, a weekend with Tom. They were eating in a restaurant and a good-looking Arab waiter was giving her the eye, ogling her boobs. Tom saw what was going on too, and she saw his excitement. Sometimes she wondered whether Tom got more pleasure from watching other men fuck her than he did from fucking her himself! She went to the lavatory and pretended to adjust her make-up. About three minutes later the waiter came in and locked the door of the ladies' from the inside. He stood behind her and kissed her neck, his hands immediately going to her breasts. He squeezed and fondled her jugs, lifting them out of her top so that he could pinch her large, stiff nipples. His hands travelled down her body to lift her skirt. He fingered her sodden cunt through the gusset of her knickers, pressing his erection into the soft cheeks of her arse. Slipping down her panties he brought them to his face and Emma watched as he inhaled deeply, smelling her arousal. She heard a belt buckle and almost immediately felt the large, blunt tip of his cock nudge the lips of her hairy pussy and slip inside.
She hadn't even seen his cock, but there was no doubt as to its size. Still, she knew what it looked like anyway; she had seen enough big Arab pricks in her time. It would be big, brown and circumcised just like the cocks she had seen the time she and Tom had attended an orgy in Amman and five Jordanian men had stood around her and showered her naked tits with their cum. The waiter's cock was doing delicious things to her oozing fanny, but Emma wanted to feel him pounding another orifice. She managed to whisper, "Dans mon cul" and saw the lust in his face as he pulled his huge dick from her sloshing cunt and aimed it at her shithole. He spat onto her puckered anus and she pushed out, as if shitting, to ease his passage into her guts. She felt the monstrous glans of his slippery cock press into the core of her arsehole and enter her. Desperate to be filled up, Emma pushed back against the waiter, sucking more of his huge erection into her shit-box. He smiled at her sluttishness and pushed forward to give her what she wanted. Soon he was entirely buried in her beautiful bottom and, as he began slowly to bugger her, pain gave way to pleasure and Emma's fingers dived into her steamy twat.
The waiter showed no finesse as he sodomised her, simply thrusting his massive dick into her churning rectum so that his heavy, swinging bollocks slapped up against her cunt. Emma was in arse-slut heaven, her shitter totally packed with hard, Arab meat and viscous juices from her hot pussy coating her frigging fingers. She looked at herself in the mirror, her hair flinging to her face with sweat, her baps bouncing on her chest with every lunge of the waiter's cock in her arse. She felt him pull out and realised that her anus was gaping lewdly. He dropped to his knees and she felt his tongue enter her bottom and lick her shit-passage. His tongue felt wonderful in her arsehole, but she also felt maddeningly empty. Weakly, she begged him to fuck her arse more. He stood behind her once more and with a single powerful thrust he sank his cock all the way up her crapper and began to bugger her with renewed vigour, slapping her buttocks as he did so and calling her a slut. She felt an orgasm taking hold of her pussy and radiating out through her body, seizing her breasts and making her erect nipples tingle with pleasure. She was moaning loudly so the waiter stuffed her mouth with her own panties to stifle her moans. The, at precisely the right moment he grabbed her teats and pinched her nipples hard, sending her over the edge into a violent, crashing climax. Then she felt his body stiffen behind her and with a series of short jabs into her arse she realised that the waiter was coming, filling her guts with his thick, spicy load. He pulled his softening cock from her shitter with an obscene farting sound, and taking the panties from her mouth, stuffed them crudely into her no longer puckered shithole.
The waiter stuffed his still semi-erect dick into his trousers and zipping up his fly left Emma alone in the toilet. Hurriedly, she lifted her baps back into her top and smoothed her skirt over her smarting bottom. He hadn't said a word to her in the whole 20 minutes he'd been sodomising her, and she still hadn't seen his cock! Tom had already paid the bill and five minutes later they were back in their room. Emma squatted over her boyfriend and as she pulled her panties from her arsehole she allowed the waiter's creamy jism to ooze from her tortured back passage into his open mouth. Tom licked and sucked at his girlfriend's freshly-fucked pooper as he listened to her describe in pornographic detail exactly how much of a dirty slut she had been. Almost as much of a dirty slut, in fact, as the chubby little chambermaid who had been only too willing to spread her fat cheeks that afternoon for Tom's big cock while Emma was out shopping . . .
