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Laura didn’t work; I don’t think it was in her nature. While I frittered away my life as a drone at a mid-size financial planning and investment firm she whiled away her days smoking pot, hanging out with her deadbeat mates or just sitting at home having cyber sex with whoever happened to be online. To tease me she’d sometimes send me webcam shots of whatever raunch she was engaged in at the time, usually bent over, her big ass high in the air with some black rubber dong halfway into her hungry pussy. Sometimes she’d just send me a picture of her latest bowel movement, some enormous turd floating in the bowl, “shots from the log book” would be the title. It wasn’t because I had a thing for shit or anything; she was just like that. She loved to make me squirm, loved to shock me.



The early stages of our relationship, consisted of an almost continuous sex act that really only stopped to resupply (food, pot, or beer). The first time she asked me to lick her asshole she waited until my tongue was firmly planted in her hole and then squeezed out a long deliberate and pretty pungent fart, she laughed as she did it, not an embarrassed titter, but a sadistic cruel chuckle that I would come to know well. Another time, after riding me to orgasm she collapsed on my chest, her large breasts crushed against me and her head resting beneath my chin, I was basking in the post-coital bliss, my cock still thrust firmly into her quim slowly growing flaccid, when I felt warmth spread over my thighs and liquid running over my balls, she was pissing over me, over our bed, and she laughed that laugh, that dirty laugh.



So yes that’s Laura, 25 years old, long sandy brown hair, she stands around 5 and bit feet tall, a little tubby I guess but not fat, with fantastic firm round breasts and a glorious ass that oozes (often literally) sex. She likes Hip Hop and black guys, booze and drugs, big cock and dirty sex. Me I’m early 30′s tall and slim, broad shouldered I guess but not particularly muscular, average endowment I guess, Laura says she loves it but none of our extensive dildo collection is less than 2 inches longer than me and much fatter. I can’t stand hip hop, I’m intimidated by black guys, but I guess we agree on pretty much everything else on the list, yes even big cock.



The toilet had broken Tuesday, I don’t know what was wrong with it, the tank just wouldn’t fill with water and so in order to flush the toilet you had to fill it with a bucket from the bath, I organised a plumber myself after Laura “forgot” to get around to it for three days in row. For three days I would come home and lift the bowl to find Laura had left another of her “gifts” to dispose of, for her it seemed a tireless source of amusement. I’d found a local plumber online and asked if he would mind coming over Friday to take a look. His name was Tony, and over the phone he sounded like a fairly typical Aussie tradesman, coarse alpha male type bloke.



When I arrived home Friday evening Laura was asleep on the couch in front of the TV, wearing only a long pyjama top (which she probably hadn’t changed out of all day, she had no underwear on, and with her knees tucked into her chest her pink pussy protruded lewdly from the twin ivory orbs of her fleshy succulent ass. Since Laura masturbated pretty much constantly while at home (and did little else) I didn’t find it unusual that her pussy was pink and swollen and the fur matted with drying fluid.



I changed out of my suit into my lounging about clothes and went to the bathroom to take a piss, as I stood over the bowl (thankfully empty today) waiting for the flow to begin, Laura came in stumbling sleepily, she wrapped her arms around my waist and lent her head against my back and sighed contentedly. Of course this made it harder to pee, and so we stood there for a while as I tried to focus, picturing waterfalls and sprinklers etc. Finally after I finished I pushed the flush, and nothing happened….



“Did Tony come?” I asked, annoyed.



“Yeah but he needs some bit he didn’t have, he’s coming back tomorrow morning”.



“It’s Saturday tomorrow, does he realise that?”



“Is it? Yeah I guess he did”.



I shook my head, wondering at the incompetence of tradesmen, and we left the bathroom. That night we ordered Pizza, drank a couple of beers and smoked some pot.



We started watching a movie, some never ending Terrence Malick epic, but Laura grew bored, she lay her head on my lap, and fondled my balls while languidly mouthing my cock, in no particular hurry just a long luxurious blowjob you’d only dream about, it must have lasted most of an hour and ended with me spurting a prodigious amount of cum into her warm mouth. We dozed for a while on the couch, her holding my shrivelled but well loved member as she did most nights and snoring softly, in the early hours of the morning we made it the rest of the way to bed.



I awoke to the sound of voices in the house and mid morning sun streaming through the window. Laura was already up and about which was unheard of, she normally didn’t surface until midday and only then under duress. I heard a man’s voice, and Laura’s dirty laugh. I got up, pulled on some shorts and a tee-shirt and went to investigate.



I entered the bathroom to see Laura perched on the bathroom sink, still in that night shirt, her legs together but still clearly naked underneath, her nipples clearly visible through the thin light blue material.



“Morning honey”, Laura looked up and smiled at me, “the man is here to fix our toilet”, the way she emphasised “man” was troubling and the smile had a distinctly mischievous bent to it that put me on edge.



So this was Tony, bent over the toilet with his arm down in the tank a wrench or shifting spanner or some such chrome tool in the other hand. He turned, to me, wiping his wet hand on his shorts before thrusting it out to shake. “Morning champ”, he said with a sardonic smirk on his tanned and stubbly face. Of course he was one of those assholes who love to show how much of a man he is by crushing your hand, that it was still damp added to the unpleasantness of the whole experience. He was wearing a black polo shirt with his company logo on it, the obligatory football shorts, and steel cap boots. He was shorter than me, but not by much and he made up for it in bulk, he was stocky, solid but with very little fat, his black hair was curly, probably Italian back a generation or so.



“Make us coffee please baby?” asked Laura in that cutise childlike voice she used to arouse or piss me off.



I was annoyed, Tony had already exerted his alpha-maleness on me, and now Laura was making me get him coffee. “Black” said Tony, “no sugar” before I’d even agreed. I stalked out, a dark, impotent little storm cloud. I heard Laura giggle behind me.



I put the kettle on and dug around in the back of the pantry for the nastiest old instant coffee I could find, fucked if “Tony” was getting the good stuff, and fuck Laura too. I took my time, making myself a cup of tea and finishing some toast before bothering to return to the bathroom with the now lukewarm mugs.



When I entered the bathroom, Laura was on her knees beside the toilet rifling around in the tool box; Tony was standing over the tank again, one knee on the closed toilet lid the other down the side for balance. It was then I noticed what seemed impossible, protruding slightly from the bottom of his footy shorts was the circumcised head of his cock… his shorts were short, but still…



“I’m helping Tony find his tool”.



I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous innuendo. Humiliated I snapped something back about how if she was so good at it maybe she could get a job.



It was a clumsy retort that reeked of pique and frustration and I knew it had instantly made things worse,



“Oh baby, don’t be like that, don’t be jealous. You’re still my little man.”



Laura stood up and walked over to my side, her hands brushed against my crotch as she reached for the cooling mug of shitty coffee, and looked back at Tony, who watched us, that same superior know it all smirk. I was out of my depth here, this guy was twice the man I was, we all knew it.



I reluctantly offered out the mug, while he sat on the closed lid of the toilet, legs straddling either side, making no effort to hide the ludicrous bulge in his shorts. The mouth of the pant leg hung loosely around his muscled legs displaying glimpses of his enormous junk.



“You’ve got smooth hands” he said, as I passed him the mug, “they’d love you in prison”.



Laura tittered and moved back towards Tony, she stood over the collection of tools and parts beside the toilet again, “Tony says the problem is that we needed a new ballcock”. She bent over, causing the shirt to ride up revealing the bottom of her ass cheeks.



“I’m sure he does” I said, rolling my eyes, “Is that even a real thing?”



“Sure is, I don’t think the old one was up to the job” said Tony. At this he placed his hand on Laura’s night shirt lifting it to reveal her pale round ass. He drained the mug in one draft and placed it on the tiles. Then he stood up, his free hand cupping the bulge in his shorts, and lifting, the long thick slug behind the fabric shifted up, the head nearly reaching all the way across his thigh. “Luckily I have one that should do the trick”.



“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I asked, through gritted teeth, white with rage.



“Your Missus needs a real man, and from what she tells me, so do you, Don’t be shy big fella, Laura tells me you love the cock. She reckons you can’t get enough of those big rubber dongs you’ve got under the bed”.



Laura feigned shock, slapping his hand. “I told you that was a secret” she said to Tony.



Despite my humiliation I felt my own cock stirring in my underpants, it was true I had a thing for anal fucking, receiving more than giving, and I love to fuck ass as much as the next perve. Laura teased me about it, called me a faggot, but it was our secret she was happy to play that way, as long as she was getting her fair share too. Her favourite pastime was fucking herself with her favourite 9 inch dong while I fucked her in the ass.



And now our very private sex life was the a source of amusement for this arrogant prickly, drinking my coffee, fondling my girlfriend, and probably charging me for the time. How could I compete with Tony and his rough manly hands, and his huge trunk like legs and arms, and that cock, that magnificent cock, He’d pulled aside his shorts now and exposed it flapping it idly as it slowly swelled. The fat purple head of his dick was smacking softly against the flesh of his hairy thigh. The skin of the shaft far darker than the skin of his legs anchored in a the coarse black bush of his pubic hair. A single tear of pre-cum oozed from the slit.



“Isn’t it beautiful honey?” asked Laura, “Don’t you just want to eat it all up?”



Despite myself I was transfixed, unable to tear my eyes away as he hypnotically beat it against his leg.



Tony pulled the night shirt over Laura’s head exposing her large fleshy orbs. He cupped one tit and began licking and sucking at the nipple roughly. Laura groaned and her eyes rolled up to the ceiling as her hands embraced Tony’s head. Tony slapped his meat against his thigh again, and before I’d thought about what I was doing I’d stepped close to him and dropped to my knees.



Inches from my face his cock and balls were the whole world, unlike my dick the head of Tony’s was the same thickness as the shaft but that was thick, really thick, it was shaped like loaf, he was hairy and smelt of sweat, and sex, the strong smells of semen and pussy. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his heavy cock, my fingers not actually reaching the whole way around the shaft. He’d let go by then, taking a fistful of my hair and pushing my head into his crotch.



My mouth struggled to envelope the enormous head of his member, luckily I still gripped half of it in my hand otherwise I would have choked almost immediately. Pulling my head back and forward he fucked my face, incredibly I realised that his cock was only partially erect and has he thrust in and out of my mouth it swelled and stiffened even more, filling my mouth as I struggled to breath through my nose. I had to keep my mouth open so wide to avoid scraping the shaft with my teeth that within minutes my jaw ached.



“You’re a good match you two, a right little pair of sluts.” Tony muttered between mouthfuls of tit. “I want it” moaned Laura and I felt her move in beside me, Tony’s legs widening to accommodate the pair or us, he slid his ass forward, trying to get to his balls.



“Get out of the way faggot”, urged Laura, and after several more hard thrusts deep into my mouth Tony pushed me away so roughly I fell back on my ass. Laura greedily moved in swooping onto Tony’s massive thick veined rod, and wasting no time began gobbling it like the cock sucking pro she was.



I looked up, short of breath and gasping, Laura was on her knees her face buried in Tony’s crotch her ass high in the air, her pussy and asshole exposed and inviting.



I moved in behind on all fours, horny now, beyond all reason. Between Laura’s thighs was a glistening matted mess, flushed pink, engorged with blood and on inspection I could now see the dried knotted hair was stiff with dried cum. The hair around her puckered crinkly asshole thick with a mix of fluids.



I feasted on her, bathing her cunt and asshole, softening the dried cum and whatever else was smeared over her dripping snatch and slimy brown hole.



Laura’s juices ran down my chin, and down her legs, as I worked my way over her bum hole I felt her tense and knew she was pushing out… A wet fart escaped her anus and grey semen, Tony’s cum from yesterday apparently, oozed out of her asshole onto my lips and tongue. I was beyond caring and wild with lust. I sucked on her anus, clearly still recovering from what must have been an almighty buggering the day before it opened easily and I plundered her asshole like a lunatic.



“Mmmph mmmph” she began to squirm writhing, but unable to speak with Tony’s enormous rod jammed down her throat, she rocked back and gasped as the rigid pole slid from her mouth. Tony slapped it across her face as she composed herself and then said, “I really need to shit”.



Tony, with that smirk that seemed permanently plastered on his arrogant face stood up slowly teasingly slowly. Laura had closed her legs and wriggled uncomfortably. As soon as the toilet seat was free she flipped the lid back and sat down. A series of sloppy farts preceded a loud plop and Laura released an audible sigh or relief.



“Thanks honey” she said gazing up at Tony who stood over her watching amused. At some point whiled I’d been gorging on Laura’s nether regions I’d shed my pants and was jacking my painfully swollen cock, kneeling there on all fours, ignored, my face smeared in cunt juice and muck. Pre cum flowed freely from my cock, I was a pathetic sight, and I had never been this aroused.



“Look at the little bitch” said Laura cruelly, seemingly remembering I was there again. “Come here faggot, Mama has a little present for you”. I padded forward a few feet so my face was close to her pussy again, I could smell the nasty stink rising out of the bowl from between her legs, overpowering the copious fluid that covered her thighs and pussy. She slid forward thrusting her pussy out and pulled my head into her snatch; I attacked her pussy again as she ground herself against me roughly.



I felt something wet and warm splash into the cleft of my ass cheeks and then a rough finger smear up and down my crack. Without warning Tony pushed his fat sausage finger into my asshole, he spat again directly onto my ass and I realised Tony was kneeling behind me now. He wiggled it around and fucked it a little before forcing another finger inside.



Laura stood up and turned around before sitting down again, straddling the toilet seat her ass was directly in my face.



I heard Laura laugh that cruel chuckle and felt his thick rod slap against my ass cheek. I was nervous now, I’d been fucked before by Laura and her toys, but that had been with a lot of lube and preparation and patience… Tony didn’t have lube, he certainly didn’t seem to have patience and it looked like a rough fingering and a slap of his meaty loaf against my cheeks was as close to preparation as I could expect,



He pushed me forwards my face wedged into Laura’s cheeks,



“Lick me clean you shit eating fag”, Laura cupped her cheeks, spreading them wide. The newly laid greasy smears around her cheeks now adding to the smell rising from the bowl.



My mind was soon distracted from the thankless and gut churning task of cleaning Laura’s ass, as Terry began forcing the massive tool into my willing but under prepared ass. Thankfully my anus was no stranger to oversized albeit simulated dick and as he slowly pushed in I opened willingly needing to be fucked. I moaned as I was pushed further into Laura’s sweaty greasy crack.



Tony’s pace was quickening, he was close, and he grunted and slammed forward hard, so deep I felt him stab up into my colon. I felt his cock pulse through my abused sphincter, and knew he was dumping thick loads of cum deep into my bowel. He kept it in me for a minute or so, buried to the hilt, I felt so incredibly full, I remained there wedged mewling and whimpering between Laura cheeks and Tony, my cock rock hard weeping pre-cum. When he slid out, my knees gave out and I collapsed on my side.



But Laura wasn’t done yet and as Tony stood up, his softening but still impressive member wet with slime clutched in his hand she slid forward on the edge of the toilet seat, I rolled onto my back, face up, I saw Laura reaching for Tony’s dick, licking her lips and preparing to suck some life back into his might tool, with one hand she reached between her labia parting them with two fingers, she released a stream of piss over me, frigging her wanton clit as she emptied her bladder over me and the bathroom tiles.



Laura kept sucking on Tony’s cock for ages while I lay beneath them jacking my cock in a puddle of Laura’s piss, once she was in the zone she could spend hours on a blowjob. Eventually though she had enough, “Fuck me” she demanded of Tony.



They changed position, Laura turned around, and lowered herself onto my dick, her cunt was cavernous and more wet than I had ever known it, her eyes met mine, her face was messy covered in streaks of saliva and fluids from the head job she’d just given then. She gave me a little wink, and spat a thick gob of whatever accumulated smegma she’d gathered off Tony’s dick onto my face. We kissed and licked at each others faces like maniacs. Tony moved in behind Laura and I felt him playing with her bottom, the strange sensation on my dick of fingers moving about in her anus through the thin membrane between her pussy and ass. She was groaning as he finger fucked her working 2 and then three fingers into her hungry anus.



Then he was up and pushing into her with his dick, Laura sighed and whimpered and I felt the crush of his cock sliding pushing up against mine through the walls of her colon, threatening to squeeze me out. I thrust up, knowing if I came out now it would be nigh impossible to re-enter her once Tony got going. He slammed down in answer and Laura bit back a scream, spurred on by a chance to get some of my own back on Laura I began answering Tony’s thrusts with my own and we worked up a steady rhythm of fucking that soon had Laura sobbing in ecstasy, she came repeatedly, actually squirting cum over me adding to the puddle of filth I was lying in. I couldn’t last though and within a few minutes I felt my balls tense as they emptied into her gaping quim.



Tony kept slamming into Laura, far from done; she was biting my bottom lip, I could taste blood in my mouth, tears rolling down her face, sobbing in ecstasy. Finally after long minutes of brutal fucking he grunted and slammed into her for a final time. Tony remained pushed up against her buttocks’ breathing deeply, recovering. Laura nestled on my chest now; eyes closed, shuddering as waves of orgasm receded. She was full of cock and covered in the products of our fucking.

“Huh? . . . No, it’s great, Kate” I lied. Actually, the dry crap in my mouth that passed for turkey tasted more like Poodle shit that had been dried in the sun for a few days. After weeks of excuses and runarounds, I had finally been roped into going to Jim’s house for the obligatory, annual Christmas get-together. Unlike everyone else, I wasn’t a permanent employee. I was doing some consulting for the office and consequently spent much time there. I had heard too many horror stories about horribly boring conversations, devil-children, and the infamous ‘Shitty’ turkey to be looking forward to this gathering, and as expected, I would have had a much better time at home.



