This choice: My ass holds many possibilities... • Go Back...Chapter #6Tracer + Widowmaker's asshole by: Spartantag   Widowmaker loomed over Tracer's pathetic, defeated body as she spoke. "What's the matter? Aren't we having fun anymore?" Her thick french accent was laced with contempt and maybe just a little bit of anxious joy.
"Go... to... hell." Tracer barely managed to cough out the words. Her face was rubbed raw by Widow's rubbery asshole, and the stench still haunted her lungs and airways. This only elicited a mocking laugh from Widowmaker as she turned around, pulling apart the cheeks of her massive blue rear. The flesh stretched out to reveal her greasy purple pucker, pulsating and agitated from its first encounter with Tracer's face.
"Hmmm...." Widow paused as the buried her hands into the flesh of her supple posterior, fingers disappearing into the mass of muscle and fat. "After you!" She laughed like a mad woman as she began her squat, descending her open ass crack towards Tracer's location on the stool. Her tiny captive began frantically scooting backwards, desperate to avoid the massive anus. At her size, it was an entirely futile effort.
Tracer's scream was muffled and absorbed into the greasy ring of Widowmaker's pulsating rosebud as it hugged her face. Widow gasped in pleasure as she felt the vibration tingle her hole, made even better by Tracer's squirming legs kicking against her lower lips. She flexed and loosened her asshole, feeling the flesh massage and slobber over the sides of Tracer's face, taking her countenance into its folds ever so slightly each time before expelling it out to slam the tiny woman's head against the stool. The sensation of Widow's anus sucking on her cheeks, lips, and nose almost made Tracer vomit directly into her dominatrix' hungry pucker.
Widow bit her lip as she ground her asshole over Tracer's head, pushing down harder and harder each time to feel the girl's face slip further and further into her blossom before being squished out by the tightening ring. She made sure to make an acute mental note of what was going on- to really take it all in and appreciate every aspect of the moment. Her rivals face was like a chew toy for her butthole. Tracer's face was being repeated gulped up to the ears and pushed back out. Widow smiled from ear to ear and licked her lips. She had a knew idea. This time, as she used her stomach muscles to pull Tracer's face in, she lifted her cheeks from the stool ever so slightly. Just as she hoped, she felt Tracer's squirming body rise up with it what must have been relative to several feet at her reduced size. Tracer was forced into doing a sit-up type motion, her entire upper body picked up off of the stool, all from the vice, almost vacuum-like grip Widow's anus had on her face. Tracer's head suddenly free fell back into the stool as Widow relaxed her hole without warning, sending stars to her head. She might not have even been able to see that Widow's booty had dropped with her if not for the feeling of the massive hole enveloping her face once again.
An audible laugh escaped Widow when she heard the soft "thump" of Tracer falling against the stool. "See how my ass owns you?" Widow spoke through her sexy accent as she tightened her anus to form the vacuum seal in her bowels once again. "Your entire body, controlled by my grip on your face." She bit her lip as she sat up again, feeling Tracer being dragged up by her face once again. This time, she felt Tracer's tiny arms pressing into the space around her asshole, desperately trying to force her face free from the suction of Widow's rear.
"Pathetic!" Widow laughed. "My asshole is stronger than your entire body!" Widow barely even had to try to keep Tracer from being able to free herself. She was planning on suddenly releasing her grip and letting Tracer accidentally throw her head into the stool again when she was suddenly graced by a better idea. Slowly, she slid her arm down her side, her fingers tracing the flesh of her hip and swirling around to her backside. She traced the opening of her crack down and down through the crevice between the mountainous halves of ass, letting her pointer finger come to rest on the back of Tracer's tiny head. It was going to be so easy to force it into her hole. Only when her finger was in place did she finally relax her anus.
Tracer felt the suction grip of the hole ease, and braced herself for the impact on the stool behind her. Only this time it didn't come. The relaxed anus was gaping a little bit around her face- the increase in light through lack of being vacuum sealed allowed her to see the first several feet of the rubbery, slimy purple ring- a tunnel emanating heat that disappeared into dark mystery. She was gazing directly into Widowmaker's bowels, and knew the purpose of the finger resting on the back of her head was there to force her into the tunnel. She flexed her arms tighter, fighting the pressure know being exerted on her head. She pressed with all her might, but deep down knew it was futile. Already she could see the relaxed opening gaining ground on her head. The rim was too gaped to physically touch her head, but it was creeping down slowly around her, casting an ominous shadow and putting off near unbearable heat.
"Come on, are you even trying?" Widow teased as she quickly flexed and released her hole, allowing it to give Tracer's head a wet, slippery hug before gaping once more. The tightened flesh made a sort of squelching sound as it came off of Tracer's face, and left a globby trail of anal juice from her left cheek to the ring. On instinct, Tracer's left hand shot to her face to remove the disgusting goop, and she felt the consequences of her mistake immediately. Without the force of both hands, Tracer's head was immediately launched into the gaping maw of Widowmaker's backside, so deep and quickly that Widowmaker felt her anus tighten around the tip of her own finger. She half laughed, half moaned as she felt Tracer's head desperately thrashing around inside her ring, her dangling body kicking and flailing. Widowmaker carefully removed her own finger, keeping her anus flexed as to make sure to catch Tracer around the neck before her prize could slip out as well.
"Mmmm... my adorable little lollipop." Widow flexed her anus around Tracer's skinny neck, lessening the depth of her squat just enough to force Tracer's feet off the surface of the stool, her body hanging like a rag doll beneath Widow's anus. "Your head... It makes a tasty treat for my ass." Her french accent and phrasing came out even stronger as her labido picked up. She gripped her own ass cheeks and shook her booty from side to side, feeling Tracer's helpless body slap against either cheek in helpless momentum. Widow smiled to her self once more, savoring the feeling of Tracer's head in her backside. "Vhat should we do next, My Treat?" She wondered aloud.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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