Shafiq, who was discreetly following his French teacher through the streets of Paris, was beginning to wonder whether the events of that day had actually taken place or whether they were part of some kind of bizarre, perverted dream. He had started the day by walking in on Miss Boswell as Mr Smith was thrusting his oily prick into her shitter and goading her to admit how much she wanted to be anally fucked by Shafiq, and then as he was having an intense wank in the boys' loos, Mr Smith had come in and given him the same treatment. Shafiq wasn't gay, he liked girls alright, he just loved the feeling of having his butt filled. He rarely masturbated without fingering his own arse and tickling his prostate. Sometimes, when his elder sister Shazia was out of the house, he would sneak into her room and steal one of her large dildoes to use on his arse as he pumped his massive rod. He had been fucked by real pricks, of course, mostly his cousin Rahim and a couple of mates at school, and he'd fucked a few lads up the arse too, but what he really lusted after was a woman who would be able to take his enormous schlong up to the balls in her arse. He'd gone out with Sarah Price for a while, attracted mostly by her huge jugs and slutty reputation, but even in spite of her colourful sexual past, his huge phallus proved too large for her tight bottom and he had regretfully returned to fucking her hairy pussy. Shafiq loved hairy cunts. All of the Pakistani girls he'd fucked had been shaven so he never tired of burying his face in Sarah's bushy vadge.
Only one girl had ever managed to take his entire 13 inch dick in her arsehole: his sister Shazia. Shazia, to all outward appearances was a normal conservative girl who wore the hijab and never showed so much as an ankle in public. She was engaged to a man from their mother's village in Pakistan and she was undoubtedly a virgin. A virgin, but not a pure one. Beneath the purdah, Shazia was a slut, pure and simple. Her virginity was preserved because she let her lovers use another hole: the hole she used for shitting. She was quite simply addicted to taking cocks up her arse, the bigger the better. And of course, by far the biggest and best cock belonged to her younger brother. He had been buggering her for over a year now and in return she had initiated him in sexual practices that he had barely imagined before. She wasn't really Shafiq's type physically, she was slim and boyish with small, pointy breasts, but then it wasn't her tits that interested him, it was her tight, pert bottom. She had crept into his room while he was masturbating one Friday afternoon, while their father was at the mosque. Shafiq's head was thrown back, his eyes closed as he ran through his favourite fantasy of fucking the Bollywood film star Kareena Kapoor's shapely arse, when he felt a hot mouth engulf his helmet and looked up to see his naked sister sucking him off. Before he even had time to realise what was happening he began to cum, shooting volleys of adolescent jism into Shazia's mouth which she greedily swallowed. Then, licking her lips, she swivelled round and presented her stunned brother with her arse, parting her small brown buttocks and slipping a finger into her tightly puckered dark shithole.
"You couldn't get that monster up Rehana's shitter, but I could take it up mine," she said sluttishly. Rehana had been Shafiq's girlfriend until a few days earlier and it was true that they had attempted anal sex on a number of occasions. Rehana, too, was no stranger to anal sex, but Shafiq's dick was just too big for her arsehole so she had to bring him off in her mouth or between her large melons. Shazia had overheard Rehana telling one of her friends about the gigantic size of Shafiq's cock and decided that she wanted some for herself.
"I've already greased my hole for you, so just shove it hard up my arse and fuck me, you stud," she begged. Shafiq was both amazed and incredibly turned on to hear his sister talk in such a slutty way. But her next utterance stunned him completely.
"Come on 'DirtBoxDicker', fuck 'AnalSlutBitch' in her dirty shithole." This couldn't be! His own sister had been 'AnalSlutBitch', a girl he had been speaking to the previous night on IRC! She had been so dirty that he had assumed she was a man pretending to be female, but he had carried on with the chat because it had been so horny. He remembered it vividly. He had sent her a picture of his cock, she had replied with photos of her small tits and bald fanny, photos that he now realised were real. She had been extremely filthy, telling how love to get her 'shit packed', have her lovers piss up her shitter after coming and suck big juicy cocks straight from her anus. The final picture was the best though. It showed a slim, faceless Pakistani girl on all fours, her arsehole gaping slightly as a very well hung white youth pulled his dick from her backside; his huge cock was streaked with shit and he was pissing into her open shithole! The sight of that perverted scene made Shafiq cum powerfully, so powerfully that his spunk hit his chin.
With the vigour of youth, Shafiq was hard again and aiming his huge prick at his sister's glistening anus. He pressed his knob to the elastic rim of her arsehole and immediately felt her push down with her anus and try to thrust her slim hips back onto his erection. But Shafiq's huge girth was a struggle even for a girl with consummate skills in anal sex like Shazia and his pulsating glans failed to enter her backside. She handed him a tube of KY and Shafiq massaged a dollop into his shaft and pressed once more into the hot core of her anus. Shazia pushed her anal ring outwards as hard as she could, making it bloom like a dark rose and farting loudly as she did so. Just as Shafiq felt the rasping fart vibrate against his bell-end he lunged forward and the tip of his cock slipped into her back-passage. Again she began pushing her arse back against her brother's tool, taking more and more of it into her arsehole. After several minutes of panting and groaning Shafiq had his entire thirteen inch dong buried entirely in his teenage sister's chuff, his bollocks resting against her smooth cuntlips.
