The Kontlicher Files Ch 02

The Köntlicher Files, Chapter 2: Paul and Susan

Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers

(All characters were at least 18 years old at the time of sexual activity)

The Köntlicher (pronounced: kōn-li-shay) Institute is affiliated with a major Midwestern University, and dedicated to the study of heterosexual relationships disrupted by apparently aberrant behavior by the female partner. Most conclusions are derived from statistical data; however, this data is supplemented by anecdotal submissions from the partners themselves, and can often be illuminating. We have gathered some of these anecdotes, and will publish them here from time to time.

Paul: My first inkling that there might be a problem between Susan and I, came when I left on a business trip in May of last year. Maybe I should tell you a little bit about us first. I'm a businessman, selling shelf liners at wholesale to various retailers throughout the country. I'm college-educated, 35, and pretty normal in most ways, including my sexual interests.

Susan is 27, cute, although I guess she's put on a few pounds in the five years we've been married. Still, I find her sexually attractive and just plain sexy. She has long, curly brown hair, blue eyes, dimples when she smiles, pretty big breasts and butt, she's kind of short, 5' 1" tall, 140 pounds.

Anyway, I returned early - I know that's one of those hackneyed situations that you find in porn stories, but that's the way it happened, and this is my life. When I pulled onto our street - we live in a subdivision of detached homes - I noticed an unfamiliar car parked in front of our house. I didn't think anything of it, because our neighbor has teenaged sons, and their friends are always parking everywhere.

When I walked up to the door, I remembered that I'd left my house key with Susan to have it copied. Instead of ringing the doorbell, I thought that she might be taking a nap, and didn't want to disturb her, so I walked around to the back of the house to see if she was still asleep.

I was shocked to find her in bed with another woman, a red head, young and cute, really, just a teenager. She had tiny tits and a nice rear end, and her pussy was pretty hairy, unlike my wife's, which is shaved. They'd kicked the top sheet off, so I could see that they were both completely naked, and had their legs intertwined, and their hands all over each other. They were locked in a passionate kiss, and Susan had a finger up the redhead's ass hole, while the redhead had half her hand inside my wife's pussy, fucking in and out.

I know I should have done something then, but I was shocked, first of all, and I have to admit, a little turned on. Maybe a lot turned on. Anyway, I kept watching to see what they'd do, I guess I figured that 'knowledge is power' - maybe I'd need to know what they were up to for a divorce or something, I don't know.

They got themselves into a 69 - you know, that position where one person's genitals are in the other person's face, and vice versa. The slim teenaged girl was on top of Susan, and the redhead girl got busy licking my wife's pussy. I have to admit, she has a really pretty pussy, all pink on her lips, and her lips are kind of thin, not all spread out like wings. Her clit is like a bright red button, and it makes it easy even for a schlub like me to know just where to lick her to get her off. I call it her 'love button.'

Plus, she keeps herself really clean, and always smells fresh and clean down there - that's why I was shocked to find out what she found most attractive about that teenaged honey of hers, Trish. Oh, and Susan's pussy gets super wet when she's turned on. Lots of pussy juice that tastes good, makes for one delicious little cunt, in my opinion. Please forgive my NSFW language, I'm just trying to be accurate.

So, the cute teenaged girl was lapping at my wife's pussy, I could see Susan's hot cum all over the girl's rosy cheeks, and she kept licking her lips - Susan's cum really is good, I have to admit. The girl would lift up occasionally and look around, taking a breather, I guess, and at one point I was afraid she might have seen me. When she'd lift herself up like that from Susan's cunt, the teenager's little tits looked so hot - her nipples were as hard as rocks, sticking out from her chest at least a full inch, and fat, too, but her boobs were pretty much nonexistent - she was really flat chested.

It was weird, you think that'd be a turnoff, but looking at her tiny tits made me hard. Besides everything else they were doing, looking at Trish's little girl tits gave me a ferocious boner. And I know that Susan like them, because she kissed and licked them a lot whenever they were starting to fuck - this wasn't the only time I caught them, just the first - and the girl seemed to love having those little tits bit and licked.

