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Worshipping a Cheerleader's Bottom By Kevin Wood



"Okay..TONGUE! RIGHT UP THERE..NOW!!" she almost shouted, as I prepared myself mentally. This was always a big step.

"Right now! Get it up there..way up. Way up, high as you can."

She wouldn't be denied. I poked my tongue in gently, past a slight resistance, then pushed further.

"ALL THE WAY, ALL THE WAY.." she demanded.

Up,up.. get it up boy. UP, I said, damn you UP..UP!!

My tongue slid all the way, as far as I could get it. She calmed down the feverish talk. I could tell she was enjoying all aspects of it.

"Jeez.." she whispered, "..that feels good. Real real good.."

We'd had an email from a girl in America. Well, Claire had had an email. I was persona non grata in dealings with these dominant women; although Claire liked to show me the dossier that was building up about all this.

Claire had a 'system' for any work we did together on the computer. She wore a special pair of rubber knickers, which had a facility - an opening at the front (or back) - which could be connected to a 'breathing tube', and thence to a mask placed over my face. Simple, but effective. When I wore the breathing mask, all the air that I breathed came along the tube, and was drawn from inside her underwear.

It was like facesitting or panty-breathing by remote; it kept me in constant contact with Claire's underwear and private parts, whilst giving us both the freedom to do other things, within reason - like working together at the computer. And It left me free to talk; although my voice may have been a bit muffled: certainly my brain was a bit dimmed and unfocussed sometimes, because of the foetidly tainted air I had to breathe. It was a form of intoxication, in a weird way. I know she liked it because it was a convenient form of humiliation for me.

We checked email. There was a corking message and photo from an American girl. Claire read it aloud as we looked at the screen together.

Dear Claire,

……I will be visiting England, your area, next month. A relative of mine had a session with your devoted slave, and I wondered If you would like to meet up with me too. I'd like to give your man a hard time with my ass, like my cousin Marcy did. I'm nineteen - a cheerleader for a college football team, and I'm just getting into ass-worship domination . I want him to kiss and worship my back-cherry….I understand he will do this real good..

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"A cheerleader.." I muttered, my breath inflating and deflating Claire's underwear as it came in and out of the tube that led under her skirt.

Claire turned away for a moment. "Hold on, I'm just re-fixing the tube to the back of the pants, so that everything you breathe passes around my bottom.."

"There, that's it.." she flopped her skirt back down and turned back to the screen. "Yeah, a cheerleader - nineteen. Christ you're a lucky guy, you know."

I chuckled. "Lucky? - what's this bit about her..'back-cherry'? Her asshole? I get the feeling she's going to be a complete cow."

I coughed slightly at the air coming along through the tube.

"Claire..how long have you been wearing those rubber knickers?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Since about eight o'clock this morning. I like the sweaty feel of them."

She shuffled her bottom on the chair. "They're quite 'big' so there should be plenty of air inside them."

But it was the same air; becoming like treacle. I breathed in and out okay, but it was mostly the same stuff, with very little fresh air entering the rubber pants. And it was infused and tainted with every female bodily scent available to mankind: nature's own way of torturing a male vis a vis a female.

"I'll 'ping' the waistband now and again," Claire offered. "To let a bit of air inside the pants. Not too often though."

We wrote back to Lucinda - that was the girl's name, known as Cindy.

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We picked Cindy up from the railway station. She would be staying at Claire's for the weekend. She'd been staying with friends, and had been in the UK for a week now; and was ready for action.

Cindy was keen, as she looked around the room to get her bearings. Like the other girls we'd brought here, she showed no inhibitions, safe in the knowledge this was private, between the three of us, and that for the duration, she was in complete control of me.

She soon had me lying flat on the floor, with my nose up the crack of her butt.

She bounced up and down a little, then settled heavily - my nose wedged in the crack.

"BREATHE THAT ASS," she prompted. "COME ON BOY, GIVE IT TO ME NOW. B-R-E-E-E-E-A-T-H-E THAT ASS. I want to FEEL that nose, right in there..want to feel that breath coming from right in the crack. RIGHT IN THE CRACK.."

She was a devotee of this procedure alright. She glanced down and felt with her hands to make sure my nose was 'right in the crack'. Which it was of course. After about half an hour of alternately forcing me to breathe her ass, then clamping down and suffocating me, she raised herself.

"Spread the cheeks," she demanded. "Spread 'em good.."

I hesitated a little. "Come on, use your hands - get them SPREAD, NOW.."

I pulled her ass cheeks gently apart, and stared apprehensively.

"Start licking ..licking that ass," she demanded. "I want to feel that tongue. Work it around inside the crack. Do it. Then work it onto my back-cherry..I want it cleaned up real good.."

I worked my tongue around inside the crack of her butt.

"Good," she declared, "now start rimming - clean the entrance to my butt."

I did that for a minute or so.

"Okay..TONGUE! RIGHT UP THERE..NOW!!" she almost shouted, as I prepared myself mentally. This was always a big step.

"Right now. Get it up there..way up. Way up, high as you can."

She wouldn't be denied. I poked my tongue in gently, past a slight resistance, then pushed further. My tongue was slowly going into her ass."

"ALL THE WAY, ALL THE WAY.." she demanded. "Up, UP!.. get it up boy. UP, I said, damn you UP..UP!!

I slid my tongue in further.

"YESSS!," she hissed, from somewhere, "..I can feel it going in there…"

I think she fought a temptation to wriggle.

"Boy that feels good. Real good. Don't you take it out now, hear me boy? I want that tongue right UP my. ASS! Yes sireee, right up my ass!"

I pushed my tongue further in.

"That's the way.." her voice was silky now. "Alllll the way in..allll the way in, that's the way.. Get the taste of the inside of my butt. Enjoy it. "

My tongue slid all the way, as far as I could get it. She calmed down the feverish talk. I could tell she was enjoying all aspects of it.

"Jeez.." she whispered, "..that feels good. Real real good. Don't you dare take it out."


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