"Now fuck me Shafiq," she panted, "Dick your sister's dirt-box." Shazia felt her legs shaking as she got used to Shafiq's cock, her rectum more massively full of meat then ever before. Shafiq pulled his sister's butt-cheeks rudely apart and looked down at the root of his prick stretching her anus to the limit. Slowly he began to slide his weapon in and out of her slippery arsehole, marvelling at how easily she was taking the very organ which had defeated so many girls in the past. There was no doubt about it; this bitch had been buttfucked many times before. After several minutes of slow, deliciously tantalising thrusting into her arse, Shazia had adjusted to her brother's size and began to shove her arse back against his invading prick.
"Now bugger me hard you fucker," she yelled, "Hump the shit out of my arse!"
"Fucking hell Shazia," panted Shafiq as he slammed his cock into his sister's tiny butt, "I never realised what a filthy slag you were."
"I just love it up my shitter so much," she explained, "The bigger the better and yours, babe, is the fucking biggest ever."
"No-one's ever taken it all Shazia, you're the first who's taken every inch."
"That's 'cos no-one's as much of anal slut as I am. And just you promise to keep feeding me that huge dick and I'll promise to let you fuck my bum whenever you like." And she was as good as her word. After that first session of hard buggery, Shazia had never refused to accept her brother's cock into her slutty shithole whenever he wanted it. The initiative, though, was usually hers, sometimes begging him for anal intercourse three or four times in one day. Only once had she completely failed to take his cock in her arse: the time she was so desperate for a dump that there simply wasn't room in her rectum for his cock as well. She had squatted over the toilet in front of him and forced a fat log of shit from her anus while he watched. Then, as the turd splashed in the pan, Shafiq had forced his enormous meat right up her filthy backside in one stroke, shivering with delight as he felt the slippery grittiness of her residual shit lubricating his buggering cock. There was still a mass of poop in her hot passage but for a slut like Shazia that was no obstacle to her brother's horse-cock and she moaned like a whore as he buggered her shitty tailpipe, filling the bathroom with the spicy aroma of her churned up shit.
Before long Shafiq let out an ecstatic sigh and shot his load deep into his filthy sister's bottom. Shazia now felt a desperate need to shit, but Shafiq had other ideas. He felt Shazia's shitting muscles involuntarily working to expel his softening cock, but managed to keep his prick embedded in her fundament until he was soft enough to piss up her. Shazia loved him to piss up her shitter after fucking her, but he had never done so when she had been this full. He pissed hard up her guts and she moaned with pain and pleasure as she felt his hot urine bloat her bowels. When he had finished, he pulled his now flaccid dick from her shithole and watched with wide-eyed lust as his own piss squirted from her arse into the toilet. She tried in vain to clench shut her obscenely stretched arsehole to stem the flow, but following the first jet of hot piss that shot from her rectum there followed a couple of wet, slippery turds, and finally another cascade of piss and jism. The perverse spectacle of his sister shitting herself in front of him made Shafiq almost instantly hard and without warning he slammed his huge dick up her filthy, gaping pooper and subjected her to another twenty minutes of arse-splitting sodomy.
But now Shazia was away at college and Shafiq was looking for other butts to fuck. Miss Boswell, he had decided, would be perfect. Most of the lads at school had the hots for her, probably because she had a really tasty pair of baps and because quite often she would arrive at school bra-less and they could spend their lessons ogling her delicious knockers and dark nipples. But as sexy as her lush ripe tits were what captivated Shafiq was Miss Boswell's shapely derriere, as juicy as a peach and the kind of full, round buttocks that cried out to be gently parted so that her tender arsehole could be soundly buggered. Shafiq's obsession with his sexy French teacher had developed still further when Sarah had let slip that Miss Boswell had, "the hairiest fanny she'd ever seen." He lost count of the number of times he had wanked his stiff prick to a shuddering climax as he fantasised about sodomising her, reaching around to finger her juicy, bushy twat and cupping her large teats in his hands.
Of course, he never imagined in his wildest dreams that Miss Boswell would be the sort of woman who enjoyed anal sex; he would have been delighted to have caught just a flash of nipple or a stray tuft of pubes as she bent over. And yet only that morning he had seen her being buggered with his own eyes, and with his own ears had heard her explicitly state her desire for him, Shafiq, to fuck her up the arse. It was beyond his wildest dreams. No great fan of the French language, he had only come on this trip because he had heard the hotel had a swimming pool and he had hoped that he might get the opportunity to see Miss Boswell in a swimming costume. He hardly dared hope that he might get to see her out of one too.
Emma sipped the chilled Chablis and tried to read her novel, but it was no good. Her head was a fuzz of sexual thoughts. She had noticed the barman casting sly glances in the direction of her tits and that, in itself, had strangely excited her. The bar had semi-enclosed booths with leather seats and Emma sat in one of these, keen not to be seen by any of her pupils should they be out and about this evening. The first glass of wine she finished quickly and returned to the bar for another. This time she bought a bottle. The barman was making an obvious attempt to chat her up, complimenting her appearance and clothes, commending her excellent French and staring at her tits some more. He was quite cute; not French, Spanish perhaps. Emma felt a slight churning in her pussy; after all, the Spaniards were particularly keen on buggery weren't they? It was a Spanish boyfriend of hers, Pablo, who, many years before during a holiday on the Costa del Sol had introduced her to the delights of the beso negro: the anal kiss. He had rimmed her so exquisitely that she had been begging him to bugger her by the end of it.
