Chapter 35: Naughty Wiggling Tongues

(Note: this chapter deals with analingus. If you prefer, you can take that as given and skip over the nasty business to continue with the next chapter. If you feel icky about the act, there are some things to keep in mind. 1. Li and I clean ourselves ahead of time, the details are boring but rigorous and comprehensive. 2. We don’t really go that deep, it is more the head trip of a tongue flexing in the gatekeeper muscle where lots of nerves are, sharing trust and good feelings. 3. Did you eat any fast food lately? You should know they test for all kinds of disgusting non-recipe contents - rat droppings, insect parts and such - in ANY food that comes out of a factory. Every pound of final product that passes is a pound’s worth of revenue earned. So keeping 100% the bad stuff out would reduce revenue and bonus money. Maybe they manage the bad stuff in the food, it is part of managing profit, and as far as customer health, most factory output is cooked before it is ingested.)

“Time for more naughty loving stuff,” Li said, wiggling her tongue. “Bend over?”

“Real naughty stuff, both ways,” I agreed, showing her my tongue.

She almost swooned at the sight, bringing up thoughts of what taboo pleasures she would get from it. “As you wish.”

She was in a particular mood that we both were ready for. Maybe most couples don’t do the “Dark or Rosebud Kiss.” But I guess we were not like most couples so we did what was needed to prepare, we trusted each other, and we dared to enjoy. I knew part of it - Li giving the pleasure to me - was tied to her unworthiness and her promotion from whore to willing concubine. On the other had, when she was on the receiving end, being served by a me, she found the pure pleasure (physical and emotional) well beyond anything she expected to experience in her life as a low-born whore.

I went over to stand by the one arm on the couch, an arm that was solid and formed a large cushioned arc. It was the right height that I could bend over, putting my weight on it in a secure position with my legs spread. I was exposed and available for her to molest with her tongue. The couch was designed for this.

Li moved behind me. She had a padded kneeler which put her at exactly the right height for her to do what she wanted - stick her tongue into my ass for the loving “Dark Kiss” that was about the most private, intimate act between us.

When she was ready she nipped at my bum. I reached back to open my ass cheeks, giving her room to get in deep. A moment later I felt the lightest touch as the tip of her tongue visited the spot of flesh behind my balls, then wiggling as she moved up to the circle of crinkled flesh of my sphincter muscle. She loved drawing her tongue around that “circle of oral sin,” teasing the flesh and the nerves that are so abundant there. I heard her soft laugh as she moved her tongue around. Or maybe that was me.

From my end it felt wonderful as she moved around around back there, the light tip of her tongue teasing the flesh. My cock stiffened even more. I also felt my muscle tighten slightly, the natural reaction to anything back there. I willed the muscle to relax, to let her play as she wished. This was her warm up.

Analingus was not one of the sexual traditions of either the Tribe or the Colony. Both were completely focused on sex for procreation, to expand the population. Fucking to make babies felt good enough that it was plenty for them given the amount of play-time and energy they had. In addition, for the Tribe there was a real mindset of conformity in sex, because most acts of sexual pleasure were done in the sand cave, where one saw others doing the same things. Public sex is VERY conforming. What type of person would do something different? Peer conformity is such a powerful force, and exclusion was too great a risk. They all shared all the partners. Private sex was normal only for the husband and wife in their arranged marriage trying to make babies, it was what both expected and what the tribe commanded. Virtually all other sex, for recreation at the impetus of the woman, was done in the cave where everybody expected they would see others doing “normal” feel-good sex things with people they would to things with in the future. People experimented with positions suited to different body types and physical preferences, but no matter the position or pairing, the expectation was 100% hetro vaginal sex. So as I grew up, Marta was also a stranger to the act.

In our house that changed the summer when Samantha had a quarrel with her rich lover/boss/sponsor from San Luis Obispo. He was unreasonable (wealthy people sometimes are) but he was also in charge, so when they had a spat he left her on the pier as his yacht sailed away.

In this guy’s home compound he kept a number of attractive young women. These smart, competitive females had to earn the right to share his bed. Scores were kept and posted, one did not want to drop below a certain level, you could wind up sharing a squalid tiny room without a cleaning or cooking staff in a dirty, noisy, private, off-campus dorm. That dorm also served the local community college, where the students seemed to sleep less and party more.

On occasion this rich powerful man got the urge to eat the fine ass of one of his beautiful young college women. It was not a requirement. The volunteer had to be willing to submit to a cleansing routine supervised by the Major Domo to insure her ass was “squeaky clean.” This was a multi-day process that included a special diet. Plus, to even get on the list the girl’s ass had to look like it would be fun to munch, skinny girls need not apply. Bleached skin was also a requirement.

Samantha had no concept of the practice before she moved in, but after she was there she volunteered as a competitive thing, to earn more time to prove herself as one who was worthy of the guy’s bed. Plus, she just plain liked sex, and if a guy wanted to put his tongue in her there she knew it would feel very sexy good. Sam has an attractive, but not too large ass to go with a curvy body, so when her boss was in the mood she was selected more than any of the others. The duty was not unpleasant - she had the lie there and take the pleasurable attentions - and the nights were not without other benefits as a second woman served them both.