After two grueling hours, I had filled up on eggnog and was looking for a way out. Not wanting to be the first to leave, I devised a plan: Leave ten minutes after the second person or group leaves. Sounded good enough. After the meal, I lolled around for a bit, sipping my Nog and feeling quite relaxed. I took pleasure in jumping from one conversational circle to another. I have a special way of bullshitting my way through pseudo-conversations and getting quite a thrill out of making fun of everyone else. That’s my specialty.



Creative visualization is also my specialty. For the previous four months, the only pussy I’d gotten was Rosey Palmer and her five sisters, and that was often, very often. Sometimes I’d whack off five times per day just to keep the hard-on down. If I went a few days without snapping my carrots, my pork sword would be in a permanent state of stiffness and my balls would swell to the size of ripe California Plums and hurt like hell. Soon, I became a master at mental masturbation. When I was relaxed enough, I could blow a hefty load without even touching myself! This kept my dick from being raw all of the fucking time and stopped the hair from growing on my palms.



As the eggnog began to affect everyone, the conversation turned from work-blah-blah-blah, to shit that I actually LIKED to talk about: Computers, Music, Travel and other junk. I sat on the sofa and mentally fucked my female co-workers and my male co-workers’ wives. I even porked Jim’s wife from behind. I sighed heavily as I dreamed of dumping a wad of goo in her 45 year old snatch.



Needless to say, by the time my co-worker Virginia and her dorkmeiser husband left, I was a huge ball of horniness. All of my fantasies had been rudely invaded by reality. Now, all I had to do is wait for the next person to leave and in ten more minutes, I could jump in my car and pull my dork all the way home. ( I was a master at that as well. I can pull it in city traffic, or going Mach 1 on the highway. Sometimes my cum makes the steering wheel kinda slippery, but it’s well worth it.)



I watched Virginia walk out the door. Her attributes, or lack of, intrigued me. You see, Virginia is skinny. Very skinny. In fact, sometimes I’d watch her at the office and would compare her to a walking bag of bones. Her breasts were non-existent, and her body was, for lack of a better description, a straight line. No hips, no discernible waistline, and I’m still puzzled by the lack of breasts. When I fantasized about fucking her, I put her knees to her chest and pounded her hard until her back snapped like a twig.



1 Down, 1 Plus 10 minutes to go. I was putting odds on who would leave next. Obviously, it would be Beth. She was hanging all over her ‘roommate’ Keith. For as long as I could remember, she’s been telling everyone that her and Keith share a plutonic relationship and are just friends. I knew she was bullshitting from day one. As far as I know, neither of them have had a date since he moved in, so obviously, he’s getting his heat from somewhere. Beth isn’t that bad looking. If you looked at her from a distance, you could say that she’s beautiful. But once you approach, the lines in her face betray her age, which I guess to be around 35. Still, she has an OK set of hips and handfuls of flesh on her chest that pass as boobs. For some reason, when I thought of fucking her, she was always leaning over, typing something. The squishing sounds of my dong being drowned out by her clanging 90wpm on the computer. Pretty strange, huh?



Gone, I watched her hang on to Keith as they both left. I looked at my watch, rotated the bezel, and waited for the ten minutes to pass.



“What’s the matter . . . time to go?” asked Linda. With me mentally fucking every female in sight, I didn’t even take notice of her sitting in the chair directly in front of me.



“Yeah” I muttered “if I can only remember how to get out of here”. I was expressing a genuine concern. Jim’s neighborhood was, of course, a model of modern suburbia: Every house is identical, the streets are all generically named after trees, Maple, Oak, Pine, etc.



“The trick is to remember the Christmas decorations as you come in.” she replied. For most of the night, or most of the previous months, I had completely ignored Linda. We were complete opposites and when we conflicted in the office, all hell broke loose. She was my major obstacle when it came to ordering a computer system that I thought the office needed and I resented her for it. It would have been genuinely good for the office and the consulting fees to me would have kept me in pizza and porno videos for a good long time. We were both stubborn and pigheaded, but I was rational when it came to arguments and silent in my revenge, so it always appeared as if she was a raving lunatic. She always hated me for being able to argue without raising my voice or getting hysterical. “I don’t know how I’m getting home. I guess I’ll walk.”



“Walk?” I said, not really knowing where she lived. “It’s pretty cold out there. How’d you get here?”



“Beth and Keith, but I guess they wanted to be alone”. Jeesh, I was actually beginning to feel sorry for Linda. As she blabbed on about Christmas this or that, I really began to think about it. Of all of the people in the world, she’s quite possibly the only one that I genuinely do not like. Don’t get me wrong, we’d be civil to each other when necessary, but when we conflicted, run for fucking cover. Which made me wonder why we seemed to be making small talk now. What I said next shocked me:



“Where do you live? I could give you a ride”. I wished that I could pull the words back in my gullet but it was too late. The offer was made. Then there was the awkward silence that seemed to last for hours. I stared her right in the eye and didn’t show any signs of the absolute horror that I felt. Surely the moment she got in my car we would begin to argue. Why couldn’t she call her husband? She WAS married. With three kids in fact. What an asshole I am!



She leaned forward and whispered. “Sure . . . if we can leave right now.” I was looking to detect something in her eyes. Maybe an ulterior motive or some kind of revenge plan, but I saw genuine sincerity, so I quickly gulped down the rest of my Nog and stumbled to get off of the sofa. I wasn’t drunk, but I was a bit ‘affected’. I did my absolute best not to show it. Getting cocked at a client’s house is not exactly a good career move.



As we both said our final good-byes, needless to say, people were more than a bit shocked to see us leaving together and acting quite civil towards each other. Jim, couldn’t pick up his jaw from the floor. I was feeling more than a bit loose, so I wished Merry Christmas and Joyeaux Noel all around and left with Linda. I was right. It was cold, but at least it wasn’t snowing. I love snow to fuck around in, but hate to drive in it. As I fumbled through my pockets for my keys, I looked around and marveled at the Christmas lights and decorations.



“Yeah, they do know how to overdo it, don’t they?” Linda said. For a brief moment, I’d forgotten she was there. “Look at this one over here”. She walked out ahead of me and was admiring a decoration scene, while I was admiring her. She had on an oversized sweater and a pair of simple black jeans, but incredibly, she didn’t have a jacket. She always wore oversized tops. You couldn’t really get a good gander at what her boobs were shaped like because she always wore something big and floppy and pulled at it constantly. The jeans, however, were a complete contrast. They hugged her ass like a second skin, an ass that can only be described as bulbous. Linda wasn’t fat, but I suppose 3 kids would make even Ms. Olympia a bit on the chunky, Rubenesque side. Her last child was born less than a year before. I couldn’t really recall when. I started the consulting job while she was on maternity leave and I guess the process of getting such a big project done with her not there made her a little irritated.



As the Triple X-rated movie reels in my head began to turn, I stopped myself. What was I doing? I hadn’t fantasized about Linda since I really got to know what a bitch she is! It’s not that she wasn’t attractive to me. On the contrary, she had attributes that get my balls churning instantly: She’s a true redhead, she’s got a set of hips that you can hold on to, and she had just had a child. (Pregnant women and new mothers are very sexy. I secretly wished that I could watch her breast-feed her child).



I stepped up beside her finally finding my keys and looked at the house that she was admiring. It was a gaudy masterpiece mixture of the classic nativity scene and the modern Santa Claus theme. There were thousands of lights on the house itself and lining the driveway and walkways as well.



“A bit overdone for my taste.” I said, getting into my car. Being the absolute gentleman that I am, I got in first and cranked it up while she waited. Then I unlocked her door from the inside (What a guy!) “Where to?” I sighed, trying not to sound as lit as I really was.



“The first left then first right will get you onto Pleasant street. I live at 37 Stuart.” ‘Maybe this wont be so bad’ I thought to myself. Stuart is only a few minutes away. Surely we couldn’t come to blows in a short few minutes. As I winded my way towards Pleasant, the silence was absolutely deafening. I wanted to say something, or turn on the radio or something, but most of all, I wanted this long, strange trip to end.



Finally, I turned onto Stuart and spied her house. It looked kind of empty, which made me wonder where her husband and kids where. I stopped the car and didn’t even bother to take it out of gear, then I waited . . . and waited . . . and waited. Silence. She wouldn’t say anything, she wouldn’t get out, as far as I knew, she was dead because I couldn’t hear her breathing. Then I turned to look at her. SHE WAS ASLEEP! She was kind of slumped over, her head against the window, a mass of red hair covering her face. I leaned forward to try to obtain some sort of outline of her breasts, but to no avail. It was too dark, and even if it wasn’t, the sweater was too thick and oversized.



I put the Olds in park and shut it off. The sudden engine silence along with the eerie feeling that someone was looking at her woke her from her light slumber. She looked around confused, then opened the door abruptly and got out without saying a word. With that, I started the car, turned on the radio and fished around my glove compartment for some proper tunage. After finding Zeppelin IV and popping it in, I was ready to head out, but Linda wasn’t even to her walkway yet, so I decided to be at least halfway decent and wait to see her through her door safely. As she reached her steps, she dropped her purse, giving me a few more fleeting glimpses of her ass and wide hips as she bent to retrieve it. Instead of walking up her steps, she pivoted and turned around, returning towards me. I looked in the passenger seat as if checking to see if she had left something behind. Nothing. She walked right up to the window on my side and leaned over to speak. I slid the window down to that electronic humming sound that I love so much.



“Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?” She asked feebly. ‘Oh jeesh, what in the world could have entered her mind from the time she got out of my car to the time she dropped her purse?’ I shut the car off in silent reply. I spied the neighborhood and decided that it was safe enough to leave my keys in the ignition and the door unlocked. After all, it was quite dark, quite cold, and quite late. I followed Linda up the walkway wondering if this was a wise decision. We had managed to be civil to each other all night. Why was I pushing my luck? Her house showed no signs of life inside, which surprised me more than a little. The house itself was nothing impressive: Single level, semi-modern petite style. Adequate distance between neighboring dwellings. Good use of landscaping and shrubbery. I calculated it to be worth about $ 90,000 in the current depressed market. As she unlocked her door and went in ahead of me, I tried to recall anything and everything that I’d heard her say, compiling months of conversations, gossip, and innuendo into a nice background file on her: Linda Taylor-31, Husband, Randy-31, Assembly-line worker. Kids – Jessica-10, Jodi-2, and Bobby was less than a year old. Education – Trade school for secretarial skills, no formal post-secondary education. I was prepared for anything she threw at me, or was I?



The house was dark. I was surprised at the pleasant odor emanating from it. For some reason, I assumed that her house smelled like chicken soup or something. She turned on the lights and told me to have a seat. The living room was clean and brightly decorated with bric-a-brac and several figurines here and there. It wasn’t overly impressive, but it did add a spice of decorative class. I admired her for that. She was in the kitchen area, which sounded to be a great distance away from the main living room. Within a few minutes, she returned with a platter containing two huge cups of joe, a bowl of sugar and a container full of what I correctly assumed to be cream.



“Thank you.” I said, as she handed me my coffee. “Randy? Is he here?” I inquired. “I wouldn’t want to wake him up or anything.”



“He’s at work. He’s on the third shift this month.” she said matter of factly. I looked around, thinking of where her kids might be, surely she didn’t leave them here alone while she was out. “They’re at my mothers’” she blurted out, reading my mind. “I didn’t know how late I’d be at Jim’s so I told them to stay the night. They’re OK. She baby-sits them everyday.” Well, that solved a great mystery. She seemed comfortable with it, but I needed a little more reassurance. “It’s OK, I don’t bite” she laughed. “I know we haven’t had the best working relationship, but that’s because we’re both stubborn and we like to get our own way and when that happens, you’re going to have conflicts.”



She made a great deal of sense and from that moment on, I felt much more comfortable. I even took my jacket off as we made fun of people at the office and gossiped endlessly about this ones sex life and that ones husband. We even found that we shared the same taste in music. She popped in a Pink Floyd CD and we jammed out for a while, sipping our java and chatting like old friends. I wasn’t surprised at how close we had gotten on the sofa. We’d inch forward and whisper little gossip tidbits to each other as if others could be listening, until our thighs were rubbing.



*******



The coffee was long gone, and the CD was on its fourth go round, so I decided to head home.



“Can’t believe it’s so late.” I said without looking at my watch. I slid forward on the sofa to maximize the contact between our thighs, hoping to further fuel the fires of my masturbatory fantasies. I placed my hand on the back of the sofa for leverage. Quickly, she placed her hand on my thigh and held it firmly.



“You don’t really have to leave now . . . do you? We were just getting to know one another.” Wild shit started running through my head. Her touch was burning me. My prick went from flaccid and floppy to purple and promising within the span of 1.5 seconds. In response, I slowly slid my hand from the sofa to her face. I caressed her flesh very gently as we both leaned forward blindly. Our lips found each other, slowly and gently at first, then with a passionate yearning.



Our tongues intertwined in the age-old French dance of foreplay. The heat generated by our bodies was almost overwhelming. I found it difficult to breath, but we remained joined, breaking only to kiss her cheek and nose and neck. Her cream colored neck was flawless and without a single wrinkle. As my nose nuzzled the base of her throat, I detected a hot, musky odor: The smell of lust reeking from her every pore. For the first time, I saw this person with whom I had a working relationship, whom before tonight I didn’t like or respect, vulnerable and ready for the pleasures of a deep-plunging cock. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks and almost swooned with the feeling that rode through my entire body.



Wordlessly, I reached out and began to fondle one rounded knee, letting my hand revel in the feel of the tight denim covering the flesh just under the surface. Then I ran my hand up the trembling flesh of her inner thigh, hesitating at the apex of her jeans to diddle my fingers at the crossroads of her seams. Linda shuddered at my touch. She was so soft, so incredibly soft.



We moaned in unison, our tongues vibrating against one another. She offered no resistance as I slid my hand from her crotch slowly up the bulging flesh of her belly and on to her right breast. I waited for an objection, but there was none. ‘Surely I latched onto the wrong thing’ I immediately thought to myself. The object that I held in my hand could not have possible been Linda’s boob. It was huge and jug-like, and very soft to the touch. It was very hard to tell through the thickness of her sweater. Again, she read my mind. She pulled back and we momentarily broke from our embrace. Her face was flushed and the sweat had beaded on her forehead as I’m sure it had done on mine. Without saying a word she pulled the sweater over her head. I had my first view of her bra and tits. The bra was pale blue and silky in texture. It barely held the twin masses of white flesh that sprung from her chest. Her belly was a joyous collection of fleshy rolls that longed to be tongued. It was so smooth, so white, so silky that it was almost unbelievable.



I reached out to embrace her, reached upward, behind her back, and undid the catch of her brassiere and pulled it away, passing the loops along her arms and out over her hands. Her tits were incredible. As she wavered on the sofa, it seemed that they had lives of their own and did not belong to the rest of her body. Widely separated, they hung from her chest in sloping, curving flesh that reached a crescendo in two huge reddish nipples, each surrounded by big pink coronas. They were perfectly formed bitch udders, made for seeing, handling, and sucking. My mouth watered just from looking at them.



She reached forward and pulled my shirt and T-shirt over my head, her fingers lingering on my hairless chest, tentatively at first, then more boldly. Her fingers caressing my shoulders, then my nipples. Her touch was electrifying. I grabbed her gently by the arm and leaned back, pulling her towards me, on top of me. I hugged her tightly, seeking her lips with my own. Her body was completely on top of mine. Her chest pressed into me, the moistness forming between us. She silently slid her hand between us and cupped my cock and balls through my slacks. I whimpered slightly at her touch, her hand outlining my dong, squeezing it, measuring it. I felt the puddles of sweat that had quickly formed between us. I reached to fondle her breast and was more surprised at the amount of sweat that she had on her. I broke our embrace to look down between us. What the?!?!? It wasn’t sweat at all: It was MILK, BREAST MILK!



“I’m so sorry . . . ” Linda said apologetically. “I breast-feed Bobby pretty regularly.” My cock nearly exploded with the revelation. I couldn’t believe it. I squeezed her boob and watched in awe as the pearly white substance squirted from around her nipple and splashed upon my chest. One of my lifelong fantasies was about to come true. I grabbed her by her wide hips and slid her upwards so that her breasts were directly above my face. I slid one hot nipple into my mouth and then the other, alternating breasts. My dick strained unbelievably against my trousers, but he would definitely have to wait. I wrapped both hands around her right boob and opened my mouth to await the fountains of mother’s milk that were sure to come. I squeezed, gently at first, then harder and more forcefully. The milk squirted into my mouth and slid down my throat in an ecstasy of sweet tasting nectar that was absolutely indescribable. I sucked and suckled like a little baby, taking my time to enjoy the sweetness. I was so wrapped up in my own milky desires, that I was completely unaware that Linda was quaking and shuddering her way through her first orgasm. She let out a small shriek and collapsed on top of me, my mouth maintaining its’ gentle suction.

After drinking my fill from both of her generous jugs, I made a decision. On this night, I will give this woman THE BEST fuck session that she has ever had or will ever have in her entire lifetime. This would be in repayment for offering me her sweet treats.