Perhaps the Spanish barman would serve her needs; she might wait until he closed up and see if he offered her a "night-cap". Although by now she was feeling so horny that would hardly have complained if he had sodomised her there and then, bent over the table in full view of all the customers. Her daydreaming was interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Didn't expect to see you here, Miss!" Shafiq stood smiling in front of her, lying through his teeth.
"Shafiq!" she gasped, a little too loud, "You shouldn't be here, not in a bar anyway!" At the same time she said it, she hoped that he wouldn't leave. He was wearing a tight white T-shirt that clung to his muscular chest and showed the tiny points of his nipples. His jeans were tight around the crotch and his bulge, fuck, his package was enormous! Emma felt herself swoon as she imagined just how big his cock might be. She wanted him. She blushed to think how often she had fantasised about taking him in her arse. Just the night before, when Tom had sodomised her, she had been incoherent with lust as she imagined that it was Shafiq fucking her.
Most of Emma's friends seemed to have the occasionally fantasy about being fucked by an older man, someone more experienced in the art of lovemaking who would give them earth-shattering orgasms. During this kind of girl-talk, Emma kept quiet. Her interest was at the other end of the scale. She fantasised about teenage boys. After all, orgasms had always come easily to Emma (so to speak) and what these strapping youths lacked in experience they made up for in youthful enthusiasm and virility. Beside, part of her deepest fantasy was that she would teach these boys; show them how to pleasure a woman. Her recurring and hottest fantasy, and one that she had shared with Tom many times, took place in her class room, in the course of a lesson. Tom would be there with her, standing behind her, undressing her, exposing her large breasts to a class of teenage boys. There would be gasps as he shucked down her panties and everyone saw her bushy fanny, and then further gasps of admiration and disbelief as Tom lay on her desk and she squatted over him and took his huge prick into her back-passage in one, fluid motion.
The boys would get their cocks out, wanking themselves to hardness as they watched their sexy teacher buggering herself on her boyfriend's fat cock, her big tits bouncing. Gradually the lads would get naked and Emma would study their naked bodies: still skinny but with developing musculature, their hard man sized cocks looking gigantic on their still boyish bodies. Some would be of average size, others larger than average, some huge. The largest erections of all would be sported by the black lads, the Arabs and the Pakistanis, the very cocks that Emma desired to fuck her into oblivion. As Tom's massive prick filled her shitter she would salivate at the sight of the naked boys surrounding her, pre-cum dripping from their bulbous bell-ends. Leaning forward, she would open her mouth and one of the lads would thrust his cock into her mouth. Suddenly, as she slurps greedily on the huge brown pole in her gob, she feels several pairs of hands pawing her naked body, fingering her quim, pinching her nips and squeezing her breasts. She sucks a succession of cocks as Tom continues to bugger her and other boys maul her ripe tits. She has already taken two salty loads down her throat by the time Tom fills her bottom with jism. Her legs trembling, she walks over to a well-hung black boy who is sitting on a chair wanking, and straddles him, allowing the hairy wet lips of her sex slide slowly down his coal-black shaft until he is buried to the root in her vadge. He sucks her breasts and she rides him.
Holding her buttocks apart to display her spunk-dripping gaping anus she hears Tom invite one of the youths to sodomise her. The boy who comes to slip his cock up her rear is smaller than Tom but the sheer excitement of being buggered by a teenage boy is enough to make her cum. Before long the boys cum too and a pair young cocks fill her cunt and shitter with spunk Lying on her desk with her knees pulled back to her shoulders Emma then takes a series of hard cocks in her arse and the air is filled with the earthy aroma of her back passage. A huge-cocked Sikh boy is ploughing her shit-trench while the black boy who has already butt-fucked her licks her sperm-filled vadge. Either side of her are Asian lads who are sucking and biting her nipples and above her a slim skinhead lad feeds his bloated pole into her mouth. He fucks her orally until he comes, filling his mouth with a torrent of viscous semen. Out of her corner of her eye she can see the other boys, jacking their hard pricks. Some are sucking off their mates and two boys are even fucking. An Arab lad is bending over and grunting as another slams his enormous schlong into his hairy arse, their lemon-sized bollocks slapping together with every harsh thrust. She feels the Sikh ejaculate into her rectum and withdraw his cock. Immediately the black boy tonguing her groove takes the beshitted brown dong into his mouth and sucks it clean, tasting the depths of his dirty teacher's bottom on his classmate's knob.
