Scat Goddess Amanda is a stunning woman with a body that demands attention. Her massive butt, round and plump, sits atop her muscular thighs like a perfect mound of pleasure. Her tight, toned stomach leads seamlessly into that glorious rear view. Ashley, her girlfriend, knows just how much this irresistible figure of hers turns on the men around her, and she loves using that as leverage for her own desires.
It was a warm, sunny afternoon when Amanda and I decided to hang out in the backyard. We were both lounging on comfy deck chairs under the shade of an old oak tree. The sounds of birds chirping and the faint hum of lawnmowers faded away into the background as we enjoyed each other's company.
As I gazed upon her voluptuous form, admiring her every curve, Ashley leaned towards me and whispered, "You know what would really turn me on, baby? If you watched me go to the bathroom."
My heart raced at her suggestion. I had known Amanda for years, and I had always been drawn to her wild side. She had always been upfront about her kinky desires and fantasies, but this was something new. "You mean it?" I asked, my voice barely audible.
Ashley nodded, smiling seductively. "Yeah, I really do. It gets me so hot thinking about how guys love staring at my big ass." She planted her elbow on the armrest of her chair and slowly leaned closer to me. "Plus, I know you like my messy business."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This was our secret thing; we would often share food and drinks together, and afterward, she would get extremely horny. She would rub her juices all over my face and in my mouth, making her taste all the more addictive. But going to the bathroom? That was a whole new level of intimacy, and I couldn't wait to see where it would lead us.
"Mmm, yes," I moaned, licking my lips in anticipation. "Show me, baby."
Ashley stood up from her chair, looking incredibly sensual as she stretched her arms above her head and arched her back. She sauntered towards the sliding glass doors that led to the bathroom, her hips swaying erotically with every step. With each bounce of that massive butt, I found it harder to contain myself.
As soon as she disappeared inside the bathroom, I felt a surge of excitement rushing through me. I couldn't help but imagine what she was doing in there, all the dirty thoughts running wild in her magnificent mind. A minute later, there was a pause in the sound of running water, followed by Ashley emerging from the bathroom.
She was naked, her voluptuous body shimmering in the soft sunlight filtering through the windows. My eyes were immediately drawn to her massive buttocks, which seemed to defy gravity as they swayed hypnotically from side to side. She strutted over to me, her steps slow and deliberate, and climbed onto the armrest of my chair.
"Tell me, baby," she purred, leaning forward so her big breasts practically fell into my face, "how much do you love looking at this big, juicy ass?"
Before I could even reply, she lowered her glorious behind until her cheeks were pressed against my face. I reached up and cupped one of her plump, rounded cheeks in my hand, feeling the warm moisture building up underneath.
"Oh fuck, yes," she groaned, her breath hot against my ear. "You like that, don't you? You like seeing my fat, hairy pussy covered in sweat and all that juicy fucking ass?"
I couldn't respond; all I could do was nod vigorously, my cock already hard in my pants. Ashley grinned wickedly, her eyes filled with lust. She slowly slid off the armrest of my chair until she was straddling my lap. Her big breasts were practically smothering me as she leaned in close.
"You're so fucking turned on," she breathed, her warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "You want to see what else I've got for you?"
Without waiting for my reply, she grabbed my head and gently pushed my face into her bush. The hairy pussy was even more intoxicating than I remembered; the mixture of her scent, her warmth, and the primal urge to taste her sent my mind spiraling out of control. My tongue darted out, tracing the contours of her moist, hairy labia, tasting her nectar.
Ashley let out a long, low moan, her hips bucking wildly against my face. She leaned back, giving me better access to her delicious folds, her heavy breast pressing against my shoulder. My left hand was now buried deep in her juicy ass, finger rubbing against her slick, pulsing hole.
As I lost myself in the erotic dance of our tongues and fingers, Ashley began to moan louder and faster. Her hips bucked harder against me, grinding her dripping pussy against my face while her ass flexed and squeezed my hand with every thrust. With each new gasp, I tasted her more deeply, becoming addicted to her taste and scent.
It was a power trip like no other; I was making this stunning woman cum just by devouring her most intimate parts. The realization that I could reduce her to such a state of bliss with nothing but my tongue and hands was incredibly arousing. As she finally reached her peak and screamed out her orgasm, I felt her hot cum flooding my mouth, her pussy slick with her own juices.
We stayed there, locked in our erotic embrace, for what felt like hours. When she finally pulled away, her chest heaving with exertion, she smiled at me with satisfaction. "That," she whispered, leaning in to press a quick kiss on my lips, "was fucking amazing."
And so, our depraved little game continued, fueled by our mutual desire to push each other's boundaries and explore the depths of our kinks. Somehow, this seemed more intense and intimate when we were sharing these private moments in the sun. Even as I write this now, I can still feel the warmth of her ass against my face, and the taste of her sweet nectar lingers on my tongue.