Anyway, Susan was licking at Trish's hairy pussy, just like Trish was eating out her shaved box, but she didn't seem quite as hot over the teenaged girl's pussy. See, when Trish had her mouth all over Susan's twat, I could tell it got her off and made her cum, just licking cunt, because her body would shiver and she'd moan, and say stuff like, "God, I love eating your hot cunt, mommy," and like that.

Susan, well, she certainly liked eating that young girl's pussy, but she really came when she pushed Trish forward a little bit, and then she sat up. That put Trish's ass hole right squat on my wife's face. That's when she started to shake and shiver, and I could not believe how enthusiastically she was eating Trish's ass hole.

And that's when it got really weird, in my opinion.

Susan turned her head away from between Trish's fat ass cheeks, and said, "Do it to me now with your dirty ass, I'm about to cum!" and then stuck her nose straight up Trish's tight little ass hole. Susan sat up, real straight, her butt covering Susan's face, and that's when I heard her fucking butt bassoon go off.

Trish farted in Susan's face, a big, long, wet fart, loud as shit, and from the look on Trish's face, damn smelly too. Did Susan throw up, or start yelling?

Hell, no! Her fingers were strumming her clit like Eric Clapton on his guitar, and I thought that she'd buck Trish off, she was shaking and cumming so hard! She was cumming purely because she had a young girl practically shitting on her face.

Fuck, it was the most perverted thing that I ever saw, but my boner was so hard that I had to lean against a tree and jack off. It only took a few seconds to cum. That was the hottest goddamned thing that I ever saw!

It looked as though Susan was digging into the girl's rectum with her tongue, trying to get out all the hot ass flavor that she could, and her body would hitch and quiver with delayed orgasms, from sniffing that girl's fart, and just having her ass on her face and her nose up inside that female ass.

I've never seen anything like it, and to think it was my own wife who was the more perverted of the two women, doing probably the most perverted thing I could ever think of. I left without letting them know I was there, and spent the night at a motel, just jacking off with that vision of my wife smelling another girl's nasty farts, and cumming like never before, because she liked it so much.

In an odd way, it improved my end of our lovemaking, which she never seemed to want to initiate, because when I could persuade her to spread her legs for me, the vision of her getting off with her face up a young girl's hot, smelly ass hole completely wiped out the vision of her cheating on me. I haven't had any trouble cumming at all, I only wish that I could get her to let me in the room while they're fucking. I'd like to hear and smell that, I bet it would be a real treat.

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Susan: I guess I could blame my upbringing for the way I am, now. When I was a teen in high school, I always had kind of a love-hate relationship with my older sister, Teresa. It was right about the time that I discovered masturbation, and how incredibly good that it felt, that my sister decided to abuse me.

One time I was lying on my bed in our shared bedroom. I thought that I was alone in the house, my parents were gone and I didn't think that Teresa would be back for some time. I had my panties pulled down, and my skirt flipped up, and I was playing with my little cunny, sprouting a fat bush of brown, curly hairs, when Teresa burst into the room, saw what I was doing, and jumped on me, reverse cowgirl, chanting, "You're gonna burn in hell," and patting my pussy real hard, and slapping my clit, but not as hard, fortunately.

The patting part actually felt good, I don't know if she thought she was punishing me or what, but I wanted that to go on. Then Teresa sat on my face with her panty-clad bottom, and cut loose a stinky fart right in my mouth and nose, just as I had an orgasm from her slapping my clit.

Well, I was shocked and surprised, and I kind of visualized that scene the next few times I rubbed one out, until it became a part of my masturbation ritual. A couple of weeks later, Teresa overhead me as I acted out, which included me begging an imaginary Teresa to 'fart in my face.'

She confronted me, and instead of threatening to tell our parents, instead she threatened to tell our parents if I didn't masturbate, while she was sitting on my face and farting, this time with her panties off. I found myself picturing a wet pussy, followed by a girl's dirty asshole on my face every time I masturbated, and obviously it became an essential part of my sexual fantasies.

Whenever I had sex with boyfriends, and with Paul before and after we were married, I was imagining that I was licking a girl's pussy, and especially her ass hole, while I was being fucked by the boy or man. It wasn't completely satisfactory, but it helped me live a life that was at least an approximation of normal.