Her shitter now maddeningly empty of randy young cock-meat, Emma pleads for someone else to come and fuck her shitter, sighing with sluttish satisfaction as yet another turgid rod of brown gristle slides into her fur-choked shithole to fill her bowels. She begins to moan in ecstasy, because although this lad's cock is not overly long, his huge girth stretches her tortured shit-ring to the limit. She tells him how good his cock feels up her shitter, how much she loves to be buggered and how she deserves to be treated like a slut because she uses her arse more for sex than for shitting. The tightly muscled Pakistani boy humping her shit-pipe pinches her nipples hard, making her gasp with pain and delight. He begins to slap her lolling tits and calls her a filthy slut. The tall Arab lad whom she had just watched being fucked stands over her and squats down so that his arsehole is poised above her mouth. Emma inhales the scent of his butt-crack and teases his hole with her tongue. His anus is tightly clenched, but as Emma probes his ringpiece he lets his fuckhole relax and his Arab mate's scalding cum slithers from his shitter into her open mouth. His shithole now slack and gaping, Emma slides her tongue up into the torrid cavity of his arse and laps like a dog at his spunk-filled passage. The Arab boy's circumcised cock is still hugely erect and the Pakistani lad shagging her bum leans forward to take it into his mouth. The combined sensations of his teacher deep-rimming his tingling shithole and his classmate lashing his bell-end made him cum in seconds, pumping a big load of hot spadge down the Pakistani lad's throat.
The Pakistani bellows as he shoots his load far up her intestines and the Arab boy dismounts and retires to a corner to wank himself to stiffness again, hoping for a go at Miss Boswell's shitbox later on. The Pakistani's place is immediately taken by his twin brother, who begins to bugger her. Several other lads fancy being rimmed too and they take turns squatting over their teacher's face, shivering with excitement as she hungrily laps their puckered buttholes. Emma relishes the variety of young, male arseholes that she is presented with; some hairy, some smooth; some tightly clenched and some, belonging to those who know how to get rimmed, pushed out lasciviously so that they can get the maximum benefit from her probing tongue; some lads have been fucked and they fart and strain their rectal contents into her mouth; some are soapy clean and others sweaty and ripe. Whatever the qualities of the adolescent turdholes presented to her, Emma eats them all with the same sluttish abandon, as her own turdhole is filled with yet another cock.
As the last boy dumps his load in her guts, Tom kneels in front of her and parts her buttocks with his fingers, rimming her slack anus with his tongue. The accumulated jism which fills her arsehole begins to gurgle and belch from her shattered sphincter, pooling on her boyfriend's tongue before he swallows it noisily. Emma climaxes again as she shits their arse-flavoured cum into Tom's mouth, pushing down with her shitting muscles to expel the last few gobs. Then the inevitable happens and she feels a turd travel down her rectum and nudge against her shithole. Her battered butthole is too well-fucked and slippery to hold it in, but the turd is huge and it protrudes a good couple of inches from her sexy bottom. Her pussy seems to go into spasm as she realises that her lover is licking it; licking her turd watched by a classroom full of naked, horny, big-dicked teen lads. At last she can hold it in no longer and she lets the entire massive log slither out of her arse into Tom's cupped hands. He stands up and, thrusting his hard prick once more into her filthy crap-hole, smears the steaming log over her jugs, pinching her shitty nipples as he buggers her to one, final orgasm.
In recent versions of this fantasy, Emma made sure Shafiq had a starring role. His would be the huge cock that she saved until last, that filled her chuff like no other. And now here he was, standing in front of her and trying not to gawp at her tits. She realised in an instant that she could have him if she wanted to; she could end the evening on her hands and knees sweating and grunting like a sow as her 16 year old fantasy lover buggered her over and over again. Her sane, sensible side knew this was madness. It could cause endless difficulties and complications, it could spell the and of her career, unmasking in the tabloid papers as a filthy pervert. But the churning in her fanny told her another story: a night of passion with a stonkingly well-hung teenage boy. And besides, who would believe any teenager who claimed not just to have slept with his teacher but also to have buggered her.
Emma told him to fetch a glass from the bar. She watched his tight buns as he walked and felt a sudden urge to bury her face in his tight behind, pulling down his jeans and pants and licking up and down his sweaty cleft before seeking out the wrinkled nut of his anus and rimming him. She loved men's bottoms. Nothing got her going as quickly as a pair of nicely chiselled, taut buttcheeks. Yes, butt first, then shoulders, then bollocks. She loved guys with really big low-hanging bollocks. Cock size wasn't vital, although as every woman who loves anal knows, the bigger the cock the better the stimulation through the pussy wall during anal. A really massive dick could make her feel like her arse and cunt were being fucked at the same time. Just before leaving her room Emma had decided to forego the jeans in favour of a skirt, leaving aside her knickers too. She dipped a finger into her furry quim and felt how wet she was. She wondered whether Shafiq would be able to smell her arousal.