Without hesitating, I reached between us and unsnapped her jeans. I felt her gutflesh give way and overflow, breaking free from their tight, denim prison. I tried to peel them down over her hips and ass, but to no avail. I was going to need help with this one. She got to her feet and unzipped the jeans completely. As she bent over to pull them down, her breasts hung from her chest like to twin beehives swinging in the warm summer breeze. I reached out to touch them for a brief moment. They felt smooth under my fingers. When Linda stood upright, I could see . . . HEAVEN! Her crotch was a mass of red cunt hair! Long, stringy strands of pubes escaped her panties and poked freely into the air. Her panties were a match set to her bra and were soaked through. This added to the wonderful view I was getting of her fiery forest. She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them in one motion and stood completely naked before me. What glorious flesh! Unmarred, and creamy looking.



“How do I look?” she asked meekly.



“Good enough to eat.” I replied. To prove it, I grabbed her leg and swung it over my head so that her right leg was on the floor and her left was on the side of my head. I slowly kissed her inner thigh and was intrigued at the suspended smooth flesh. She leaned forward, hanging her breasts over the edge of the sofa. At first, it was difficult to breathe, but I inched down on the sofa and found a sweet spot. I darted my tongue out and licked at her entire dense red bush. The smell was incredible: A mixture of breast milk, sweat, cunt juice, and lust, lots and lots of lust.



I traced my tongue along her thick cuntlips, occasionally stopping at her protruding clitoris and sucking it like a nipple. This slow tease made Linda mad with humplust. She began to grind her pussy into my face in search of release. I eased my middle finger into her pussy up to the first knuckle, no more than an inch, and began to slide it up and down. Linda wanted it in her. She slid back in hopes of impaling herself on my finger but I didn’t allow her. I was going to make this one last and make it count.



Just when she was on the verge of begging for an orgasmic release, I pushed her over the edge. I shoved two fingers into her sopping wet cunny and simultaneously munched on her swollen clit until she screamed in a double clitoral/vaginal orgasm that shook the entire sofa, and maybe the entire house. Her juices shot out of her quim, sprayed my hand and splashed upon my chin and throat. I sucked as much of the honeysweet liquor as I could, lapping her entire crotch like a dog.



We were both motionless for the next two or three minutes. Catching our breath and returning to the realities of the normal world. I lovingly caressed her asscheeks and her hips. I couldn’t get enough of her smooth flesh and her gentle bulges.



She got off of me and stood up in one fluid motion, taking my hand and standing me up. She pulled me close and grasped my asscheeks as our lips met. Linda was as tall as I was, so our alignment was no problem. I grabbed her fleshy cheeks and ground her mound into my crotch. She breathed heavily into my shoulder as she hungrily humped the lump in my pants, rubbing her clit across the raised seam. Her actions became more frantic as she balanced herself on one leg and hooked the other around my ass to increase the friction on her pussy. I held on to her as she squirmed, twisted and turned her way through another quivering orgasm. She muffled her squeaks in my chest and nearly collapsed in my arms.



She held her head against my shoulder and caressed my arms as we stood and embraced like lovers. She gently took my hand and led me away from the sofa, and down a long hallway. As she trotted ahead of me, I could really get an excellent look at her body. A flawless picture of creamy white flesh that looks as if it were made to be tongued by me and me alone. We walked past what I believed to be the kitchen and then a bathroom and some closed doors that I assumed were her kids rooms. At the end of the hall, she opened the door and beckoned me in.



When the door closed behind us and we were enveloped by the warm semi-darkness of her bedroom, we remained silent. She stood before me, her hands exploring my chest and shoulders. I was breathing hard and fast. She unsnapped my pants, and slid them down to my ankles. As I stepped out of them, she cooed at the sight of my dong poking through my boxer shorts. Swaying rigidly like an untiring soldier. She pulled down my boxers and lightly gripped my rod, pulling me gently towards the medium sized bed.



She turned on a small lamp beside the bed and sat down, pulling me closer. As I stood in front of her, she looked like I had never seen her before: Vulnerable and in need of affection. I ran my fingers through her long red hair and softly touched her cheek. She leaned forward and nuzzled my pubic hairs with her nose, my cock rubbing her cheek and poking her hair. She flicked her tongue and licked the base of my cock. I trembled at the immense pleasure she was giving me. Then, in one motion, she slid my entire cock in her mouth and started a combination of sucking and humming that was driving me absolutely insane. She repeatedly slid my thick cock into her gasping mouth, sliding it between the compressing, soft lips. Her cheeks filled and emptied like bellows, and her entire upper body swayed in unison with her sucking movements. With every stroke her big tits swayed and bobbed like fleshy pendulums, the taut pink nipples sticking out like fingertips. I could feel my cockhead lodge into the back of her throat. After a few minutes of this intense pleasure, I could feel the dam begin to weaken as my balls began to churn. Linda reached up and began to twist my nipple with one hand and massage my nuts with the other. I couldn’t hold off any longer. The dam broke and I came with an animal groan, filling Linda’s mouth with gobs of hot spunk. As the cum surged out of me, Linda’s mouth sucked harder. I could hear her gulp and swallow squirts of my hot, sticky cream.



For the next 20 seconds I continued to cum in her mouth, as if I has stored up semen for months. She never gave up sucking for an instant; She was intent on getting every last drop of sticky moisture out of my dork. Sperm began to dribble from the side of her mouth and run in a slow stream down her chin, several large drops settling onto her boobs. She let my dick vacate her moist mouth and lifted her heavy hanging boob and licked the jizm off of it.



Exhausted, I crawled in bed behind her and completely stretched out. The cool bedspreads against my back and ass felt wonderful. Linda maneuvered herself at the foot of the bed and slowly worked her way upward, licking and nibbling at my knees, thighs and around my crotch. My cock immediately stood at attention, the meat quickly lengthening itself and unintentionally poking Linda in the eye. She very lovingly took it in her hand and studied it carefully. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling she was sending through me. She squeezed it, licked it, slapped it against her cheek. She fondled the balls through their sac and then kissed them. She took one nut into her mouth and hummed loudly, sending electric shocks through my entire body. She inched upwards, kissing my stomach, chest and then lingered as our lips met briefly. She raised up and positioned herself over my stiff prick, her juicy snatch perfectly aligned. She lowered herself slowly and carefully, feeling me fill her every nook and cranny. The slick silky feeling of her cunt walls was incredible. They seemed to be milking me without her moving at all. She was still for a moment, getting used to me being inside her. Then she raised up and eased back down with a gasp, then again, then again.



Within minutes she was rhythmically riding me like a jockey, bouncing up and down furiously, occasionally stopping to grind her clit into my crotch. I was doing my best to hold back, thinking about sports, current political events, checking off my Christmas list, anything but the wonderfully smooth cunt that was beckoning me or the incredible woman that was giving me such immense pleasure. As her riding became more violent, she placed her hands on my chest for leverage, her jugs bouncing up and down, begging to be held. I reached out with both hands and grabbed them, kneading them like big mounds of dough. Milk sprayed out and misted over my chest and face. I held my mouth open and licked openly like a thirsty man in the rain. I pulled her breasts down to me and began to suck, drinking in more mother’s milk. Linda’s gasps turned into yelps, sounding more like a small puppy barking. Her sounds nearly drowning out the squelching sounds that my dick made in her sloppy pussy.



“Oh god!” she screamed, slamming down on me in one big movement, her body wracked my a huge orgasm that shook the bed. Her fluids seeped out around my dick and down over my balls and onto the bedspread beneath me. She came down on top of me, her moist nipples pushing into my stomach. Her body still quivering and shaking uncontrollably.



I held onto her and slowly rolled over on top of her, keeping us joined. I slowly started rotating my hips and working my dick in, around and out of her hole. She began to respond immediately. Her breathing quickened and she held on to me for dear life. I placed my hands behind her legs and pushed her knees to her chest. I was surprised at how flexible she was: She was able to place her knees on the outside of each of her shoulders. The result was an expanse of exposed thigh and crotchflesh that was made to hold me. I held my weight on my hands and began to take long strokes into her hot box, making sure to grind as I bottomed out inside her. Then I started slamming myself into her, thumping into the back of her cunt, our bodies making rude slapping sounds as they collided together. Linda started panting and digging her fingers into my arms.



“Ohhhhh Yesssssss!” She hissed, her cunt opening and closing around my cock. The tears from her closed eyes streaked down her face. She was frantically gasping for air as another orgasm overcame her. Her titties wobbled and shook like a ‘cream Jello’ mold, and her snatch clamped shut on my dick. I held onto her as she trembled and silently cried.



I wiped her tears away and withdrew my stiff dick from her, turning her over for some more action. She was ready for anything and I was willing to give it. She was on her hands and knees and I was kneeling behind her, my staff pointed at her red bush. I pushed into her and without hesitation, began to hump her like a dog. My ass muscles flexed and pumped like a finely oiled piece of machinery. After a few minutes of this, I grabbed two handfuls of flesh at Linda’s hips and began to pull her back onto me, her fleshy hips and ass jiggling and wiggling at each thrust.



Not knowing how she’d react, I slowly and cautiously slipped a thumb into her hairy asshole and began to twist it. She bucked like a wild stallion and was overcome by the feelings of double penetration that swept through her. Then I slid the other thumb in, twisting both simultaneously. I continued to thump into her pussy and flapped my rotating hands like the wings of a butterfly. Her asshole was tight, too tight, I thought, for what I had in mind, but I was determined to give it a try anyway.



I slowly slid out her cooz and lined my cock up to her asshole. I replaced my thumbs with my slippery dickhead and slowly began to push inward. Linda froze, I assumed that this was her introduction to backdoor lovin’ so I decided to make it as pleasant for her as possible. After I had worked my way up to my base in her ass, I reached under and began to tickle her clit. Linda began to respond by rhythmically sliding herself onto and off of my impaled cock. After several minutes of slow, calculated movements, Linda’s ass was accustomed to the intruder within it. I began to ride my roller coaster to the top of the hill as I slid in and out of that incredibly tight, virgin asshole. I pushed Linda flat onto the bed and continued to ream her from above, forcing her blubbery cheeks apart with my dong. The feeling was fucking incredible. The smell that had developed was a mixture of humplust, pussy, and shit that only heightened the pleasure that I was giving and getting.



Linda was whimpering into to bedspread as I repeatedly came crashing down on top of her, my pubes scratching her asscheeks and our bodies making slurping suction and slapping noises. I looked between us and saw my shit-covered cock in the dim light. The brown liquid seeped out of Linda’s ass and down her pussy lips. My roller coaster was very close to the top as I slammed down onto her, violently shaking the bed, my dick being squeezed by her shitty ass. I couldn’t hold out any longer. I bit hard into Linda’s shoulder as my cockjuice spurted from me into her willing ass. It was without a doubt, one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had in my entire life. Linda came as well, her musky juice spraying out of her and across my ballsac. Her ass convulsively nipping at the base of my spent prick.



I remained on top of her, licking the sore spot were I had bitten her, regaining my strength for possibly another go round. Linda had different ideas. She rolled from beneath me and stepped into an adjacent bathroom. She began to clean herself, wiping the cum from her face, cleaning the shit from her pussy and ass. Then I looked at my own area. I needed a good cleaning as well. My semi-erect cock was covered with shit and cum. I got off of the bed and went into the bathroom. The slime on my cock dripped as it swayed at half-mast. The bathroom was a pink and baby blue paradise, complete with a bidet, and a very wide freestanding tub/shower. This is where I went. I blasted the warm water across my entire body and was really impressed at the size of the tub. It rivaled the size of the bed! I lay down in the tub, the water rained downed upon me as I enjoyed the feeling. Linda walked over to me with a slightly embarrassed look on her face.



“What’s wrong baby?” I said, taking her hand.



“I have to go to the bathroom” She replied, glancing over at the toilet. I laughed out loud and pulled her to me. She stepped into the tub as I reached and shut the water off with my toes. Her feet were on either side of me, her moist, red bush directly over my stomach. Smiling at her, I reached and began to caress her puffy cuntlips, sliding one then two then three fingers into her sweet honeypot. She shivered at my touch. Then my pinky slid in. I began to handfuck her, shoving my entire hand up to the knuckles in her sopping wet pussy, using my thumb to massage her thick swollen clit. Then I began to rotate my hand, causing a strained expression to appear on Linda’s face.



“Please . . . oooohhhhh . . . I have to peeeeeee” she pleaded. Come to think of it, I had to let go myself.



“Go ahead.” I commanded. “Piss on meeeeeee” . I halted my fist action and waited. The expression on her face remain strained as she eased her insides and relaxed herself enough to release. Then her expression changed to one of extreme pleasure. The sticky liquid began to seep out of her, slowly at first, then in a steady stream. The warm piss squirted around my inserted hand and ran down my arm as I started to pump in and out of her with my fist. Her cunt gripped my hand as I pumped and wriggled my fingers inside her. She was quickly close to cumming again and I knew it. I pushed my entire hand into her dripping pussy, her cuntlips gripping my wrist as I opened and closed my hand like a flower. Linda shuddered and came, squirting a mix of cum and pee around my wrist. As she rotated her hips in unison with my thrusts, she let out a small fart that left her asshole, and wormed its way out of her chubby buttcheeks. In response, I squeezed one off myself. A big, noisy, smelly concoction of tuna fish, and fruit salad. Kind of surprised, she squeezed out another one, this one larger and smellier than mine. It had kind of a ham n’ egg whiff with a touch of onions and green peppers.



During our fartfest, a surprised look came over Linda’s face. She looked down at me.



“I really have to go to the BATHROOM this time.” She said, holding up two fingers. I pulled my fist out of her twitching snatch with an audible plop, the juice and pee covering my hand like slime. I walked my fingers between her thighs and quickly slid my middle up her ass, feeling the creamy damn that had built up behind her sphincter. I massaged the wall of shit with my finger, poking it and prodding it. Without any warning at all, she started shitting in my hand, the creamy substance oozing out around my finger. Mortified, I tried to catch the poop in my hands, but once I smelled the odor that filled the bathroom, my cock began to rise and I didn’t care. Linda squatted and began to eagerly shit and fart on my stomach. The shit laid on me in a heap of light creamy brown goo with bits of peanuts and corn mixed in generously. I rubbed the shit into my chest and smeared it all over me and her, rolling the peanuts against her thighs. I pushed Linda back, easing her shit-filled hole over my now fully erect dick. I hunched upwards, shoving my cock through the creamy barrier. Just thinking about the sinful, filthy pleasures was enough to put me on the edge.



Linda rocked swiftly back and forth, rubbing her shit into her stomach and breasts, occasionally squeezing them and staring at the milk that dribbled out. Her wobbly buttcheeks slapping against my haunches, shit and puddles of breast milk slapping and squishing between us. The smell and the sight were much too much for me to handle. My balls began a slow bubble, that intensified with each stroke into that hot, shitty ass. With one final lurch upward and a loud throaty scream, my balls emptied, spraying the insides of her anal cavity with sticky wads of sperm-infested goo. Linda continued rubbing the shit and milk into her breasts, trembling as the warm cum splattered against her insides.



We remained silent for a moment, not moving. My cock slowly shrinking in her still throbbing ass. As my cock got smaller, I could feel the floodgates opening in my bladder. Uncontrollably, my own hot piss began to flow, gushing against Linda’s insides. Linda throbbed once she realized what was happening. I pulled my dork out of her ass and watched my twitching dong sway back and forth, the yellow stream of piss cascading upwards, arching, and then splashing down onto both of us like some magnificent Roman water fountain. It was glorious, a perfect ending to a night of naughty, adulterous games.



We were both very exhausted, and very filthy. As Linda squeezed the remainder of the piss/shit/cum mixture out of her ass, I caressed her hair with one of my big toes and slyly flipped the water with the other. The warm water against us felt incredibly good, washing away all of the filth and sweat. We stood up and washed each other lovingly, occasionally stopping to kiss or fondle one another, our hands roaming over each other’s bodies. I took good care in cleaning Linda’s asshole and snatch, stopping only to insert a finger or two to keep her honest. We also cleaned each others fingernails, making sure that no shit remained.



She dried me off as I walked back down the hallway, picking up my clothes along the way. The house no longer smelled like flowers, it reeked of sex. We stepped into the living room, pausing, listening. The CD was still playing! We giggled and she went to turn it off. I stood up straight, fully dressed and looked around, making sure that there was no sign of me there. I silently pointed to my coffee cup that was on the table. She quickly picked up both cups and headed back for the kitchen, her ass jiggling as she jogged. She returned quickly. I was in the doorway, checking outside. I turned and held my arms out to her, embracing her, letting our tongues dance and strain against one another. My hands gripping her fleshy ass and pulling her to me. We broke away reluctantly, looking at each other as lovers, and not as enemies or adversaries. We stayed silent and smiled as I turned and walked towards my car.

Steph picked up her phone and checked her text messages. “Who texted you?”



She turned towards her boyfriend Matt on the bed. “Sammy from work. She wants to know if I want to go with her on Friday to the mall.”



“Wait…Sammy…is she the cute brunette chick?” Matt rolled over on his side, looking up at Steph. She looked gorgeous as usual, standing in her blue sleeping shorts, barely covering her ass cheeks, and white, tight-fitting tank top. A casual appearance, but sexy in a subtle way.



“You know who she is.” Steph put her phone back on the dresser and walked over to the window. She pulled the hair-tie out of her ponytail, shaking her head and tossling her hair. Thunder rumbled softly in the distance, the wind lightly tapping branches against the side of the house. “Is it supposed to be a bad storm? I can’t sleep in bad storms.”



