When I originally started writing this story it was gonna be about a guy I went to college with, who was tall and had huge tits and whom I use to refer to as “tall guy with tits,” but once I got to writing it I realized the only thing I had to say about him was that he was a tall guy with tits, and that was all there was to it. So today's story ended up being about something else.
While I was in college I had re-connected with this french exchange student I knew during high school. During high school he never even looked at me because I was a walking puss zit, and now I was no longer a puss zit, I was a woman, so he offered to pay for my plane ticket to come and see him. At the time, I was living with my parents. We were taking care of my grandmother who was pretty much decomposing alive. She had a thousand diseases and she was constantly dying. She died like 5 times. She was like Houdini. She would just turn blue at random times, and start oozing liquids from her mouth, and then she'd die for a bit and come back to life a few minutes later as if nothing had happened. We all acted relieved whenever she'd come back to life, but the reality of the situation was each person in my family would have given a nut for her to die already. Anyways, I had nothing going for me in general, so traveling to Paris for free to have sex with an attractive man sounded like a gift from God.
When I first arrived at his tiny apartment he had set up an amazing spread for me with olives, cheese and artichokes. Those are the types of foods that you develop a taste for later in life. One doesn't understand an olive when one is 16 years old. It's a fucking gross salty circle at 16, but at 23 the idea that I was eating an olive for pleasure made me feel like a worldly woman. The thought that I was enjoying an olive in France with a French man made me so horny that my pussy got as wet as my mouth does when I'm having a cavity filled and the dental assistant forgets to turn on the suction hose to drain the saliva in my mouth. I know that's a horrible comparison, but whenever the dental assistant takes too long to suction the saliva out of my mouth I always think of a wet pussy.
As the days passed, I started to notice one odd thing about him: whenever we'd have sex he'd do this thing that made me really uncomfortable where he'd like elevate his ass into the air and just stay like that for a few minutes. It's hard to put into words what he would do with his body, but it was kind of a downward dog type contortion where his butthole would end up directly in front of my face, and I'd just be confused as to what I was supposed to do with it.
I eventually figured out that he was trying to get me to insert my tongue into his ass. I realized this when, after 3 nights of getting into that downward dog position, and me not doing anything about it, he asked me to lick his “anus.” I was scared at first. I was scared of what it would taste like because in my mind an “anus” can only taste like one thing, and that thing is shit. But this entire experience signified growing up and trying new things, and trying an ass for the first time meant trying new things so I stuck my tongue in there as if my tongue was a sword and his ass was my enemy.
I suddenly found myself spending so much time with my face in his asshole that I started to feel like I was inside a tunnel in the Willy Wonka Factory. Having my face in there ended up turning into some sort of meditation for me. While my face was in there I would go into a trance. Sometimes I would lick his ass and pretend like I was a lesbian licking another woman's pussy and soon find myself hooking up with a woman for the first time in my life and then i'd come to my senses and realize that shit had exited this orifice not long ago and shit would exit this orifice not long after, and then I had a memory of driving through a farm in Argentina in my parent's car when I was a little girl and I thought of howmuch I loved the smell of maneur, and at that moment I have no idea why but my college friend, the tall guy with tits that I spoke of at the beginning of this story popped into my head, and suddenly the ass I was licking was no longer the french man's ass, but was the ass of the tall guy with tits and I found myself cumming without even being touched.