Shafiq returned with another glass and another bottle. He was trying to get her pissed. Emma felt momentarily shocked until she reflected that she had been thinking of getting him pissed moments earlier. Shafiq, who thanks to his conservative upbringing was not in the habit of drinking, thought that he might need some Dutch courage so poured himself a hefty glass of a buttery, cool Chablis, topping up his teacher's glass at the same time as he sat beside her. The conversation, after a few tongue-tied moments on both side, progressed easily into small talk. They moved through hobbies and family to girlfriends. Shafiq was surprisingly frank on that subject, explaining why he had originally got the hots for Sarah Price.
"It was her breasts I suppose," he said cooly, taking a mouthful of wine and studying Emma's reaction, "I mean not that they're huge, although I suppose they are quite big, more their beauty; they're so shapely and ripe. Even when she doesn't wear a bra, her breasts are perfectly firm and round." Emma swallowed hard.
"Like yours," he added, looking intently into Emma's eyes. Emma could feel her nipples protruding like bullets, knowing that their aroused state would be visible to Shafiq.
"Well, I suppose all men like tits, don't they?" she laughed, attempting to defuse the intensity of the situation somewhat.
"Oh I'm not sure about that," he said with a slight smile, "I think I actually prefer bottoms more. That's why I don't fancy skinny lasses. I like nice full bottoms. The natural look. I mean, Sarah's got a really nice arse, don't you think?"
Emma could only nod silently, painfully aware that her nipples were shamelessly advertising her lust. She made a lame excuse that must be a draft in the bar, then realised too late that this comment only drew further attention to her ripe and shapely baps.
"Could be," Shafiq mused, "But Sarah always got hard nips when she was horny." Then, quite brazenly, he brought his hand up to Emma's trembling bosom and let his fingertips gently brush across the nipple of her right tit. The touch was quite electric, shooting bolts of pleasure through her teats into the pit of her belly.
"Pinch them." A voice leapt from nowhere and tumbled out of Emma's mouth before she had realised what she was saying. By the time she had realised, Shafiq was already pinching both of her aching nipples.
"Mmmm," he cooed, "Even harder than I am." As if forced by an invisible hand, Emma laid a hand on Shafiq's crotch and groped for his dick. She found it easily -- snaking down the left leg of his jeans. It was spongy and hugely thick. She didn't explore it's length; the girth was enough. Shafiq's left hand was cupping her right teat now, teasing her hard nipple with his thumb. With the hand with which she had just felt his cock, she removed it. Shafiq's hands disappeared below the table and he appeared to be rearranging his 'undercarriage'. That was one of Tom's less endearing public habit too, Emma thought.
They sat in silence for what seemed like an age, but was probably only a second or too. Gently, Shafiq took her right hand in his left and brought it down under the table. Emma was somehow powerless to resist. Again she felt his throbbing cock, but now he had released it from the confines of his jeans and she was gripping his naked, fleshy prick! This time she could not tear her hand from the very organ which she had imagined so many times. Gingerly, she let her hand trace down the thick shaft until she felt the prominent ridge of his glans. A tingle of excitement ran through her as she realised that despite the massive girth and length of his cock, Shafiq wasn't even fully hard yet. Gently, but with a firm grip, she began to masturbate him under the table. There would be no going back after this, but it was as if her hand was glued to his gorgeous cock which was growing ever bigger and harder in her fist.
Shafiq looked at her with his dark eyes and then put his hand on hers, stroking it gently. Then he slid his fingers along the underside of her soft arm, letting them brush against the swell of her breast, making the heaving pap jiggle under her top. Emma looked into Shafiq's eyes and let out a quivering sigh. He took it as the signal it was: she wanted him badly. Shafiq slid his hand down her flat belly and under the table and started stroking her thigh, his fingers sliding upwards underneath her skirt. Emma felt her pussy opening and closing on its own, preparing for Shafiq's eager fingers to enter her.
She gasped as he slid two long digits deep inside the slick tunnel of her bushy cunt at the same time as he stroked his thumb back and forth across her throbbing clitoris. Emma rolled her eyes with pleasure. The sensation felt so erotic she wanted to lean over the bar table and let Shafiq fuck her right then and there. Shafiq fingers were sliding in and out of Emma's slippery puss as he leaned across and softly kissed her neck. Emma thought she would faint with pleasure. She could feel Shafiq's huge erection and the way he was kissing her ears and neck sent waves of delight up her throat to her ears. She shivered with passion and pleasure, her huge breasts heaving. Then Shafiq added a third finger, driving all three deep into her cunt, and she had to bite her lip to stop herself crying out as she quivered and shook in orgasm.