One boyfriend I had before I married Paul, used to fart quite a bit, and I'd feed his farting by making sure he had lots of beans, eggs, beer - gosh, I became a real expert on creating horrible gas in somebody. It never actually occurred to me that I could have been doing those same things, creating a sex partner who would fart throughout our lovemaking, with another girl.

If I had, I never would have married Paul.

All that time, though, I was playing with my pussy, filling my tight cunt with as many fingers as I could, and sniffing the brown streaks in my panties, hoping I could recreate the conditions that made me cum so much as a girl. And that was really the only way I could cum.

Then, one day I tried out a restaurant that I'd never been in before. When I walked in the door, the place was dingy, and outdated, and I figured the food was probably the same. The service was listless and poor, although the waitress was a cute teenager, with a name tag that said, "Trash."

"Excuse me, is that your name, 'Trash?' It's, um, unusual." I said, more out of boredom than anything else.

"No," she said, "it's 'Trish', the manager messed up with the label maker and was too cheap to fix it." She looked awfully bored, too - no wonder, the place was deservedly empty. I guess she had little to do.

About halfway through my meal, the pressure in my bladder got to be too much, and I had to visit the ladies room. The place only had a single restroom, with a toilet and hand sink, and a picture of some golfing place on the wall for ambiance. I tried to lock the door, but the latch was iffy. I counted on the restaurant's lack of customers to cover me there, and pulled down my skirt, since it was too tight to do anything else. My panties followed, as I let loose a hot stream of golden piss hissing into the bowl.

Halfway through, the door burst open and in flies 'Trish,' or 'Trash' as I was still thinking of her.

"Oh fuck, I've got killer cramps!" she announced, her panties already halfway to the floor, her skirt up around her hips. I started to rise, vainly trying to stop the flow of urine and move off the seat at the same time. I did not want to be witness to a teenaged girl, no doubt with a beer hangover, shitting all over herself and the floor, and god forbid, me.

She swung her now naked ass past me - her smooth, round ass, with two perfectly rounded and full ass cheeks, and not a hint of a pimple, and her anus, positively glowing pink, nicely oval with puckered anal sphincter, just as it opened, revealing her sweetly red rectum, glowing and glistening.

I was horrified that I was about to receive a jet of liquid shit, but instead a cloud of clear, invisible, but hot and foul, ass gas shot from her tiny hole right into my face.

I was transfixed, breathing in that long, never ending fart, as much of it as my lungs could handle.

Then transformed, reaching between my legs to where my piss flow had started again, not caring, hot, amber fluid running through my fingers as a slapped the shit out of my pink clit, cumming and cumming like I hadn't since I was a girl.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming, cumming GOD SO GOOD!" I screamed, the debasement and the pleasure total and overwhelming. I didn't give a shit what this waitress with the cramps told anybody, it was totally worth it to surf an orgasm like that one.

To my surprise, she bent over, but instead of a pile of poop on the floor, she had a big smile!

"Oh fuck, I just had gas," she said. "Thank god." Her smile didn't go away though. "And look at you, baby," she said, as she watched me finish frigging my clit, golden piss dripping from my fingers and pussy.

"Let me have some of that," she said, pushing me back down on the toilet seat, and flipping my legs up in the air. "Mmmm, sweet," she said, as she dove for my cunt, her mouth fastening on my labia, her tongue swirling piss and cum cream both from my hole, her hand in the toilet, feeling my as cheeks and locating my own dark, rear hole.

Sliding a slim finger inside my ass, she nearly bit down on my clit, sending me on a screaming orgasm of lust and pleasure, my pee-soaked thighs and hips shuddering in sapphic ecstasy, my mind flown back to the earthquake-like climaxes I'd had as a girl with my sister's bottom on my face and my fingers in my juicy quim.

When she lapped up my crotch, her face covered in my hot, female liquids, then brought her lips to mine, I was lost, and knew that I had to cum again and again at her hands, no matter what effect it had on my marriage. We kissed passionately for so long that the cook came back and banged on the door.

"I don't know what the fuck you're doing in there, but get your ass out here now...and don't forget to wash your hands!" I giggled at that.

We both went back to our roles, but I knew that I had to see more of her, and for a much longer time. I left her my name and number, but she didn't call, so I came back to the restaurant.

"Hi," she said, when I sat down at a table. "You come for more of my uncle's great food?" She rolled her eyes as she said it, so I guess that she'd tried some of his food.