“I have no idea. I haven’t seen the weather reports. Come here, let’s watch TV.” Matt flipped on the television as Steph climbed into bed next to him. She curled up on her left side, putting her right arm on Matt’s chest as he aimlessly flipped through channels. The light of the television lit the room a soft blue glow, occasionally punctuated with a harsh white flash of the approaching lightning. Steph slid her hand down Matt’s chest and towards his boxers, lightly rubbing. “Hey now! What’re ya doing?” He looked down at her and smiled, knowing that there’s not much stopping Steph when she’s in the mood.



Without saying a word, Steph rolled on top of him, putting her finger to her lip, signaling for him to be quiet. She grabbed his wrists and leaned her head forward, her hair falling across his chest. Steph placed kisses up and down his neck, over his chest, kissing his stomach. Her legs straddled Matt’s, both of them feeling the intense heat of one another’s bodies. She kissed him on the lips, grinding her hips on his, back and forth, feeling his arousal.



Steph leaned back, pulling her shirt off of her head. Matt’s hands went to her c-cup breasts, outlined by the ambient light. Steph’s pink nipples were dark in the night, rock hard beneath his palms. Her breasts felt warm, soft yet firm. She moaned softly as she continued to give her rudimentary lap dance. Matt’s hands grasped the waistband of Steph’s shorts and panties. She leaned her chest down and raised her butt in the air, helping guide her clothes off. Steph tossed her things to the side as Matt slid off his boxers, his hard cock resting in the moist heat between her legs.



The thunder roared, closer now, as the lightning continued to flash. The wind blowing outside helped to disguise the rapid breathing of Steph and Matt. She kissed down his stomach again, taking his dick in her right hand. Her lips softly pressed against his head as her hand worked up and down, stroking at the perfect rhythm. Steph looked up at Matt with her bright green eyes as she ran her tongue seductively over the tip of his cock. She opened her mouth wider now, lowering her lips around his dick. Her left hand softly cupped his balls, stroking them gently, teasing, caressing.



Steph lowered her head all the way down, swallowing Matt’s hard cock. She sucked slightly with her throat muscles. Matt could feel the intense heat and wetness of her tight mouth, causing his hips to instinctively move with Steph’s motions. He watched as his cock disappeared in between her lips, glistening in the dim light, wet with her spit. Up and down she moved, her hot breath coming out of her nostrils, obscene sucking sounds coming from her expert tongue. Matt’s hands grabbed the hair on both sides of her head, her auburn locks between his fingers.



Steph pulled her mouth off and climbed up his body, guiding his shaft into her waiting pussy. She lowered herself down, feeling him enter her fully, stretching her. Matt put his hands on Steph’s hips, rocking in harmony with her thrusts, sliding back and forth, in and out. Rain was falling now outside, thundering against the windows. The room was heavy with breathing, two bodies tangled in damp pleasure. Harder she moved now, her back arching, her hands on her tits, squeezing, kneading. Matt pulled her down as hard as he could, the sounds of their legs hitting filling the room. He watched as the lightning flashed, illuminating Steph’s body. Her breasts were perfect, beads of sweat dripping between her cleavage, tracing downward across her flat stomach. Her belly button ring glinted in the light, just above her soft landing strip. Matt could see her strip of hair disappear between her legs, could feel her weight on his hips, her hot, wet pussy pulling him in.



Matt grabbed Steph and rolled her over, pulling her right leg over his shoulder, thrusting harder, faster. She turned her head to the side, burying her face in the pillow, stifling her scream of pleasure as she came hard, her whole body contracting, each muscle squeezing, milking every last bit of pleasure it can muster. Matt pulled out, cumming on Steph’s tan, silky stomach. Her fingers dug into the sheets as they rolled next to one another, breathing heavily. Rain continued to run down the windows, thunder crashing outside. The room smelled of sex, of flesh and cum and sweat.



Steph leaned on her left elbow and looked at Matt, her body flushed and relaxed. She kissed Matt on the lips, a passionate kiss. He could smell just a hint of her perfume, Tommy Girl, as she leaned in. “I gotta pee.” Steph slid to the edge of the bed, grabbing her shorts and panties and sliding them up her statuesque legs.



“Ooo can I watch?” Matt laughed as Steph pulled her shirt over her head.



“Eww. Pervert.” Steph stuck her tongue out at him as she turned and walked to the bathroom. Flipping on the light, she slid her shorts and panties down again, sitting on the toilet. She relaxed as the pee started flowing out, trickling into the bowl. She leaned back, enjoying the relaxing feeling as her hot piss splashed below her. Steph shivered as she finished up, wiping and then sliding her clothes back on. A loud crash of thunder echoed off of the bathroom walls as she flushed, turning off the light and climbing back into bed.



Sammy awoke with the loud roar of the storm. She looked around the room, blinking away bits of sleep as the rain drummed her roof. Slowly she became aware of the dream she was just having. Her panties were wet, another sex dream. Sammy could picture the faceless strangers standing near her, their hands all over her body. She could vividly feel their touch, their fingertips running across her skin, across her nipples, her stomach, her lips, down between her legs. She could feel them squeezing and kissing and licking, tasting her, men and women alike. Sammy suddenly realized another important detail in her dream. She could see herself on a bed, red satin sheets billowing in some imaginary wind as the voices of the ambiguous strangers scolded her. “You were such a bad girl Sammy. You know you shouldn’t have done that.” Sammy could see herself now, illuminated by some ghostly light-source, her panties bulging in the back, a huge wet stain spreading across the cotton fabric. “You shit your panties Samantha. That’s something only naughty, bad girls do.”



Sammy’s arm shot over to her bedside table, fumbling in the dark, trying to open the drawer. She rustled through the contents, finally clasping her hand around her silver vibrator. Sammy turned it on, hearing the pleasing hum as she slid it over her t-shirt across her nipples. She looked down and could see them piercing the thin fabric, hard with pleasure. Running the vibrator down her body, Sammy spread her legs, sliding it over her panties, up and down her slit. She moaned softly as she played with her tits, rubbing the vibrator up and down between her legs. Reaching down, Sammy slid her panties to the side, placing the vibrator right against her lips. She shuddered at the touch, her legs spreading even wider as she ground her hips against it. Slowly she slipped it in, feeling it tremor inside her tight, wet pussy. Sammy worked the vibrator in and out, gyrating with the motions of her wrist, fucking herself as she recalled her dream.



The thunder continued to roar in a disjointed symphony, lightning softening the contours of Sammy’s nubile flesh. Sammy came hard, moaning softly as she clasped her thighs tight around her hand, feeling her pussy contract. She slid the vibrator out, her panties snapping back into place over her hot slit. She rubbed her clit for a few seconds before putting the vibrator back into the drawer, sliding it shut. Sammy rolled onto her side, sighing deeply as she began to drift back to sleep, hoping that her dreams continued.



The morning sun was warm on Sammy’s face as she sat up. Drops of water clung to the windows, small prisms sending minute rainbows across the room. She grabbed her cell phone off of the table next to her bed, frowning when she saw that Steph hadn’t texted her back. Sammy got up and walked to the bathroom, turning on the sink and putting toothpaste on her brush. She watched herself in the mirror, her nipples hard in the cool air conditioning of her house. Sammy spit and rinsed her mouth out, putting her toothbrush back in its holder.



A cardinal cried outside as Sammy listened to the sound of distant traffic, wet tires running over the pavement, splashing through shallow muddy puddles. She felt the strong pressure in her bladder, the sharp squeeze on her insides indicating her need for a morning piss. Samantha ran her hand over the front of her cotton pink bikini cut panties, already starting to feel slippery in anticipation. Knowing what she was about to do, she smiled devilishly, her eyes wicked reflections. “Oh Sammy I can’t believe you’re going to do it again. This is so bad. So bad,” she whispered to herself.



Walking over to the toilet, Sammy lifted the lid, sitting herself down on the seat, panties firmly up around her waist, pressing into her crotch. She pressed her legs tightly together and put her hands on her thighs. She scarcely relaxed before the hot, yellow piss pulled in her panties, suspended only brief milliseconds before splashing into the water below. Sammy could feel the warmth spread up over her lips, down between her cheeks, tickling her asshole. “Ohhhh God Sammy you are so bad. So fucking bad.” Piss ran along the back of her thighs for a short way, dripping as well into the yellow water. The hot hiss filled her ears, the smell of her golden nectar intoxicating.



Sammy’s piss slowed to a trickle, and then to a few drops. She leaned forward a little more and grabbed her knees, closing her eyes tightly. The air was still save for the distant sounds from the neighborhood. A soft hiss came out of Sammy’s ass, followed by a light crackling. Her brown eyes snapped open as the crackling sound increased. Suddenly Sammy started breathing again, having been holding her breath. She could feel her panties start to tent outwards, a large load filling the back. Before she could even think, Sammy felt herself have an orgasm, her pussy contracting, twitching. She could feel a gush of her cum drip out, coating her already soaked panties. Another hiss came out of her ass, with more popping and crackling. Sammy paused for a moment and pushed again, feeling softer shit ooze out, spreading up her ass crack and down between her legs.



Slowly she stood up, her legs now spread wide. Carefully she reached behind her and shut the lid. Sammy held her breath as she lowered herself precariously onto the now-closed seat. She could feel the pressure shift slightly as soon as her huge bulge touched the lid. Gasping, she hovered for a second. Her hands her on her thighs as she paused a moment longer, finally dropping herself a little lower onto the lid. Sammy could hear the squelching noise, feel the soft, hot mess start to spread further up her crack and over her pussy. The smell was overpowering now, further driving her insatiable lust. She no longer was herself. Sammy had no idea what made her heart turn towards this desire, but she couldn’t stop herself. It was forever to be a part of her.



Biting her lower lip, Sammy finally let down all of her weight. Her eyes were half shut as the shit spread fully, crackling with wet sharp sounds. Hot, soft, mud spread all over insides Sammy’s panties. She looked down between her legs, seeing some of the shit coming out of the side of her panties, spreading on the lid. Sammy’s hand went between her legs, her fingers making circular motions over her hard button. She could feel the intense heat of her soaked panties, the intense heat of her body, flush with perverted lust. Sammy slid her left hand into her hair, grinding now on the toilet seat, bouncing up and down as she slid back and forth. Her hips moved in a circular motion, grinding, thrusting, plastering the backs of her thighs with her creamy brown shit. Sammy screamed out loud, clasping her legs together, her fingers pressing hard into her pussy. Her body felt as though it was on fire, her skin prickling with stinging bits of hot and cold.



“Oh fuck. Oh fuck Sammy. Ohhh what did you do?” Samantha tried to catch her breath as she slowly stood up, shocked at the mess she just made. “Oh Sammy you were so bad. But you know Steph would be proud of you.” Sammy giggled to herself as she began the tedious cleanup process. After a painful amount of time, she climbed into the shower, turning on the faucet and feeling the hot water run down her young skin. She reached up and grabbed the showerhead, adjusting to a more forceful stream between her legs. “Mmmm…it’s time to say good morning to Steph.” Giggling again, Sammy let the showerhead do its work.



After a hot thirty minutes, Sammy climbed out of the shower, wrapping a pink towel around her head and another around her body, hanging just below her ass cheeks. She walked over to her dresser, pulling out a pair of green cotton panties, boy short cut with pink hearts on the front. She slid them up her legs, wiggling her hips as she snapped the waistband into place. Sammy grabbed a black, lacey bra and slid it over her shoulder, reaching behind her to clasp it shut. Grabbing a maroon and gray American Eagle t-shirt and a pair of matching shorts, she sat on her bed. She slid the shorts up her legs, pausing when she sees that there is a message waiting on her phone. Leaning back, her stomach muscles tightening, her tits looking firm and supple in the lacey bra, Sammy opened her phone. Smiling broadly, and then giggling like a schoolgirl, Sammy felt herself start to get wet again. It was a message from Steph: “Yeah Friday sounds great. See ya then!”

Chapter 01—The Letter Arrives



This submission is all about scat and perversion. If this isn’t your thing…..back out now…. And don’t say you weren’t warned…..if you in the mood for a bit of kink and perversion….enjoy!



The Fed-Ex truck was pulling away from my house while I was still walking home from the commuter train after work. My first thought was what did Nikki order. Nikki and I were married for ten years, in our mid-thirties, and living a comfortable life.



We were both professionals, with jobs we enjoyed that actually paid well. Kids were in the plans but not for a few more years as we wanted to build the nest egg first. We were doing a good job of it too, while still splurging on the luxuries two incomes can afford. Seeing a delivery truck pull away wasn’t a surprise.



I was the first one home as our car wasn’t in the driveway, I went to the front porch and noticed the package was actually an overnight letter. A bit curious about who sent it I looked at the sender’s name. My heart picked up a few beats when I read it was from the “Exchange Program” and addressed to both of us, Dave & Nikki Jefferies. I quickly cleaned out the mailbox and went inside. Setting everything on the desk in the study, I made my way with the overnight letter to the kitchen where Nikki would enter when she got home.



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Every time we receive something from the program, a new page in our life is added. Nikki and I are heavily into the erotic aspect of kinky sex. We describe it as bold, daring, and purposeful. It is the type of kink that shakes you, upsets you, because it finds those private, dark secrets buried deep within ones’ id. There is nothing taboo for us, no desire too dirty. In fact the dirtier, the nastier, the better.



To the outside world, we are a hard working couple in search of the American Dream. What no one knows is that the perverse, erotic kink we crave is also part of “Our Dream.” This wasn’t something we slowly explored after we became a couple. Nikki says it is part of our genetic make-up; something we were born with. I tend to agree as I remember jerking off into my mother’s and sister’s panties at a very early age.



Nikki vividly remembers the first time she pissed on someone. It was at her high school senior prom, and Nikki was with “the hottest boy” in the school. They were making out in his car and while she was straddling him, grinding her pussy over his cock, Nikki asked if he wanted to experience something wild. His response was “Sure.” He freaked when she emptied her bladder through her panties and onto his pants.



“He called me a freak and then he pushed me out of the car,” Nikki recalls. “My reputation was ruined at school. I instantly became known as ‘The Pisser.’”



Something good did come from the nickname however. Within the week, Nikki and three other girls formed a little pissing club. It was at that point Nikki made the decision that vanilla relationships were over and to pursue other interests.



Nikki and I met while she was a ‘Switch/Mistress’ at a dungeon I joined after the military and enrolled in college. Having traveled the world for a few years gave me the opportunity to explore the darker side of my sexual tastes. Once on campus, it did not take long for me to realize the young college co-eds had not yet developed their sexual interests to the same level as mine. Thus the dungeon.



As crazy as this may sound, it was love at first sight for both of us. There was a twinkle in Nikki’s eyes that captured me. Nikki will tell you my kind smile hooked her. We were both attractive, normal looking folks—meaning no tattoos, visible piercings, whacked out hairdos, or message sending clothing outside the dungeon walls. This was important as we live and function in a vanilla society, but ultimately it was our desire for the erotic that bonded us as a couple.



The term ‘attractive’ isn’t exactly the proper term to describe Nikki. Stunning is more like it. She is a head turner. You can sense that everyone who gazes at her, wants her—both men and women. However, the reality of her kinks would be way too much for many.



Standing five-eight in bare feet, her thin frame with its gentle curves is eye catching. Her dark red hair, cut short and worn shaggy, frames her creamy, high cheek bone face. Piercing blue eyes accented with jet black eye liner and smoky shadows are Nikki’s typical color choices; as is her ruby red lipstick and manicured matching nails.



Her breasts are a delicious 34B with long, pierced, rose-colored nipples jutting from small, pink areolas. Nikki’s skin is a flawless white, typical of natural redheads. Her 26 inch waist flairs nicely into her 34 inch hips. Nikki’s ass is perfect—soft, smooth and desirous of attention. A tuft of red fluffy silk adorns the mound of her otherwise hairless pussy.



Nikki she loves to have her bare lips and thick, jutting clit pumped and spanked. Still a heavy pisser and gusher, I savor every drop of Nikki’s nectar as well as her caviar. Nikki craves mine as well.



As for me, I’ve been called handsome. I stand right at six feet, my build is athletically defined and well proportioned. My hair is brown, my eyes blue, and I keep my body hairless. When hard I measure eight inches in length and about four inches around. I am very oral and all of my openings are eager to give as well as receive. Nikki’s lubed hand has often called my ass home.



I could expound on our interests and play, but this story is about “The Exchange Program.”



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I placed the overnight letter in the middle of our marble-topped table where I knew it would catch Nikki’s attention the moment she walked through the kitchen door. We always waited to open these together as it keeps the finder in an aroused state until the other got home. As I went for a wine glass, I saw Nikki pull down the driveway to the back of the house. Taking two from the shelf, I took the liberty of pouring a glass for her.



As predicted, Nikki’s eyes went directly to the letter and broke into a devilish grin as she approached me for our customary ‘hello kiss.’ The kiss was always special We call it our sexual mood indicator. Sometimes, I would go directly to my knees and kiss Mistress Nikki’s feet. Nikki would often have me consume her piss that built up since she left work. Other times Nikki would demand I fuck her mouth and empty everything into it.



Tonight Nikki took control by placing one hand behind my head and pulling me into her mouth. Her kiss was hunger. Her mouth opened and closed and I followed suit. Our tongues danced together while Nikki’s other hand was on the crotch of my pants, fondling my growing cock.



Breaking the kiss, Nikki purred, “I see we have a special package. Let’s see what’s in store for us this time.” Our eyes exchanged a few looks as we took our wine to the table. Nikki picked up the envelope as she sat down. These letters seem to have magical powers because Nikki’s eyes always become glassy when she opens and removes its contents.