When Samantha moved into our house that summer she shared the process, both giving and getting, with the rest of the household. The women really called the tune on this, but they went both ways. Marta was not fully comfortable with her desire to have a friendly tongue wiggling in her ass, she only accepted the pleasure from a female, and only in the privacy of her bedroom. The rest of us enjoyed all forms of sex openly in a common room, usually with audience participation. Still, I would not say analingus was a frequent activity.

Almost a decade later, after Li and I bonded, it became a part of what we did with each other. It was new to Li, but getting tongued felt too good and giving me this pleasure fit so easily with her submissive nature. The first time for us was a “slip of the tongue” when I was eating her pussy. She thought it was an accident but I said it didn’t have to be. She produced some dental dams and told me to bend over so she could get into me. I insisted that the act would always be reciprocal. That first time was really not intentional but she liked it, the sensation ignited her interest. She was eager to explore the act as something she had never done which she could offer as a new submission to me. Actually, since she never had experienced “sex for fun” before the time I fucked her on a date, I was working very willing clay, Li was looking for anything new that felt good. When I mentioned that Marta and I did not do this Li liked it even more as something special that was just between us.

That was when our cleansing ritual started, Li felt she had to be especially clean for me. She studied the process Samantha had listed and found some of the steps were not really needed. Then I found the small rotating brush with the super-soft bristles, had it modified to suit us for a final cleaning, and suddenly the cleansing process was much easier.

(Were did the brush come from? Well, just about anything that contributed to kinky sex could be found in the Pit of All Human Depravity known as the San Fernando Valley.)

Lately I expanded the practice a little. Resha was, unexpectedly, open to the act because I respected her and it showed, plus it felt good. Analingus was a thing Samantha did with Resha. Plus, the act was depicted on the carved stone walls of temples in India, she had to respect that.

For Gracie it was part of what she enjoyed with the professional girls that her mother procured for her. Her mother did not want Gracie looking for boys on her own, and if she found them she arranged this “hidden trap” so Gracie would not keep them. The trap was that when Gracie became 18 her mother paid the professional girls extra for doing this “special act of pleasure” to Gracie. The evil logic behind the request was that if Gracie ever stumbled on a guy on her own, she would anticipate analingus from him as “normal” sex she liked. But most guys would be unwilling to match what the prostitutes did to pleasure her, discouraging Gracie. It was a clever move, even for a guy in LA doing analingus on a girl is not exactly ‘first date’ activity. Such a suggestion from Gracie was likely to drive the guy away and make her feel bad at the rejection. Gracie would then cry to the witch in the mommy costume. spilling her secrets.

Gracie is very fortunate that I ran into her when I did, and that I am not a typical LA guy. On the other hand, because I saved Gracie’s life, Darnel arranged that her witch of a mother did not live long enough to find out what a great guy I was.

After Li’s tongue made a few trips around my tight circle she started to focus on the center, the exit-door that she wanted to enter with her naughty little tongue for a mutual thrill. She started to push into the center of the muscle. I was relaxed so she made some progress. It felt like pure sin, not really evil but forbidden, like it was super taboo to feel the wet, wiggling tip of her tongue entering even a little bit there. That thought helped me push out a bit more, to open the backdoor.

She pressed harder at the center while I made the effort to relax the muscle. Where she exercised control of her muscles during the oral fucking, I had to take command of my own muscle now, I had to relax it and push out so she could gain some entry into my body, working the tip in. I felt her sassy tongue push a little deeper. She pressed in farther, moving the tip of her tongue like a drill to slowly force open the entrance and delved deeper. Soon enough I felt her cross the line, forcing the muscle open enough to really get in.

I felt more of her tongue wiggling inside my entrance. Damn, it felt unnatural as the first time I masturbated, I knew it had to be a sin. Like that first jerk-off, she felt amazing. She immediately forced in deeper and wiggled around, up and down, left and right, delighting my nerve endings which were so dense.

I could feel her laugh at the sensation, she liked this part, the strength and texture of the muscle she was feeling from inside. To her it was a kiss, our “dark kiss” secret. Part of that was the forbidden, taboo nature of the act, it had to be our secret because nobody else could know it. She was using the mouth that she used to earn a living with so many self-important men. They would be aghast if the knew where that same mouth was now.

Secrets shared can bind people together, and this was a very secret game we both played like lovers. But the greater joy was the sensation her tongue enjoyed as it continued the perverse kiss. This was a special delicacy which she liked, and like a favored sea delicacy she did not get it very often. So she savored and devoured.

(Actually, she compared it to blowfish, a delicacy from the ocean that, if not prepared expertly, could go very, very bad to end somebody’s problems. Trusting the chef was a matter of life or death. But still, wealthy people with so much to lose sought the dish, because they could ... or they did not know better despite what they read.)

Li does not have a long tongue, plus any tongue’s strength and endurance drops off quickly the farther out she sticks it. But where she was she didn’t need to go much farther. She was wiggling around, working the circle wider and stronger, triggering outrageous feelings in my densely packed nerves.

It simply felt wonderful, too good for words for both of us. That was why returning the favor was the only thing one could do. I just took all that Li gave me, let her have her way with me as long as she wanted, which really meant as long as she had the strength for it.

She usually didn’t linger too long at this stage. But today, despite the limits of her flesh, she was determined to go deeper and longer. She pushed in farther, to the inner end of the tight passage. Usually she stops and plays for a time at that level of penetration, her tongue wiggling and running over deeper nerves, giving me the physical feelings of penetration and at the same time feeding her self-image as a special subservient lover, a unique lover, for me.