No, it certainly wasn’t going anywhere, thought Tiffany, not after Buford’s sleight of hand had made at least a good three feet of that stiff rubber hose disappear somehow into her backside. Tiffany knew from experience that, no matter how much she squirmed, it would remain cozily ensconced there, snug in its burrow. She would have to provide shelter for the stern intruder lurking in her backside until Buford decided to coax it out of hiding, but until then it wasn’t going anywhere any more than she was going anywhere in that condition. The hard rubber sealed her back door tightly shut while at the same time holding it achingly wide open, open enough for Buford to feed her her largely liquid diet by means of the dark tunnel that ran the length of the hose; but for the time being the feeding, and Tiffany, would just have to wait: Buford had found better things to do.
“As you may recall,” said Buford, “I took an old champagne cork then and plugged the stem into the hose and gave the cap a few good whacks with a mallet to seat the cork firmly in place. You didn’t need anything crawling up your ass in the meantime.”
Tiffany blushed as she recalled how, despite her best efforts to suppress the unladylike sounds, Buford had made her grunt and snort each time he had whacked the cork. He had stopped only when the thick mushroom cap was nestled snugly between her rear cheeks. He had paused then to admire his handiwork, for the mushroom cap and Tiffany’s rear cheeks had dovetailed so nicely that they hid the ungainly hose from view.
“You looked so beautiful wearing nothing but a tight-fitting cork,” said Buford, with a faraway look in his eyes. His obvious sincerity testified to the truth of his statement.
Flattered, Tiffany smiled. She decided to buy a bottle of champagne when she turned 21. “Now I know how to celebrate my birthday!” she thought out loud.
Buford laughed. “Going to get corked, are you? Sounds like fun.”
“Does that mean ‘hammered’?” asked Tiffany.
“It certainly does,” said Buford. “But, to get back to the story: I flipped you over onto your back then, and pressed on your pussy again with my boot. You spread your legs wide in response, and I could see that your pussy lips were still splayed apart, like your legs. I pulled my stool up and sat down.” Buford licked his lips in anticipation of what came next, savoring the memory. “I placed a boot on each lip and pressed down and slowly started working them around, in circles, up and down, from side to side, in different directions.”
He looked at Tiffany. “I was bewitched by those lovely lips. It was enchanting to see them kiss my dirty old boots, and watching them greedily lick and lap the dirt and filth away was wickedly fascinating. They really worked their charms on me.”
Buford paused for a moment. “Fortunately, I managed to break their spell. They had suggested that they would be a lot of fun to use; so I made sure to give them their money’s worth, and used them thoroughly.” An impish grin spread across Buford’s face. “Okay, I admit I may have abused them just a little, just to show them I was still in charge in spite of their charms. Of course, they liked the rough treatment, and wet themselves in anticipation of more.