Taking a sip of wine, Nikki sat back in her chair and began to read. I watched her face for signs of lust and it didn’t take long for her to lift her eyes to mine and give me ‘that look’ along with a knowing smirk. She flipped the page and finished a minute or two later. Without as much as a glance my way, she placed the letter on top of the envelope, stood and moved to the kitchen door.



I could have read the letter myself, but knowing Nikki, I had the feeling I was about to hear it from her seductive, perverted perspective. With her back to me, she locked the door and began to close its shade. As she turned the shade handle, Nikki said in a husky, lust filled voice, “We are being summoned.”



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A few years ago, Nikki and I became members of a private group called “The Exchange Program.” It is a bit like the adult swing ads in that members publish searchable profiles. However, this program is different. If you are summoned you must go. This is purely sexual. If the kinks, desires, needs, and other profile criteria match, you go. Failure to do so means expulsion from the club.



The screening process for membership is very stringent. It includes a background check, various verifications, and an in depth interests survey. There are also the initiation fees as well as the annual dues, which are high enough to keep the non-devotees away. The final step in the application process is a live performance before the selection committee. It is their job to orchestrate potential members through an evening of play based on the profiles provided. They also make sure you fit your profile description (no pictures for everyone’s protection).



Once selected, members are entered into a database and assigned an ID. One can search for others with similar interests, or be the ones searched. Correspondence is handled through “The Exchange Program.” All text, emails, letters, packages go through the program keeping everyones’ identity private.



**** Nikki’s words as she finished closing the shade were heady and my already hard cock twitched.



“We are to lead a young couple into the dark world of filth. The letter states that they both have experimented with scat but need someone to guide them into this realm. They are already avid watersport freaks and feel they are ready to take this step.”



Nikki slipped out of her shoes and walked to the kitchen sink. Closing the shade of its window, she continued. “This makes me so horny. Lord knows the mere idea of shit turns me on. I crave its feel, its texture. Having it rubbed across my body, onto my tits and all over my cunt is so erotic. Sucking a shit covered cock, or snowballing a warm ball with someone makes me cream. The idea of guiding another couple into our depravity is so erotically filthy.”



The pressure in my pants was becoming severe as I envisioned her words; words I had experienced many a time with Nikki. I knew where tonight was going. However, I tried to remain calm and simply sip my wine while listening to Nikki.



Moving to the picture kitchen window, she closed its shades and then turned to face me.



Nikki unzipped the front of her one-piece black sleeveless dress. The zipper ran from the neckline to the bottom of her breasts. It was a perfect for work, casual wear, and ideal for easy removal.



The dress slipped off of her shoulders and down her creamy, white skinned torso. She was panty-less and Nikki’s labia were already glistening with her wet lust. Unhooking the front clasp to her bra, her breasts jiggled slightly as Nikki shrugged her shoulders allowing it to fall to the floor behind her.



Her red-painted talons went to her nipples and started to twist and pull on their piercing posts. Seductively she moved towards me releasing her thick buds when next to me. Nikki dragged her nails up my arms and shoulders and into my hair as she moved behind me. Lowering her mouth to my ear, Nikki assaulted it.



Pre-cum oozed from my balls as her tongue snaked around my ear. Her warm breath was filled with low moans; my ear engulfed by her mouth. One of Nikki’s arms crossed my torso, her hand in search of a nipple. Pulling my shirt open, she quickly found one, twisting and flicking it with those long, sharp nails. My lust soared to another level.



Nikki softly spoke her desires. “You know what I need tonight David.” Her tongue danced into my ear. Her nails digging into my nipple. Shivers ripped through me. “I need filth. The kind we are being summoned for. The kind we both crave. Here…..taste it.”



Nikki had used her other hand to explore her cunt and asshole. Brining two fingers to my mouth, Nikki sensuously rubbed them over my lips. The smell and taste was intoxicating. The blend of her thick cream and the texture from her asshole had me wantonly sucking her fingers clean.



Nikki moved in front of me, pushing between the table and the chair. With both hands, she tore open my shirt and pulled it off of me. Nikki turned her attention to my pants. Forcefully she unclasped them and pulled them, along with my underwear, down to my ankles. As Nikki climbed onto my lap like a stripper, I kicked off my shoes and pants, pushing them under the table.



Using one hand on the back of my neck for support, Nikki went back to her asshole with the other. Grinding her went cunt into my crotch she worked her fingers into her shit hole. Purr-like moans of pleasure escaped from her throat.



Arching her back, she brought one of her long thick nipples to my mouth. Hungrily I sucked in the plump bud, using my tongue and teeth on her captive flesh. My hands were on her ass cheeks, pulling them apart; allowing her fingers to go deeper into her asshole. Nikki’s cunt was soaking my cock and balls.



Without warning, Nikki grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my face away from her nipple. Still straddling me, her eyes locked onto mine. The look was pure dominant lust.



“Tell me what you want!” Nikki commanded. Not waiting for a response, she tugged at my hair again and commanded through clenched teeth. “I asked you a question. Tell me what you want.”



Giving me no time, she released my hair and moved from my lap. Standing before me, Nikki removed her fingers from her brown hole and held them in front of my face. In a slow, controlled tone she spoke, “This is what you want isn’t it?”



“No Mistress Nikki,” I began, “I don’t simply want your essence; I crave your essence. I need it. Let me show you how much I need it.”



A wild smile broke across Nikki’s face. She began to smear the shit collected on her fingers across her nipples. Her other hand went back to her hole to get more for her other breast. Back and forth, from her asshole to her tits. Nikki’s breasts were being coated with shit. The entire time she worked her brown cream into them, she told me how filthy I was to have such desires.



With shit-covered hands, Nikki pulled my face to her breasts and told me to lick them clean; to “taste my shit.” I was in orbit, licking and sucking. The smell and taste consumed me.



Firmly gripping my scalp, Nikki guided my face across her tits, telling me where to lick and suck. Once satisfied her she was sufficiently cleaned, she pulled my head back and brought her mouth to my face. Nikki started to lick her shit from my face. After each swipe, she brought her mouth to mine, pushing in her coated tongue for me to clean.



Nikki stood, examining my face for traces of her essence. Pleased with my efforts, she turned her attention to my cock. “Hmmmmm,” she cooed, “Looks like somebody enjoys tasting my shit.” Nikki scooped a nail-full of pre-cum from my shaft and bought it to my mouth. I eagerly sucked it clean.



“Good boy,” Nikki responded. “Now there’s a job you need to finish.”



Turning to the table, she moved the letter and our wines to the counter. Climbing onto the table, Nikki got on all fours with her ass hunkered down at the table’s edge. Her ass cheeks were spread wide by her position and I could see the mixture of shit and pussy juice shimmering over her entire area. Nikki’s sphincter was puckering and I knew my role.



Pulling my chair as close to the table as possible, I placed my mouth directly onto her swelling bud. My tongue rimmed it and stabbed at it while Nikki pushed. I placed my arms around her legs, grabbing her knees, pulling my face and mouth as deep as possible into her ass.



I could hear Nikki slapping her pussy. With each slap, a squirt of piss and pussy juice shot from her, splashing over us and onto the marble table. Nikki began to moan. I could feel her asshole swell in my mouth. The feeling was incredible. I knew it wouldn’t be long before Nikki’s hole produced its filth.



With a push, a scream, and a torrent stream of piss, Nikki’s shit pushed out of her asshole. Releasing her knees, I backed off slightly, bringing my hands under her ass to catch her oozing essence. Each push brought more, and after each push, I smeared Nikki’s filth over her ass and pussy. This sent Nikki over the edge and into her first orgasm.



Her thick cream mixed with her piss and shit to produce a smooth paste. Nikki collapsed on the table, her hand still rubbing her bulging clit. Waves of pleasure shook her body as mini, after-shock orgasms passed through her.



Using the brown cream as lube, I eased a finger into Nikki’s asshole. Her deep moan told me to keep going. I began to finger fuck her ass, adding another finger every few strokes. By the time I had four fingers involved, Nikki was back on her knees, driving her ass in rhythm with my strokes.



Nikki’s frenzy was building. Turning her head towards me, she spat out her command. “Fuck me. Smear your cock with my shit cream and fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Fuck my ass. Fuck my mouth.”



I pulled my fingers from Nikki’s asshole and stroked her shit over my shaft. Standing behind her, Nikki spread her cheeks apart; her cunt and ass open targets. I slid the head of my cock up and down her soaked lips making sure it teased her clit each time. Nikki was so wet I slipped into her cunt with ease.



With each thrust, Nikki squirted. Her face was now flat on the kitchen table allowing herself to be ground into the table. She loved to be used. The sounds she makes while being fucked fast and hard are animalistic.



“uh, uh, uh, uh, uh…..jesus…yes, yes, fuck me, pound me, use my cunt….yessssss.”



Nikki was delirious when I pulled out of her. Lifting her from the table, I pulled her onto my lap, turning her towards me in a straddling position as I sat back down on the chair. Nikki’s arms were around my neck, her head next to mine. She was mumbling, “Fuck my ass…. shove your cock up my hole… fuck me.”



Positioning my cock head at her entrance, I felt Nikki open her hole and my dick slid in. The warmth and tightness were incredible. Nikki bucked her hips back and forth, her shit smeared cheeks gliding over my upper thighs and groin. My cock was being massaged by her colon. I wasn’t sure how long I would last.



A few minutes later I cried out, “I am near, I am so near.”



Nikki jumped off of me and went directly to her knees between my legs. Her mouth surrounded my cock; a cock covered with piss, shit, pussy juice and pre-cum. One hand stroked my rock hard shaft as the other urged the cum from my ball sack.



Moments later, I exploded. I shot at least a half dozen streams into her mouth. Nikki’s hands milked it all from me. My orgasms aren’t as vocal as hers, but my body was shaking from its intensity.



When Nikki had it all she restraddled me and brought her mouth to mine. We embraced, our mouths opened, and Nikki push my load back to me. We snowballed for at least two or three minutes. We were literally spent and just basking in out afterglow. Our hands caressed one another. Finally, we swallowed and finished with a deep kiss.



Nikki pulled back a bit and we both smiled. “That was soooo nasty, soooo dirty. I loved every minute of it,” she said, giving my forehead a tender kiss. “Let’s get cleaned up and put together our plan for our soon to be new friends.”



We both stood up and looked around at the mess we just made. We both chuckled and sighed at the same time. If only this would clean itself. We found our wines and sipped them while we collected ourselves. After a few minutes we started on our way to the bathroom.



Nikki told me she had to piss again. She asked if I would ‘be a doll’ and drink it down for her. My response was “Gladly.”



This was going to be fun.



…to be continued.

Warning, the following scene contains elements that some readers may find distasteful. This includes: non-consensual intercourse, humiliation, anal, pain, force, and scat. If you find the above offensive, please read no further.









I grunted in time as Uncle Jim fucked my filthy ass. I was leaned over the stone faced balcony, looking out over the family’s vast lands, with the mansion at my back. The wide and irregular stone top of the rail-like half wall was pressed into my belly. It was wide enough to sit on, and took most of the space between my hips and ribs. The rough texture tugged and scrapped at me, my thin sun dress little protection from the stone. The cool breeze against my pert, bared breasts was unsettling, knowing that at least two staff members were watching, and at least one was masturbating to me.



Uncle Jim pulled out of me again, and I was hoping that he was through. He’d just came a few minutes ago, in my mouth, but I somehow thought that he was up for a second round instead of a little cool down fucking. I could feel a little bit of loose, runny shit run down my leg when he pulled out, and I suppressed a shutter. Doubtlessly, he wanted to fuck my mouth some more. Every time he pulled out of my ass, he stuck it back in my mouth. I couldn’t get rid of the cloying taste of my own shit, and he’d already smeared my mouth and cheeks with the filth. It was revolting. I was rightfully disgusted, and I’d guess that I should be crying in horror too. But I wasn’t. I could make this stop anytime I wanted. Sure, I’d loose my inheritance, my home, and nearly everything that was important to an eighteen year old heiress, but I could make it stop. What I couldn’t understand was why this horrible treatment, this virtual rape, was turning me on. In a way, it made it all even worse.



I didn’t want to get slapped again, or get yanked around harshly by my hair, so I pulled my fingers out of my twat, and turned around to face my Uncle. He was handsome of course, in that bad-boy way, with his leather jacket, jeans, and dark smoldering eyes. There was a smudge of white powder beneath his nose that wasn’t there when we’d started. I must have missed him snorting up some coke. It was one of his favorite drugs from what I’d heard. I glanced down at his impressively large, and long cock, which wore a dark brown smeared mask of my shit. I didn’t wait to be hurt, I dropped to my knees, to let him stick it in my mouth again. I shouldn’t be turned on by this. It was disgusting, and so bad, it had just made me throw up. But my mouth dropped open on its own, and my mouth watered in anticipation of that stinking thing going back into my mouth. There had to be something wrong with me.



Jim just smiled his crooked smile, and stepped forward, smoothly sliding that disgusting thing into my mouth. I gagged and retched at the taste, but I kept from throwing up. I let him start fucking my mouth. I kept my eyes open, and looked up at him as he slid in and out of me. “You know, I wasn’t planning on fucking your mouth again…” he chuckled, “but you were just so cute down there, I didn’t want to disappoint you.”



I didn’t quite know what to make of what he said, what kind of game he might be playing, but I didn’t want to risk his anger. He’d already left me with welts all across my backside, and a powerful slap across my face. I stayed put, letting that thick cock slide between my lips. My drool ran down and along it, turning brown before reaching his balls, and then dangling in long brown strands between his legs. My loose, watery shit piled up on my lips, scraping his skin into a somewhat cleaner condition, and depositing the foul brown stuff a few inches down from the head. I’d never learned how to deep throat, and all of his attempts to slide into my throat had left me close to heaving onto his lap, so he’d stopped. At least he wasn’t trying to do that to me now. It seemed that he didn’t mind shit, but that vomit turned him off.



He pulled away, and I stood back up. I went to resume my place against the rail, but he grabbed me by the shoulder when I started to turn. “Nope. That’s getting boring. I wanna be able to look at your tits while we fuck.”



He backed me up to the rail, and then slid his hands around my legs, just beneath my ass. My breath hissed as he slide across the welts he’d given be earlier. I clenched and shuddered, making a whimpering moan as he lifted me up, and put all of my weight on my burning ass. My eyes watered as I quickly threw my arms around his neck, and pulled, taking some of the weight off his hands. Then I felt him settling me down on that harsh stone. He pulled my simple white panties off, stained with spatters of brown now, and left them dangling on one foot against my white, strappy pump. I whimpered and virtually hyperventilated as he slide and pulled me into the position he wanted me in. Tears were falling hard from my eyes from the pain by the time he had me settled, mostly of my weight on one leg along the rail, and the other leg held out above the deck, where my panties dangled. My asshole was exposed, as was my pussy.



Uncle Jim took his filthy cock by the base, and pressed the large head against my asshole again. Because of the jostling around, and maybe clenching up in pain too, it had tightened back up, almost as tight as it was when he first started fucking it. He took no mercy on me though, and pushed hard against it. I squealed, and clung tighter to his neck as that large cock pushed all the way into me. He gave me a few strokes, and my asshole, burning like fire, clenched him spastically and hard. He actually chuckled, right to my face, the devil himself seeming to possess him.



“Oh yeah, that feels great… but you know, if you don’t relax back there, I might rip it. You don’t want a bloody asshole, do you?”



Unable to find my voice, I just shook my head. He leaned back a bit, still mostly sheathed deep in my ass, and took a long appraising look at me. I was tall, long and thin, with that tight-bodied, thin look that was all the rage among the starlets and models. It was that nearly anorexic look that all the old people seemed to panic about on Oprah and Dr. Oz. My breasts were small, firm, and jutted away from my body, giving the illusion that they were far larger then mere B cups. Perhaps the only surprise was the shock of pubic hair above my sex. My boyfriend Kyle, has a thing about pubic hair, so I keep some on his account, but I keep my lower golden curls short, and trimmed into a tidy triangle.



Uncle Jim’s eyes settled on my pussy, and I followed his eyes down. My clit was as big as I’ve ever seen it, engorged to look almost like a tiny cock, and my puffy pussy lips were spread open, like a cobra’s hood. Despite some shit smeared on it, I can clearly see the pink of my pussy against my tanning-bed bronzed skin. His hand follow his eyes to my pussy. He took my clit between his thumb and finger, and gently jacked the hood back and forth on it. My eyes closed, and I leaned my head back, moaning in pleasure. The pain in my ass from both the stone, and the cock, seemed to subside as he played with me. Then he moved further down, and effortlessly slid two fingers deep into my weeping pussy. My cunt grabbed his fingers hard, and held them deep inside for a moment, before relaxing. I drew my breath in hard when he penetrated me, and vaguely moaned, “Yeah…”



I cursed my luck when he pulled his fingers out of me, and then felt him slowly drawing his cock out as well. I opened my eyes again, looking down to see what he was up to. I was hoping that he wasn’t going to make me get down off of the wall again to suck his cock; it really hurt getting up on the unforgiving stone, and it would be torture to have to keep hopping up and down from the perch. I just watched, and hoped he wouldn’t get mean with me again.