As her orgasm began to ebb away, her lips found his and they kissed passionately. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from her churning cunt with a loud slurp that made Emma blush hotly and licked his fingers, savouring the taste of his teacher's arousal. Emma looked at Shafiq and realized she wanted him to fuck the shit out of her. She wanted to suck his gorgeous prick until it exploded in her mouth. She wanted to lick from his arsehole to the huge brown bell-end of his cock and then take every last inch into her mouth and down her throat, sucking on his tool until she'd drained his balls of every last drop of their deliciously salty load.
"It's time we got back to the hotel," Emma said, her voice unsteady.
"Good idea," Shafiq said quietly.
As they hurried through the lamp-lit streets of Paris Emma couldn't take her eyes off the outline of his obviously bulging crotch. Nor could she ignore the spasming between her own legs. As they neared the hotel she realised she couldn't wait a moment longer. She led him into a dark side alley and behind a pile of wooden crates shielding them from view of the street, and against the wall, kissed his mouth hard. She pressed her tits to his chest and felt Shafiq's hand drop to her waist and caress her arse.
"Let me suck you off," she begged, unable to control her urges.
Shafiq nodded in agreement, then unzipped his swollen fly and pulled out his rigid prick. Shafiq stayed on his feet, Emma dropped to her knees. She took his hard, young prick in her mouth and suckled the tip, licking up and down the shaft until he had grown to full thickness. Taking more and more of his cock into her mouth she forced her head forward, straightened her neck and deep-throated his cock with a single slurp, managing to take almost two thirds of it down her gullet, saliva drooling from the corners of her mouth. He took her head in his hands and began guiding the tempo of her suction. Shafiq had a very salty cock, Emma found out. This was a welcome discovery, because the saltiness made her especially thirsty for the jizz Shafiq would eventually shoot. However, she was in no hurry to drain his balls. She took her time, wanting to really get acquainted with just how Shafiq was hung. He had about more than a foot of cock -- bigger than any prick she had ever sucked. Twelve or thirteen very thick inches. And his balls, when she fished them out of his jeans to fondle them, were fat and round and smooth, the kind guaranteed to produce plenty of cum.
"You give great head, Miss," Shafiq murmured. "Never had a better blowjob." When she heard this, Emma immediately thought of Sarah Price wrapping her lips around Shafiq's huge brown shaft and sucking him. Perhaps she could be persuaded to join them sometime? Her and Tom partner swapping with two of their pupils. But, in the meantime, first things first. She had a blowjob to give and was more than hungry enough for a bellyful of Shafiq's teenage fuck cream to put that delicious thought aside for the moment. Shafiq's jeans were down to his knees. Emma put her hand between his thighs and stroked the crack of his arse, touching his tightly puckered anus with her fingertip.
"Did Sarah ever finger your arsehole Shafiq?" she asked, slurping up at him with a mouthful of prick.
"Fuck yes! I always get off extra hard from that," he answered. "Fingerfuck my arsehole real deep, so I can feel it right behind my nuts." Somebody had definitely been giving Shafiq expert treatment. But Sarah wasn't the only one who could fingerfuck a boy's arsehole with a magic touch. Emma set to work proving her own talent in this area, reaching between her legs to dip a finger in her sopping quim to moisten it, then digging into Shafiq's sweaty arse channel to find his tightly puckered butt. When her finger found his anus, she wormed it inside, slipping it up into his rectum and began to massage the crucial gland at the base of Shafiq's balls.
"Oooooh," Shafiq moaned with approval, "That's so good Miss."
"Mmm-hmmmm," Emma gurgled with anticipation. Deep-throating his prick, squeezing his balls and fingerfucking his arsehole, she gradually brought Shafiq toward the bursting point. Soon Shafiq was bucking his crotch, pulling Emma's face against him every time he fucked forward.
"Won't be long now, Miss," he gasped. Emma was ready for her creamy reward. With her mouth, hand and finger she applied extra pressure to Shafiq's cock, balls and arsehole. That did the trick. The dam between Shafiq's legs abruptly broke.
"What a load!" he croaked as he came. Emma had to agree as she feasted on his spurting prick. Shafiq's cum was so rich and plentiful that, as she swallowed it, she had the fantasy she could actually live on a meal of Shafiq's scum without having to eat or drink anything else. But after two hefty spurts, Shafiq pulled his cock from her mouth and pinched it just below the helmet, temporarily stemming the flow of delicious semen. Emma looked at him like a child who has had a favourite toy taken away.
"Please Miss," Shafiq gasped, "I've got more cum, but I want to shoot it over your bum."
"What?" asked Emma, not understanding what he wanted, or why.