"I was hoping to see you," I said, feeling so strange to be pursuing another girl. "I was hoping you'd call, or text me."

"I thought about it," she said. "I may like to have a good time - and I really did have a good time - but I'm not a slut. I can't be your little bathroom girl," she whispered - not that there was anyone else there to hear her anyway.

"I didn't think it was like that," I said, looking wounded. "But could we get a room somewhere and just talk, and see how we feel?"

"Well, okay," she said, a little reluctantly, but I could see that I'd shown her the respect that she thought I hadn't before.

I smiled, knowing that she and I could be an item together, that the ecstasy I had delighted in the other day might be repeated, at our leisure. This time I called her, and was overjoyed when she agreed to meet me at a local motor court in two days.

I got there at ten AM, with Paul at work, I had all day if things went well. Shortly after ten, Trish showed up and knocked timidly at the door.

"I've never visited someone at a motel before," she said.

"Did your uncle let you off work? Did you have to explain anything?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't work today," she said. "I cut classes."

"You're in college?" I asked. Trish giggled.

"No, I'm in high school." What had I gotten myself into? I decided to just not ask any questions that I didn't want to know the answers to.

"I really enjoyed our time together...you know," I said, shyly, trying to get a conversation started.

"Yeah, I did too," Trish said, smiling. I took a good long look at her while we began a fairly difficult conversation. As it turned out, we both wanted the same thing, but neither of us had ever been the one to arrange things,

She turned out to be a sweet, young girl, and I found myself attracted to her. I was afraid that she might be a little coarser than I could relate to, but she was really nice. The only thing that stood between us was our mutual shyness. I suggested that we lie on the bed, and just talk. That led to idle caresses of each other's arms, and lower legs, which in turn led to a decision to exchange massages.

I sat behind her, and rubbed her back, then persuaded her to take off her blouse, and massaged and caressed her back for a while. Then I leaned in and whispered in her ear from behind, "I'm going to take your bra off now." She looked back at me then, and the expression on her face was so sweet and so beautiful, that I just leaned in further and kissed her, and she kissed me back. The feeling inside me was so nice.

Our kiss was long and warm, and my arms went around her. It was so different, kissing a girl like that, like I had only kissed a boy before, but it was so much better, because her smells were nicer - perfumey, girly, and the way she felt to me was tender, and more like I'd like love to be, not rough. The sounds she made were like the ones that I would make, soft, vulnerable sounds, just wanting some love, though some sex would be nice too. The way she didn't try to rush anything, and the way she kissed back, not pushing anything or trying to cop a feel or anything, just a warm, sweet kiss full of sweet love - I think it was the nicest kiss I ever had, and I think that's where I knew that I could, and would, love her.

Well, we laid down then, next to each other, and I got her bra off, finally, and she was just so perfect. She doesn't have big boobs, she barely has anything there, but it's all her, it's her breasts, and her nipples about drive me crazy, and I wouldn't change anything about her if I could.

"Can I suck on your nipples?" I asked her, and she said, sure. I put my lips on her big nipples, gently sucking, and smelling her all around me, with her arms around my head holding me close, and we both came. Yeah, we both had orgasms, just little tiny ones compared to the ones when we actually fuck, but nice little orgasms nonetheless. We just wriggled into each other enjoying each other.

Then we kissed a lot more, and she let me be on top, and she whispered, "Fuck me, Susan. Fuck me the way you want to, I want to get fucked by you."

I don't think she knew exactly what fucking was, and probably neither did I, we just knew by what little we'd done with other people, like me with Paul, anything about fucking, and as it turned out, we learned about real fucking with each other, Trish and I.

I sat up and took off my top and bra, and I could feel Trish's eyes on me, and pretty soon her mouth, but not before I slipped my shorts down my legs, followed by my panties, so I was naked when she started making love to me.

She got on top of me as we kissed, me so naked, her half naked, but our bodies warm and tender on each other. I reached down while we kissed and pushed her shorts down, too, off her hips and then with my feet to her ankles, where she kicked them off. That was the first time I ever felt another woman's pussy touch mine, and I came instantly, and so did Trish, our wet, hot little girl holes just making each other hotter, our nipples poking each other, our lips warm and wet on each other's.