His cock was disgusting. It was literally dripping with dark brown filth. I could barely make out the ridge behind the head, and couldn’t even see the big veins running its length. He grabbed himself by the base of his cock with the hand that he’d just had on my pussy, apparently getting ready to push it back into me. He looked up into my eyes then, and I returned the look. He looked possessed with a sly animal cunning, and untold lust. His smoldering eyes told me that right now, that I was the only person in the world as far as he was concerned. He wanted me, had wanted me for a long time, and finally had me. And he was going to keep at this until he was satiated in my flesh. Then I felt that spongy cock head against me. He put it right between my lips, and pushed that dirty cock right in to my pussy. He wasn’t forceful, but my body swallowed him right up, as it seemed to push all the air out of my body. My head swam, and I felt like I might come again, as my pussy contracted around his cock. I couldn’t believe that he was doing this to me, pushing shit deep into my pussy, and I couldn’t believe that I was letting him instead of trying to claw his face off. I had always had a crush on him, but I had never imagined having this kind of sex with him, or with anyone. It was so nasty and forbidden. It felt like… well, it felt like that incredible manic rush I felt the first time I tried coke. Yet, at the same time, I knew damn well that I didn’t want this. I was still conflicted, and I could feel my face contorted into something that showed both lust and disgust. Then he started pumping me. I grunted in time with his thrusts, and closed my eyes, leaning my head back. I could feel how dirty I was. I could feel that extra layer of filth inside of me, how it squished around and dripped out of me.



I could come like this. I almost wanted to come like this, except that it would be more validation on the fact that I could be treated worse then the worst ghetto whore by my sick uncle, and like it. I fought against the orgasm, and tried to push it away. I tried to focus on how he was defiling my body, and how gross it was to feel my own squishy shit up inside of my pussy. Then, finally, he was done, pulling his throbbing cock out of me. With relief, I opened my eyes, and quickly glanced down at it. I thought that I’d see cum leaking out of the tip or something, but instead, I saw his hand on his base, and he was pointing that thing at my asshole again. He pushed it in, and we both groaned at the different sensation. The slight throbbing heat and pain of anal made my pussy clench involuntarily, and my clit throbbed to the beat of my pounding heart. He took me, and it hurt far less then it had before. I grunted in time with him, with each thrust into my tight, dirty ass. I could feel the soft squishy beer shit sloshing around him, a feeling that wasn’t all that dissimilar to when he’d been in my pussy. I hated to admit it, but it felt good. It felt like I could come again like this, like I did the first time. Before a few minutes ago, I’d never cum to anal before. It took my uncle fucking my ass, when I was dirty and full of loose shit, to get me to cum to anal. I wondered if that was the difference between now, and when my boyfriend did me in the ass. Was the shit, the filthy depravity of it, what pushed me over the edge before?



He pulled out, and taking himself by the base again, he pushed quickly into my pussy. I gasped and nearly squealed, wanting to instantly cum. He pulled entirely out then, and shoved himself all the way into my ass, filling me completely, until his balls were against my welted ass. Back and forth, he fucked me like that, one deep stroke in my ass, and then one deep stroke in my cunt. I closed my eyes again, and leaned back, putting my weight on my hand. I couldn’t believe he was doing this to me. I couldn’t believe he was going to make me cum like this, but if he didn’t stop, he would. I was so dreadfully close, just barely clinging on.



Then he paused, his cock in my pussy, and his large hand slid along my cheek and past my ear, to the back of my head. He grabbed me by a handful of hair, and gently pulled me forward. My eyes were open, looking into his. He wasn’t angry, but was sweating, and had that animal intensity in his eyes still. He pulled me forward until our foreheads met, and there was only an inch between our eyes. Then he cocked his head in one direction, obviously intent on kissing me on the mouth. I could have resisted, and maybe I should have, but in that instant, I wanted that kiss. I turned my head the opposite direction, and leaned in to him. Our mouths met, and it was like an electric current passed through me. He kissed me deeply, yearningly, like I’d never been kissed before. It ended all too quickly though, and he pulled away slightly.



“You taste like shit,” he told me, with that evil little cockeyed grin on his face. It was like being cold cocked. In that moment, I flooded with so many conflicting emotions, I could have exploded. I was just about to kick him away from me, to hell with the consequences, when he spoke again, in a mere whisper. “I like it.”



His mouth was on mine in a flash, and I leaned into him, giving myself fully to him. He pounded into me hard with that shitty cock, and as I pressed my breasts against his strong chest, I came harder then I’d ever come before. It was like the Earth moved, like I was some place between one moment and the next, where time stood still, and pleasure pulsed through me. I don’t know how long I clenched him or clenched to him, but when it was over, I was still crying out, and my arms and legs where wrapped around him.



He pulled away, and easily pushed his cock back into my ass again. He lifted me off of the rail, and held me in his arms, supporting my weight with his hands on my blistered ass, as he pounded into my dirty backside. I scarcely felt the pain, like it was happening to someone else. My dirty pussy rubbed against his open button fly jeans, and I scarcely noticed that either, except for a slight sensation of pleasure and pain. I wanted him to cum again, needed to feel it deep inside of me. His eyes were tightly shut, and the sweat dripped violently down his face as he thrust over and over again into my overused ass. Then he clenched, and for a moment it looked like he was having a heart attack. Then he grunted out, and I felt a sudden spreading warmth in my ass, and knew he was cumming. He came for what seemed like a long time, spreading more and more warmth into me. Then, he finally finished, and set me back down on my feet. I had never been used so hard in my life. I felt physically numb, high, happy, and just plain dirty. I needed a shower.



I yearned again for my bottled water that I’d dropped to the lawn below, but it was too late for that. On shaky legs, I walked over to the rail, and leaned against it again, supporting myself on it so I wouldn’t fall. A moment later, my uncle joined me. My tits were still out, and so was his filthy cock. He pulled out a pack of whatever expensive French cigarettes he smoked, and lit one up. Without a word, he passed it over to me, and I gladly took it. He lit another, and we both smoked in silence, staring out over the yards. I saw that fucking Mexican gardener that had been watching us early walking away, toward one of the outbuildings. I didn’t see the other one, the one that had been below us. I’d have them both fired. Maybe I could even get them to be whipped before being fired – they were illegal, it wasn’t like they could go to the cops to complain. Make an example out of them for the rest of the staff.



After a few minutes, Uncle Jim walked away, and went and retrieved my simple white panties. Schoolgirl panties was what I liked calling them. They were splotched with shit here and there, but overall, weren’t in too bad a condition. He kneeled behind me, and lifted up one of my feet, to start putting my panties back on me. I sort of didn’t want them on, but they were less dirty then my ass and pussy. It would be better to wear them for now then to drip shit through the house before I could get to my bathroom. I let my uncle slip them all the way up me, and let him run his hand all the way up my legs like a lover would. I winced only when he touched my welted ass, but that was only from the pain, not from the idea of letting him touch me there.



Then I realized that he was still kneeling behind me, not moving. He hadn’t pulled my dress down yet, so he had a clear view of my ass. Surly, he wasn’t up to a third round? I flicked my cigarette butt away, way out into the lawn, and glanced back at him. “What are you doing?”



“I want to see my cum in your panties,” he said, giving me a devilish grin. “Uh… push for me. Let my cum soak into your panties.”



“Uh… no… I don’t want to risk it. I might shit myself.”



“I wasn’t asking. Remember what I said before? And it would be a tragedy to quit now. Just this one more little thing, and I’m done with you.”



He turned to stare at my ass again. Standing where I was, I tried pushing, but all that happened was that I managed to piss myself a little, by accident. “Oh, wrong hole, but that was still pretty cool. Try squatting down.”



I squatted, and he got even lower to the ground, to watch me. I tried pushing, but nothing happened at first. Then he pulled my butt-cheeks apart, to my painful whimper. Then I pushed again, and I let go a deep, nasty fart. He just laughed and told me to try again. I pushed a second time, and suddenly felt thick, hot moisture flow across my ass and pussy. I had just shit myself.



“Ew…” he laughed, and pushed his hand up against my shitty crotch. He worked it in, messaging back and forth, spreading my filth all across me, and even pushed the gusset of my panties deep into my pussy. Then, he finally stood up, and wiped his hand across my dress before letting it finally fall to cover my upper legs.



“Okay, now I’m through with you. But your dad’s gonna be home in an hour or two, so you need to wait for him. Go up to his study, and sit across from his desk, and wait for him. No cleaning up. No going to the bathroom. No eating or drinking. He’s gonna want you just like that.”



“What!?”



“You heard me. He’s gonna want to see what I did to you. You have to wait for him, just like that. I told you, there’s gonna be hell to pay if you want to keep your inheritance.”



“But… this is so wrong. I’m all nasty, and oh god, he’s gonna see me covered in my own shit, and shit wiped on my face, and everything! This is too gross. Oh god, I don’t think I can do this.”



“Oh, you’ll do it, if you know what’s good for you.”



I tried to hold back the tears, but they were threatening. Idly, and with a bit of surprise, I watched Uncle Jim. He tucked his dirty cock back in his pants, and then walked over to the deck’s faucet, and rinse his hands and face. He didn’t go in the house. Instead, he just walked down the deck toward the driveway. As he walked away, my heart sank. Feeling dirty, humiliated, and abandoned, I straightened up my dress, and had a good, long cry.



Once I felt a bit better, and the sobs had stopped, I also rinsed my hands at the faucet. I wasn’t going to get shit smeared all over the doorknobs and stair railings in the mansion. Other than that, I didn’t clean up any further. I left my face shit stained.



I walked slowly through the sprawling house, trying to keep my head down, but I kept seeing servants out of the corners of my eye. None of them approached me or said anything to me. Maybe they were trying to be as invisible as I was, but I couldn’t help but feel like I was being stared at. I was sure that this would be the whispered gossip they’d tell each other for years to come. I could just die.



I reached my father’s study, and let myself in. I sat down across from his expansive mahogany desk. If I remembered correctly, it was some sort of French antique, a gift from some Marquis or something. It had been in the family for a long time at any rate. Some with the delicate chair I was sitting in, doubtlessly pressing my shit into the fabric. I might even be ruining the chair, I don’t know how well shit comes out of embroidered material that’s over a century old.

I awoke when she shifted slightly, interrupting my dreamy sleep. I must have been asleep for a couple of hours. I don’t know when she came to bed, I seem to remember falling asleep alone at about midnight. There she lay, flayed out on her back, white nightshirt barely hiding her beautiful nipples, naked from the waist down, legs slightly open, breathing softly.



“Hmmmmmm,” I nuzzled up to her, attempting to wake her. She moved a little, then squirmed, turning over, away from me. I wrapped my arms around her, crawling a little onto her back, I buried my nose into the nape of her neck, wriggling her long brown hair out of the way. As I began to lick her skin, she stirred.



“Hmmmmm,” she whispered, “no….. I’m asleep, I’m tooooo…”



I tasted her scent, her salty flavor behind her ears, then gently flirted along the lines of her ear, inside. I tasted something strange. I licked her skin and savored the nectar. It wasn’t her. I know her taste, the delicious perfume, her sweat, her damp beads. I’ve sucked and have drunk them in for over three years. Her smells and tastes have a signature, like a good scotch, you just know it. Something wasn’t right.



“Di. Baby love, Di. What’s that on you? Wake up. Now bitch! What’s that?”



“Hmmmmm. What’s what?”



I moved away suddenly, “That’s not you. There’s something else on you. Your scent. Where were you? Were you with someone else? Tell me. Shit. Slut, what’s going on?”



We were living together, had been for awhile, but had also slipped off occasionally with others, sometimes women, sometimes men; always old tangled relationships, never pick-ups. Tonight we had dinner with Red, my old super flame, the man I truly felt I could love, if he wasn’t so elusive. I stopped sleeping with him a while ago to focus on being with her. He and I made electricity, we lit up the universe with our physical passion, we totally made crazy love fire. Red turned me on to so many amazing and filthy, lovely acts; I will always deeply yearn for him. But it had been too much for me, probably him too, especially since he lived far away, sometimes in New York, sometimes in Europe, hard to pin down.



Dinner had been great, so nice to see him and share him with Di. He invited us to dine at his hotel, he was in town for some business. We drank a lot, as usual, a couple of really expensive bottles. I had an important meeting in the morning and besides, I was on the blood menses and starting having these bad cramps in the middle of dinner. It had started really well, with cocktails and all of us laughing, I had actually thought about ending it with a threesome, the current love of my life, Di, and the only man who ever really understood me totally, a man who I was eternally drawn to.



But the evening went downhill. I went to the bathroom twice to take some pills and change my engorged tampon. After the headaches came on, I knew I needed to leave. I just excused myself, taking a cab home. Di said she’d stay awhile and don’t wait up. I saw them looking at each other across the table and the thought did occur to me that anything was possible; I mean Red wasn’t committed to me, we made that clear over the years. I was confident that our shared love (Di and myself) was strong enough to keep us bound but in some devious way I probably hoped they would get together. Who knows how the mind works? All I know is… I went to bed alone, she woke me up, and now a foreign scent was on her.



“Di, you fucked him, didn’t you? You fucked Red. Fucking Cunt. Tell me. I don’t mind if you did, I will mind if you lie. Please tell me.”



“Hmmmmmmmmm. Yeahhh. He did. I mean…. Yeah, he did. I’m sorry Sar…. honey, I’m sorry, he said you of all people would understand…”



“Oh shit, are you serious? What did you think I would say?” I was more surprised, almost delighted, than mad. There was a little sense of betrayal, but it was fleeting. “What did you do?”



“We were drunk, you left. I went to his room. Oh honey, come on, don’t be angry.” She was wide awake now.



I moved over to her and rolled her on her stomach, straddling her, sitting on her ass, which was round, shapely, and gorgeous. I pinned her arms down and sniffed deeply into her neck. I was awake now, my pussy felt full of mensie gunk, but I no longer had my cramps, in fact, I was horny, I wanted to hear this story. I now felt I needed to be part of it. I breathed around her neck, toward her lips.



“Shit, Di. That’s Red. I know that smell. He’s been fucking licking my girlfriend,” I shouted incredulously.



She broke from my grip and turned around, catching my mouth with hers, holding a long kiss. “It was nothing. It was fun, you’ve got to forgive me,” she murmured. She kissed me again, I relaxed in her mouth, our tongues finding each other in familiar knots.



“Why?” I moaned, getting heated.



She broke away, panting, “I just felt a connection with him instantly. Like you told me how you felt when you first met him. It’s like I couldn’t get away. Also, I haven’t had a cock in over a year. Felt great. But love, don’t worry, I’m yours. I’m always yours.”



“You put his cock in your pussy? You just opened up for him?” I yelled. “You fucking slut!” I lashed out at her, kind of jokingly, but also with some anger. I threw her over on her stomach, her perfect buns in the air, and I slapped them hard.



“Ohhh! Oww! Bitch!” she yelped. I slapped them really hard for about 30 seconds.



“Ohhhh, no, Sarah…. Stop, please,” she pleaded.



It only increased my fury and I spanked more, sometime playfully, but mostly with force, reddening her cheeks until she started sobbing. The smacking sound turned me on. I wanted inside her. She was full of someone else’s fluids, someone else’s love, someone else’s thick cum. Red’s liquid love. I wanted that.



I brusquely moved her onto her back and sliding her shirt up, I pulled my face onto those impossibly ripe and pink tits, the right one which I pulled into my mouth, suckling and stretching the now stiffening nipple. She moaned. I began biting, and was not gentle. She moaned louder.



Why was I the one about to pleasure my slut of a girlfriend who just cheated on me with my former lover? Who knows why, but I did. Instead of feeling vengeful or contemptuous, I felt really horny and to tell the truth, downright nasty. Maybe I wanted to have a piece of Red myself, feeling I had missed out on the fun. Besides, I got out my anger on her fiery ass mounds, which began blazing bright red in the dim light.



“I’m going to clean you up, Bitch,” I mused.



“Oh, Doll, don’t, you won’t want to, don’t… ” she responded, but I started biting her nipple harder, stretching it hard away from the breast. It was long and elastic and her pain was palpable. I know she liked this teasing. She groaned a little and her mouth found the fingers of my hand as I let go of her tit and I started moving my kisses down her belly, circling her navel. She was sucking my fingers slowly as my tongue found her folds, still wet and very warm.



The flavor was stronger than usual, expectedly fishy, her heat rising from within. I focused on her clit, taking it between my lips, my tongue dancing around its hardness. Her deep moaning began. I took it deep in my mouth and began biting it, at first playfully.



“Noooo, too hard,” she groaned. But her hips kept moving gyrations. I bit harder.



“How was Red, bitch?” I played, whispering, “Did you come? How did you come?” I bit harder, the clit was solid and sticking high.



“No, please, stop. I love you. Too hard!!”



I increased the pressure really hard and as she screamed, she spat my mouth off her pussy and ended up bucking her ass in my face. I pulled my hand down and jammed a finger into her wet twat, scribing circles while pumping in and out in a slow rhythm.



She lost herself in the gratefulness of her clit being released and her moans were now all pleasure. Her button asshole ground against my lips now, her legs pulled back. She pushed and my tongue went in between the crack, licking her mushy starfish.



I now was getting hot myself, wearing a nightshirt and panties, getting damp. I didn’t want to lose the moment by taking off anything so continued to dig deeper into her brown hole. It opened slightly as I added another finger to her moistened quim.



“Oh, ummmm,” she breathed, “that’s nice, deeper, oh love….”



Her backend, usual tight, was unusually loose and my tongue went in easily, I instinctively pushed it deep… the rubbery texture was almost without form and it felt like a jellied hole sucked me in.