"I want to jizz over your arse," he gasped, "I know it's pervy, but I just want to shoot the rest of my load over your beautiful white buttocks . . . please." Emma stood up and turned around, pulling her skirt up to expose her naked rear. She leant forward slightly so that her curvaceous bottom was thrust towards Shafiq. He hadn't been lying when he had told her he preferred women's bottoms. Shafiq gazed at Emma's naked arse in the half light of the alley-way and felt his chest pound with lust. Hers was the most beautiful behind he had ever seen; surely even Kylie's famed bottom wouldn't approach this. With a deep sigh he released his grip on his cock-head and with a final pump of his huge dick, released a volley of spunk over Emma's sluttily proffered seat. Emma felt the scalding cream land in thick ropes across her chilly buttocks and gasped with pleasure as she felt a huge gob of spunk land in her crack and slither down to coat her arsehole.
"You bastard," she whispered, "I wanted to taste all of that."
"You will Miss," he whispered back, "you will." He dropped to his knees behind Emma's trembling form and put his hands on the backs of her thighs. It took Emma a moment to work out what he was doing. He was licking his own jism from her buttocks! First one cheek, then the other, cleaning all traces of his load from her soft, white buttocks with sensuous, soft licks. Just as Emma recalled the dollop of cum that had landed in her crack she felt him pull her bum-cheeks gently apart and press his tongue at the base of her pussy. Then with an agonisingly slow motion, he licked slowly upwards to her arsehole, pausing momentarily to tease its rim and then continuing to the base of her spine. He stood up and Emma silently cursed that he hadn't remained kneeling behind her and given her the rimming she so craved. But then she got another surprise. When she turned her head to kiss him, she found his mouth was full of cum! He had licked his semen from her buttocks and had kept it in his mouth to feed to her, allowing her to taste the salty nectar which she thought he had denied her. It dripped from his tongue into her mouth and then, impatient for his cream, she sealed her mouth over his and sucked and licked out every last drop.
His left hand reached around her hip to her crotch and found her naked pussy, and with his right her fondled her breast as they kissed. She reached behind herself and gripped his cock, still huge in its flaccid state.
"You have the lushest pussy, Miss," Shafiq purred in her ear sexily as his fingers squelched in her sex, "So hairy and wet. Do you want me to lick it?"
"Oh fuck yes," Emma croaked, "I want that so bad."
"Ooh, I'd love to tongue your cunt," he whispered in her ear, mashing her twat-meat to a mush with his fingers. "Tease those big flaps with my tongue then plunge inside and taste your hot fanny juices."
"Mmmm, you're turning me on so much Shafiq," Emma moaned, her knees shaking, "Talk dirty to me."
"So you like me to use the word cunt?"
"Yessss."
"Talk about your delicious hairy cunt, your hot sexy cunt, your big fat wet cunt, your tasty horny cunt?"
"Yes. I want you to fuck my cunt with your tongue, then your fingers, then your huge cock!"
"Oh yes, sticking my cock up your gorgeous bushy cunt and fucking you."
"Shafiq . . ."
"What Miss?"
"I want you to . . ."
"What? Anything, I'll do it, I'm so fucking hot for you."
"I want you to fuck me up the shitter," Emma managed to get the words out, blushing hotly.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," repeated Shafiq, "I told you: anything. You are the hottest woman out. I'll do all that and more. Oh man, yes, sink my dick up your beautiful arse, oh please, I want to."
"Yes, fill my shitter with your huge meat."
"Oh Miss, that would be so beautiful."
"I want you to bugger me Shafiq, hard. Feel your hugeness in my back-passage."
"That's it Miss, I can see it now, my big Muslim cock sliding in and out of your beautiful anus."
"In and out of my shithole," Emma corrected, increasingly aroused by the coarseness of their talk.
"Yes, your hot, tight shithole; making your pussy drip," echoed Shafiq, enjoying the direction the conversation was going.
"Mmmm, buggering me, sodomising my tight little corn-hole, making me whimper 'cos your so fucking massive."
"Big brown cock buried up to the balls in your dirtbox."
"Yes, oh fuck yeh, balls deep in my shitbox,"
"Fucking me where I shit."
"Yeh, filling your shitpipe," growled Shafiq, sliding a finger into Emma's rubbery arsehole to bring home the point as she jacked his now fully erect prick with long, firm strokes.
"Yeh, fucking my dirty shit-pipe," panted Emma through gritted teeth.
"Mmmmm," sighed Shafiq, close to coming again, "Fucking my big dick into your hot shit."
Emma's silence after this last comment made Shafiq fear he had gone too far with his explicit reference to Emma's no doubt delectable shit, but then he realised she was actually speechless because she was having an orgasm.
"Room 512," Emma managed to say as her orgasm subsided, "I'll go now, you follow in ten minutes. The door will be unlocked." And with that Emma smoothed down her skirt and turned to walk to the hotel, aware that her 16 year old student was shortly going to be giving her the biggest buggering of her life.
"Oh, just one thing Shafiq," Emma called back.
"Yes, Miss?"
"Well, if you're going to spend tonight buggering the shit out of me," she smiled wickedly, "I really think you'd better start calling me Emma."
"Yes Miss," Shafiq replied, without thinking, his mind already set spinning by pleasures yet to come