My precious Diane was moaning in deep pleasure now, her vaginal walls being torqued right and left, in and out with my fingers, while my mouth sought to please her stinkhole. I pushed into her brownie hard, seeking her deepest place, knowing how much she loved that. It danced circles around the rim, went in, flew out, shot in again and ringed her folds. Her cunt started shuddering and she brought her hand down to meet my hammering fingers as her orgasm began. Her hips started bucking, each thrust slamming her ass against my lips. As she bucked, her heaving asshole began spurting a gooey liquid into my mouth in orgasmic rhythm!



I tasted the liquid, a thick squishy salty spit. I knew that taste, I recalled instantly. My tongue pistoned an inch into her exquisite behind with each heave, then slammed out, a spurt of jism, back in, and it repeated for about 10 seconds! Her ass was ejaculating into me, I was giving an anal blow job to a woman and I drank it all! Holy Shit!



Her colon distended wide and shining red, glistening with anal moisture. After the mangling, her hole had no form and things just slid out onto my face, she lost any control to keep her bulk insider her, it wormed and poured out, some liquid, some hunky, bits of his white cum dotting the brown. With a final exertion, she bucked her ass against my face, gluing my tongue inside her shithole and pulled back slowly, pulling her fingers and mine out of her drenched pussy. A long strand of goo stretched nearly 12 inches from her bunger to my mouth. It broke and dripped onto the bed. I licked it up and I tasted spunk. MAN SPUNK! Fucking MAN SPUNK!



It dribbled out of my mouth, big long globs of it, strung together in a pale white shimmer, sliding down my chin. I carefully lapped it off my own face as it dawned on me what happened: Red had fucked her ass deep until he filled it! He poured his fucking man cum into her divine rectum while I was suffering with my fucking period cramps. Bastard! I still loved him, I realized in that moment of great confusion, passion, lust, love. She ejaculated his cum into me, fuckin’ awesome.



I re-entered her freshly fucked steamy rump, tongue-probed her rectum, savoring the fluid, Red’s fluid mixed with my lover’s insides.



“Oh, Sarah, I love you, forgive me, I love you so much, that was too much, ohhhhhh…” she whispered, falling back to earth. She was still on her back, her breathing coming down a bit and now I couldn’t get enough of it. Rather than let her rest, my engine was roaring; I went totally inside her and began sucking her anus, her hole.



“ummmmmm, ohhhh, no more…,” she cried, but what happened next surprised us both. She pulled back her cheeks to give me more access, and her sphincter muscles flexed tightly to suddenly expel all the remaining come into my mouth, which I caught and swallowed. Nothing tasted so good. Ohhhhh. Then in the midst of my ecstasy, with a tremendous burst of gas, her ass shot something hard, a little clump of chocolate into my mouth!



Without knowing, she shat a come-covered turf into me. I had enough patience to swirl the marble around my mouth, sucking the sperm juice off her shit nugget, tasting its essence, before biting into the truffle, exploding my senses with her rectal bitterness. Now my own slit was beginning to drip, my panties getting wet, my saliva was coating her shit. Her sweet tight bunger, now a stretched scream, the goo strings sticking to my lips like pizza cheese, Oh, Di, I love you, you slithered… this is the most you!



I now was ravaging hot, and crawled up alongside her. I pushed my heated slit against her naked come-soaked genitals and we kissed. Our mouths met again and I pushed some remaining brown into her mouth, wiping her teeth. A big loogey of cum string hung between my mouth and hers, some residue from her ass melting alongside it.



“Oh Sarah, Sarah, I’m sorry, please…,” she murmured within our locked embrace.



She then quickly pulled off and moved to get up.

Diane walked back in, and took off her panties.



“Slave, come here, I need to pee.”



“Diane, I accept your offer, I will go home tonight, tomorrow I will come back with my clothes and other personal necessities and live with you for a while.”Bridget said.



“How was your ride?” Diane asked with a smile.



“Satisfying, I am good for a while.”



Bridget answered with a wink and mouthing great.



After the departure of her friend, she ordered him to bed to be face sat. When his tongue was deep in her ass, and she was checking her e-mails.



“Slave, do not get your hopes up, I do not like to fuck, we will keep on going with your education in the art of cunnilingus and analingus.”



“Good news! We have a rendezvous with my lawyer tomorrow at 3 P.M. After presenting, your resignation tomorrow you should meet me at my office. Get on the floor I want to sleep.”



He opened his eyes to see her cute ass coming down on his face; he opened his mouth in the nick of time as she was starting to pee.



“I nearly caught you unprepared.”



She said laughing.



“I want scramble eggs, toasts and coffee.”



She got up and went in the shower.



He shaved, washed himself and prepared her breakfast. She walked in wearing a marine mini skirt and matching jacket on a white blouse, with black high heels. She looked so desirable. He was in position waiting for her. She lifted her skirt lowered her panties and sat on his mouth.



He could see her back with her pony tail moving a little. He was so excited, she was so sexy. As he was pushing his tongue in her asshole, his stomach growled.



“Good you are hungry. Not that it matter’s”



She said as she pushed a stool out. She moved her asshole back and forth while feeding him. She loved the feeling of his lips on her asshole, but she wanted to coat his teeth this morning. Soon she would have him chewing more of it, but first she wanted his signature on the contract, and on his will.



He opened his throat again, expecting a healthy bowel movement. He was right she had a lot this morning. Her rocking on him had puffed out his cheek. He felt bloated again. After cleaning her, she got up.



“Hurry up, we are leaving right now.”



She was not in a hurry; she only wanted him to have the taste of her shit in his mouth when he met his boss at the bank. She dropped him at the bus stop.



He could not use the toilet and had to ride on the bus with his horrible breath, feeling queasy, fighting hard to keep his breakfast down. He got off the bus and walked toward the bank.



He passed his tongue on his teeth and they felted like they had a small coat of her shit on them. He grab a tissue and swabbed the front teeth, as he suspected, it came out brown and smelled bad.



He entered the little restaurant beside the bank and went directly to the restroom; he sat down, just in time and emptied himself, in front of the mirror he cleaned his teeth as much as he could.



He was late, again, when he got at the bank and asked for a meeting with his boss Clair, a brunette of average height and weight, with a great smile. He went to her office right away.



“You are late; we had a meeting last week, advising you of the dire consequences you would incurred, if it happened again. Didn’t you understand that I have to terminate you?”



“I understood, I am here to resign, here is my letter.”



He said as he gave her his letter.



“It will be simpler this way, no fuss. You know that when we get out of this office, we will go to your desk; you will take your personal belonging and leave the premises. The good news is you have two weeks of vacation due. It shall be deposited in your account within three weeks.”



She said, enforcing the rules.



“Thank you for your understanding, I enjoyed working with you.”



He called his Mistress office and got her voice mail. It was 9 am. So he returned to the restaurant and ordered eggs and bacon and a coffee. His first real food since last Friday at lunch, before he could sip his sweet smelling cup of coffee. He was not that hungry, he wanted to taste real food.



“Surprise, you will not have time for this, my attorney called and the papers are ready, we can have everything done by ten. Wait for me by the car.”



When the order arrived she ate a little bit, drank the coffee, paid and left. He did not saw her arrive behind him. She unlocked the doors and said:



“Get in, we will talk on the way to Becky’s office.”



She got in behind the wheel saying to him;



“You are not to eat food unless I say so, are you hungry? I think I fed you a large load this morning. Have you been sick?”



“No, Mistress, I am not hungry, I have not been sick either. I only wanted to taste real food, and drink a coffee. I apologize for disobeying your orders. I promise to obey you.”



He said with tears in his eyes.



“We will see if you can earned your redemption, I will think about it.”



Diane said with a crooked smile.



They met with Becky and Alice her personal assistant who was requested to stay to witness his signature.



“Thank you Becky, for acting so fast on my request.” Diane said.



“I used the forms that my slave signed, I only needed your names to fill the blanks” Becky said.



They sat down at the table and he signed his life over to her and made her his sole heir, on his will. Alice signed as witness and Becky offered Diane a drink to celebrate.



She accepted after ordering:



“Slave on your knees beg Becky and Alice for the privilege of cleaning their ass.”



He got on his knees and begged Becky to let him clean her ass.



“Diane, you are a Lady, come here slave. Put your head on my chair” Becky said.



She lifted her dress, lowered her panties and sat on his face. She moved a bit forward to position her asshole on his mouth.



“Get your tongue in, show me how good you are.”



“Becky, can I leave him with you for a couple of hours? I need to go shopping. That way he can service Alice too.”



“Of course Diane, we are closing at five today, so take your time.”



“Thank you Becky. Slave you have to obey their command as if it was me.”



She got up and left.



She was mad at him for going to the restaurant, after the bank. She had followed him discreetly. She had expected him to try to get some food. He still had to learn how to obey. Therefore, he needed to fear the consequences. Pain was not her favorite but she would have to dispense some to get to her goal. Those were her thought when she walked in the sex shop.



“Hi, can I help you?” The saleswoman asked.



“Yes, I am looking for a whip that will sting him, and I need a toilet box for him when I entertain friends”



“Hello Diane, what are you doing here?” Bridget asked.



“I can ask the same question.” Diane answered with a smile.



“It was supposed to be a surprise, I want a chastity device for him, to keep him horny.” Bridget said.



“Good idea, I am buying a whip and a toilet box. He disobeyed me this morning, so I will have to apply a little discipline. Anyhow he has signed everything without questions. He belongs to me now. He has nothing left in his name.” Diane said.



The saleswoman came back with a selection of whips and a deluxe toilet box.



“If you want to try the whips I have a sub in the back office that you can use. The toilet box is the only one I have left in stock, if it is too expensive I can order one for you from this catalogue.”



“Witch one would you recommend, I want a stinger, he needs to fear it.” Diane said.



“This is the one I have at home, he calls it the corrector. I use it to correct his ways. I do not have to strained myself, a few hits and he behaves.” The saleswoman said with a smile.



Bridget took it in her hand and hit her tight. It stung and she winced.



“Diane you should take it, if you do not I will.” Bridget said



Then she asked the saleswoman for a chastity belt for him.



“What size do you want.” The saleswoman asked



Bridget turned to Diane:



“You know him better than me. How big is he?”



“He is 5 feet 6 inches tall, has a six inches penis and average size balls.” Diane said.



“What is his waist measurement?” the saleswoman asked.



“He wears men jeans, size 28. The legs are usually too long.” Diane answered.



“OK, I have got one for the little runt, it is easy to clean, He does it when he takes a shower. With this adaptor you can fit a dildo on it and ride him for your pleasure.” She said with a grin.



“Can it be locked on him?” Bridget asked.



“Here are the two keys, I suggest to get a spare key made and kept in a safe place.”



“You are a good saleswoman.” Diane said as she was paying for her items.



“Are you the owner?” Bridget asked.



“Half of it, the sub I offered to test the whip on his my, sometimes, silent partner.” She said laughing.



They got out and went to the coffee shop.



“Where is he? Have you hidden him in the trunk of your car?” Bridget asked.



“No I left him with Becky, my attorney. He will appreciate us better. She likes to step on her slave balls. So she probably had her assistant sit on his mouth to muffle his scream. Of course they probably used him as the toilet he is.”



“I have packed two suitcases, they are in my car. So I am ready to move in. I told my neighbors that I was going on a trip, and ask if they could keep an eye on my apartment.” Bridget said.



“Here are your keys to my house; you can have the bedroom beside mine. You will be closer if you need to use him at night. I will see you at home.” Diane said leaving Bridget at her car.



“Clean me.”



Diane heard Alice say as she was opening the door of the office. Alice was at her desk with her pants down, seated on his face looking delighted. She saw Diane and smiled.



“Thank you, so much Miss Morgan; I never used a human toilet before. It is a great moment that I will remember a long time.”



“Becky had to go meet a customer and says thank you for leaving him here. She says that you have trained him well and I agree.”



Alice was saying, getting up and pulling on her pants.



His face was red and his eyes were red rimmed. He had cried she was sure. Her car was parked underground, he walked on the tip of his toes, his balls were painful.



“Get in the trunk, you are a slave and I am still mad at you.”



She leisurely drove home by the scenic route; it took an hour instead of ten minutes. She let him out in her garage.



“On your knees I need to pee. I have bought a toilet box for my friends to use you. You can use the toilet, wash your mouth and join me in the exercise room.” She finished peeing.



He ran to the toilet, and emptied his bowels. It seemed that shit was not staying with him. He entered the exercise room.



“Lie face down on the bench and push your ass up in the air. ”



She attached his wrist and ankles to the bench. She took off her panties and stuffed them in his mouth. He was worried.



“I know that you are not into pain and neither am I, but your behavior this morning is unacceptable. This is the consequence for your bad actions.”



She said has she landed the first blow on his ass. It stung, his screams were muffled by her panties, and his tears were flowing abundantly. She stopped after five blows, he had nasty welts on his ass, he would be sore for a week. She untied him, turned around and said:



“French kiss my asshole to thank me disciplining you.”



Still sobbing he took her panties out of his mouth and obliged her.



“Go lie down on the couch, I will sit on you and you can tell me what happen to you in Becky’s office.” She sat on his belly.



“She shat in my mouth and when she was cleaned, she stepped on my penis and my balls, making me scream in her asshole giving her gas that she would fart back in my mouth. Then I passed out. I woke up with Alice washing my face with cold water. Becky had gone to meet a customer.”



“It was that painful to get your balls stepped on.” She asked.



“Oh yes Mistress Diane.”



“Then what happened with Alice?”



“When I was Oked, she told me to get in position, she peed in me, I had to give her a few orgasms licking her clean. She was finishing shitting in my mouth when you picked me up.”



“I will behave I swear Mistress Diane, I do not want to live that again.”



“Are you sorry for what you did this morning?” she asked looking him in the eyes.



“Yes, Mistress, I am so sorry, I will never disobey you again, please forgive me, please.”



“You are forgiven slave, I will use the whip again if you disobey me, your welts should help you imprint in your brain what the consequences are.”



” You belong to me now, remember the documents you have signed this morning, if you try to leave, you have nothing left in your name, I will send the cops after you and you will be sent to prison.”



“I will never leave you of my own free will Mistress Diane. I swear.” He said.



“Get in position, lay your head back on the couch, I want to face sit you”



He sat down on the floor, and watch her tights straddled him and her beautiful ass coming down on his face. He had the beginning of a painful erection and his ass was sore. He would do his best to obey all her command he did not want to go back to that demon’s office.



She was enjoying his tongue up her ass, too bad she had taken that laxative last night, she had emptied herself this morning; she did not have any shit to push in his mouth.



She was sure after looking in his eyes that the threat of the whip would keep him in line.



She got up and sent him to do his chores.

A femdom- toiletslave- bdsm story



(preface! A Europa Femdom colony story! Background! After the federation’s economic collapse and the colony on the planet Europa was just begun, it was discovered that males reaching puberty needed a protein that was only found in the milk and waste products of females at puberty through to menopause. This biological condition led to inevitable social adaptation over time. Leading to males becoming subservient and smaller over the three generations until regular commerce renewed between Earth and its now Femrule counter part and members of both societies began to emigrate back and forth.)



One such young emigre who passed the standards of acceptance because Europa needed emigrants possessing needed skills was a young teacher trying to commute back in his old jeep to his apartment after a long week .



Timmy was a 23 year old, high school teacher in the city but one of his duties was bringing state tests and regulations to the isolated communities in his school district that preferred to home school their children. And since new employees are always given the shit assignments in any occupation, he grumbled as he considered all he was given was mileage, which didn’t cover the wear and tear on his old vehicle.



The other problem was the fact simply because he was a male, a foreign male with an odd accent he was trying to fix, in a part of a planet that had been aggressively femdom. Some of the families he visited were more interested in keeping their kids from associating with the more liberal views toward males, and a couple of his visits were definitely less than welcoming. The fact was that with membership in the Federation again, both males and females had to pass the same tests and be able to vote. Some women who met him in the door were so entrenched in femdom run households they couldn’t accept what he was saying, just because he was a male.



Between the recession on Earth and the fact that he was selected because of his ability to fit in as a male on Europa he smiled ironically at the idea of being irritated by the occasional femdom head of a household. He was still getting adjusted to the ultimate form of slavery as a male, having to eat and drink the waste products of a female. Yes, his psych profile showed submissiveness thanks to his dominant mother and sister, but the casual upfront way it was presented here as part of normal society still stunned him.



And he was hungry and thirsty, having not eaten since morning. He had thought he packed enough food to last the trip but he was running out. He could drink water to hydrate and he had a thermos. He also had an emergency packet of Europa’s version of ‘fast food’ for males. Processed fibrous chunks of, well, dried female waste. Horrible tasting! Ugh, he thought. And too expensive to use unless it was an actual emergency. Not as expensive as two refrigerated bottles in his cooler of woman’s breast milk he’d been having. Every process from an female’s body from puberty to menopause provided the protein that allowed digestion for males between puberty and the age of around 50.



Richest was breast milk, Second was female orgasmic fluid. Some in urine. But most content was in fecal matter. Fresh bowel movements! The first colony almost disappeared with all the adult males until they found a ‘solution’.



Then when the early federation hadn’t collapsed, it was used as a prison planet for adult males, adding to the female dominant culture. Then when the first depression hit and space travel too expensive, the prisoners interbred, and the culture adapted again.



Still almost an hour away from the city he got a little panicky as he heard his engine rattle. Was there a garage nearby? He took a turn that seemed to enter a town but it was only a general store. Thinking he saw a sign in the distance, the rattle increasing in volume, he drove down into a valley and noticed the sign was for a dairy farm. He decided to stop the engine and look at the map.



Wow, no town for maybe 25 miles and he knew he wouldn’t make it! Not having cell service either as he looked at his phone, he looked and saw a big farmhouse a few hundred yards away. The big house probably had a lan line. In fact he saw someone riding a tractor and some kids around. There was a mail box on the edge of the long driveway.



Mmmmm, Victoria, Jones!



That was typical of a femdom family; the matriarch’s first name, and then the last name.



The name sounded familiar though! This was still part of his school district even though some kids had a long bus ride. The tractor had stopped and an attractive young woman had gotten off nearby as she waved over at him.



“Hi mister, are you lost?” She yelled from the other side of a split rail fence!



“Not really, ‘ he yelled back as he got out of the jeep.



“Just my jeep needs work and I need a telephone!” He didn’t like the way the girl shook her head at that information, her blonde hair swishing. She was attractive even in her dungarees and flannel shirt pushing out impressive breasts. Another thing about Europa was the change in the women, getting bigger and bustier, as the males got proportionally smaller and thinner and meeker. He was selected because at only 5’4″ and thin and no beardline he filled the ideal image of the Europa male.



No matter what the age, he learned, there were no men on Europa, only boys! No matter what job a male had in the city or on the farm, once he was inside with the women, he was a boy again, usually with a leash and collar! Some natives had trouble with that and emigrated to Earth, and vice versa, like him.



He got out of the jeep and walked over to her, smiling politely as she was also smiling.



“Hi, I’m…!”



“My sister’s math teacher, Mister Johnson!” she giggled.



“Oh, I thought the name on the mailbox was familiar!”



“Well, teacher, I’m afraid there is no garage except Floyd’s and he doesn’t do service calls after 5. So I guess unless you want to spend the night in your jeep you’d better come on up to the house!”



She climbed over the fence and he saw some sweet cleavage.



“I’m Daphne by the way, my sister is Tiffanny!” she said with a little smirk, knowing he had looked at her tits as she bent over the fence.



“Pleased to meet you!”



“I’d better go on up with you, mom is a little cautious around new boys!”



He appreciated that, and when they got to the door, Tiffanny yelled she had a visitor. “So everyone is wearing some clothes!” she smiled with the explanation..



He saw a teenage girl walk by and two rather young girls. A buxom woman in her late thirties came out from the back with an interested expression on her pretty face.



“Mom, this is Mr Johnson, Tiff’s math teacher, and his car has broken down!”



She nodded, shaking her head also.



“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Mr Johnson,” she held out her strong hand and he shook.



“Even under these circumstances! You’ll have to stay overnight because our only local mechanic with a tow truck will not drive after dark and he’s too stubborn to get new glasses!”



“Unless one of the boys might know how to fix it!” Daphne said.



“Well,” (smile) “Possibly Lloyd, although theyr’e all going to be rather, (laugh) busy tonight!”



Daphne giggled, “Friday night is for the girls in our house, Mr. Johnson! Well, (smile) it’s always for the girls here but Friday night is kind of special!”



“Oh, ” he said, concerned now. “I’m familiar with the Friday night custom even in the city, ma’am. If I’m intruding please let me know. I mean if I could just borrow a blanket and some water I’ll be fine in my jeep!”



The woman shook her head. “I wouldn’t hear of it! Please come into the living room and sit down. Can I get you a cup of tea?”



“Thank you, that would be very nice!” Daphne went out to get it.



The woman sat across from him, crossing her shapely legs in her short skirt.



“Tiffanny tells me your’e a good teacher!”



“I, um, well, I’m trying!”



“And your’e am emigre! How are you adjusting? Some boys don’t last too long!”



“I think all right so far. This week Iv’e been assigned to cover the district with some state forms and tests!”



“Oh, yes, the home-schooled. We have some ladies with their daughers coming tonight. My sister is coming because I’m hosting the Friday Night Fun this week!”



Daphne came out with a cup on a saucer and he thanked her. Daphne sat on the sofa, pulling her legs up under her sweet bottom, showing cleavage again. He had been blueballed all week and now this!



“You are familiar with Friday Night Fun here, Mr. Johnson?”



“um, yes, and please call me Timmy!” He looked around, “I was kind of wondering where the males were!”



“Yes,” she nodded, “that’s another reason why wer’e not used to having, well, strange males around. My boys are all grown and work in the mines on swing shifts like many of the families in this valley. Tonight the bus will drop them off and wer’e, well, having a special kind of welcoming party!”



Daphne laughed. “Wer’e not used to strange males, especially on Friday Nights!”



Victoria nodded with a smile. “I’m afraid wer’e not as, well, sophisticated as city people, Mr. Johnson! Here in the valley wer’e used to being ourselves with the same people wev’e known all our lives! And yes, we are a very femdom community, especially how we train our males!”



“Oh, that’s right,” Daphne said. “We haven’t asked you about whether you need food or anything, Mr. Johnson! We don’t have any lactating mothers and most of us relieve ourselves in the morning!”



“Thank you, Daphne. Wer’e such poor hosts here! It’s kind of late in the day for most of us, myself included, but let me ask the other girls and see if anyone has to go!” Daphne got up with a smile, saying she’d take care of that.



“Please, um, don’t go to any trouble!”



“Oh, it’s not a trouble, it’s our duty actually. We love to feed boys and I think it’s a good way to break the ice, so to speak! Perhaps afterwards you’d like to participate tonight!”



He felt his cock swell at the idea and crossed his legs. Also a faint blush to his face, which pleased the woman.



“Well, um, when you say Friday Night fun, I was wondering…!”



“Oh yes, like many families our males are away or working hard all day, and we girls like to, well, re establish things, as it were. So by doing it on Friday night, we girls have a party, and the boys have a couple of days to recover (smile)! I think that’s pretty common in the city too!”



“Um, yes ma’am!”



Daphne returned with a smile. Her mother asked her if she had any luck!



“Well, yes, two girls, Heather and Emily!”



“Emily, well….!” she sounded doubtful. Timmy noticed movement to the left and two girls walked in, one holding the younger one’s hand. The older girl was a very pretty blonde in her late teens, but the other was younger, and shy.



Heather bent her head as Emily giggled and whispered in her ear.



She smiled, nodding, and spoke softly to Victoria but also looking at Timmy.



“Emily says she will need to go as soon as she eats something but she’s never used a boy she hasn’t seen reduced before and your’e a stranger. Your’e familiar with that expression?” He blushed slightly and nodded.



“Oh, really honey?” she asked the girl. “You don’t think you could use Mr Johnson here otherwise?”



“No ma’am!” she said quietly, half hiding behind Heather.



“How about you, Heather?”



“Well,… I could I suppose, but I do think Emily is right! Iv’e never done it to a totally new boy either!”



“Maybe a little session would be a good idea; is that all right with you, Mr. Johnson?”



He gasped, “reduced…!”



“Yes,” she smiled, “a nice discipline session first so everyone can feel more comfortable with you! Wer’e doing all the boys one after the other tonight anyway so you would just be the first! The fact is,” she lowered her voice and nodded at the kitchen where several other women were gathered preparing for the party.



“Just your sitting here, fully dressed, well, is creating a little awkwardness, especially for tonight! I mean,” she smiled, …



“I would like to introduce you to the other ladies, but they would be very uncomfortable, um, as you are!”



Conflicted by desires, he knew he would be an ungrateful guest and probably bad for his career if he declined.



“Um, of course, it’s a good solution, thank you!” All the women smiled. Victoria asked Emily if that would fix things up and she could use him! The girl pulled Heather’s hand and whispered in her ear again. Heather chuckled and smiled.



“She doesn’t understand why he’s not already naked!” All the women laughed while Timmy blushed.



“Just be patient, honey,” she told the girl who was now boldly smiling with anticipation as she looked at Timmy and Victoria turned to Heather.



“Do you have time dear?”



“I want to do him too,” Emily protested. “Iv’e never done a teacher before!”



“Just wait honey, Heather?” But the teenager was walking to the kitchen.



“Sorry aunt Vickie, I would love to but mom wants me to help her! Hope to see you later, sir!” she said with an amused expression.



The woman looked at Emily and shook her head. “And no, Emily, you are not old enough to do him by yourself!”



“I know that but Mom will help me! Let me go get her! We do ALL the boys!”



After she dashed off to the other room, Victoria sat back down.



“Wer’e all very busy getting ready, Mr. Johnson, but don’t worry, we’ll work something out for you!”



“Yes, u-um, thank you!” he said, feeling kind of ridiculous. just then he heard high heels tapping on the hardwood floor as Emily led another woman in by pulling her hand. The new woman protested impatiently.



“What are you talking about honey? I didn’t hear any bus!”



Timmy and Victoria both rose to greet her as the mid thirties blonde stopped at the entrance of the room. Timmy’s mouth opened as he gaped at her. An older version of Emily, super stacked, pouty full lips, but wearing a tiny black, leather, thong bikini and riding boots. This bombshell immediately gave his long deprived groin a jolt.



“There he is mother, and wer’e going to do him tonight! And he’s a teacher and he’s so cute!”



“Barbara,” Victoria smiled, “this is Timmy Johnson, Tiffanny’s teacher at school, whose car has broken down and will be staying with us for a while!”



“Oh, I see,” she smiled, walking over, “I thought…well,” she walked over and they shook hands.



“I’m very pleased to meet you, madame!” he smiled submissively.



She smiled, squeezing his hand, “I am so pleased to meet you too, Timmy!”



She dropped the handshake and looked at Victoria! “Emily is all excited,…. so you want a reduction!” Timmy noticed she didn’t ask him.



“Would you mind very much, dear? Probably be another hour at least before the other boys arrive!” The woman smiled over at Timmy.



“I’d be happy to, and in any case Emily would go crazy if I didn’t!” The teenager squealed with pleasure and clapped her hands.



“Want us to use the dungeon?” she laughed as she explained to Timmy. “Vickie has a very elaborate basement!” He just weakly shrugged with a smile. Victoria had an objection to that.



“Um, well, I don’t know. What if the bus arrives and your’e not finished? Hmmm, would you mind using one of the rooms upstairs? The large bathroom is all set up. That’s what we used before we did over the basement!”



“I remember, oh sure, that will work just fine!” When she turned and when Timmy saw her gorgeous botton in that tiny thong he tried not to get hard. She clicked on her heels a little more smugly than she came in, he thought, as she opened a drawer near the front door.



“Vickie, the only thing I need is another couple of collars. I only brought enough for my two boys!”



Vickie walked over and opened some more drawers to help her, and looked back over at Timmy, sizing him up.



“Mr Johnson, would you please come over and help us find the right size?”



“(Gulp), oh, sure, of c-course!” ‘size for what?’



He watched the two womens’ backs as they pulled things out of drawers, as the blonde turned and smiled.



“Oh, of course, right, (laugh) please take all your clothes off Mister Johnson!”



Timmy gasped as Emily giggled, standing sideways to him so she could watch.



Soon he was down to his undershorts as he laid the clothes and shoes and socks on a chair seat, as all three women turned and looked at him. He wished he didn’t have a half boner, and those big swollen balls! Emily giggled and snickered as he pulled them off. Barbara looked at his genitals and bit her lip and turned her gorgeous backside as she rummaged around some more, but she handed back a pair of handcuffs.



“Emily honey!”



“Yes mom!” she smiled as she took them. She moved in back of Timmy.



“OOOOo, mother, just look at those smooth white buttcheeks, just imagine!”



The two older women busily discussed and selected things that Timmy couldn’t see.



“Just pay attention to the job at hand, honey!” she said over her smooth naked shoulder.



“Yes mom,” Emily intoned. “Put your hands behind you teacher!”



He groaned but obeyed, there was no choice! CLICK! Now he was helpless!



“Try this one, honey!” She handed her a dog collar with a big ring.



The girl told him to bend down so she could put it on, giving the ring a little tug with a smile. Both women turned then with another kind of leather collar in each of their hands, smiling as both looked at his genitals.



He groaned and blushed. Victoria said, “that one I think!” to the one in Barbara’s left hand.



Barbara stooped a little, her big full breasts near him as he felt her warm fingers, as he looked down, and then he got hard! Emily squealed with pleasure and Barbara chuckled, as he felt her warm fingers cup his swollen balls and lock the belt making sure both balls were trapped, then made sure the ring was in the front.



She stood up and gave his erection a little slap, enough to make him wince as Emily giggled as she looked into his eyes, seeing his reaction. His erection softened but inflated again. She smiled.



“I think one leash is enough now, don’t you?” She clipped the ring to his testicle harness and lightly lifted him up onto the balls of his feet as he tried to keep his balance. “Mmmmfffffpppp!” Timmy grunted.



“Your’e only bringing him upstairs, Mom,” Emily teased.



“You can never be too careful with new boys, honey. Remember that!”



“Yesssss, mooommmmmmm!” Barbara smiled at Timmy and gave a slight shrug as if to say ‘children’.



“Have a good time!” Victoria said as Barbara held the leash as she half turned to the stairwell, already tugging his ballsac out as he quickly took a half step to keep slack in the line.



“Oh Vickie, what do you want him to be when wer’e finished?”



“Depends on how long you are! If the boys haven’t arrived by then, make him either a maid or the coffee table!”



Timmy looked in the direction of Victoria’s nod and saw the heavy long narrow wooden coffee table in the living room had leather manacles attached to each leg. He gasped at the thought of laying naked, exposed and facing upward as a group of gorgeous women sat around him.



“Okay,” Barbara smiled, “Come on then, Mr. Johnson!” she said as he watched her incredible thong bottom as she made the first step on the stairs, with Emily following, giggling with anticipation.



He entered the large tiled bathroom as Barbara led him into it.



“Let’s see now, if they left some manacles in the cabinet. Just stand right there Mr Johnson!” As if he could otherwise!



She was pleased to see a bunch of props in there, as she took a handful out, as he watched. A ping pong paddle, crop, flexible plastic ruler, (gasp) a heavy leather strap with a slit tail, and cock and ball cat of nine tails, a ball gag.



She smiled and put the ball gag back.



“I guess we don’t need that! The ladies downstairs expect some sweet sounds from in here and we wouldn’t want to disappoint them!” Emily carried a stool into the bathroom and to his surprise she set it in the middle of the big bathtub. She began to unbutton her blouse and he gaped, seeing her youthful but firm, swaying big breasts. When she was topless, wearing only shoes and panties, she stepped into the bathtub and sat on the stool facing out. She liked him trying not to stare at her breasts.

***NOTE***



Everyone involved in this story is at least 18 years old. Be warned, this story involves lots of scat and toilet play. Also, read chapter 1 first










Jimmy and Stephanie, two high school lovers, began to get more intimate with each other after their first encounter. Stephanie regularly used Jimmy as her toilet, and they had sex on a daily basis. As they began to experiment more, Stephanie tried taking laxatives to make her shit more copiously.



However, this backfired on her one day in English class. She was standing, giving a presentation on the American Dream, and she had a very difficult time holding her shit in. She had taken a laxative that morning so that right after school she could defecate all over her boyfriend, Jimmy. However, she just couldn’t hold it in. As the pressure in her stomach began to build up, she had to rock back and forth throughout her speech to keep the poop in her stomach. At the very end of her speech, she just couldn’t hold it, and her shit exploded into her panties and yoga pants.



“Oh my god, did she just poop her pants?!” “Yeah, she did. HAHAHA!” “Oh my god, she’s 18. Does she have some kind of a mental or physical issue?” “Who cares, that’s freakin’ hilarious!”



Everyone in the entire class echoed in laughter as the teacher escorted Stephanie outside of the classroom. She tried to comfort her, but Stephanie just pushed aside her teacher as she went to the nurse’s office.



Everyone in the classroom continued to laugh. Everyone that is, except for Sarah, the star of the cheerleading team. Sarah was THE cheerleader; she was a short blonde girl with massive DD tits and an incredibly round and shapely ass. She was kind of a slut, and slept around with just about the entire football team. She generally did poorly in school, and there were rumors of her having sex with the male teachers in order to stay on the path to graduation.



However, Sarah had two dark secrets. First, she was Bisexual. She wasn’t just slightly attracted to girls, either; she was arguably more attracted to women than to men. She also had a huge scat fetish. Whenever she would get home, Sarah would put on her adults diaper and mess herself.



And after seeing Stephanie lose control of her bowels in the middle of class, she fell madly in love with her. Before she thought she was an odd girl with odd interests, but after watching her shit she realized how beautiful she was.



Later that day, at lunch, Stephanie talked to Jimmy about what happened.



“It was awful! I pooped myself! Right there, in front of everyone!” “….Is it wrong if I think that sounds incredibly sexy?” *snickers* “Yes, of course it is! The whole class was laughing at me!” “Well, that’s too bad. I wish the world was more accepting of defecation as a standard human process and realized how beautiful it is.” “….I know. But they won’t. People think it smells gross and looks gross” *sigh*



Later that day, after school, Sarah immediately approached Stephanie. “Hey,” Sarah began “Go away Sarah. I don’t want to hear it. I know what you saw.” Sarah then dashed up to Stephanie, hugged her, and kissed her right on her lips before Stephanie could react.



“My….god…..Sarah…..you know I have a boyfriend, right?” “Who says you can’t enjoy both? Are you bi? I know you are~….” “Well, I suppose now I realize I am. I never really thought about it before, though I love playing with myself so I suppose it makes sense. Sarah smiled. “Okay. By the way, I LOVED your presentation in class. I have a….thing….for scat, if you don’t mind.” Stephanie’s eyes lit up. “So do I! My boyfriend loves it when I use him as my personal toilet!” “Oh my god….do you think your boyfriend would mind if I came with you today to help.” “Eh, it’s worth a shot. You’re so cool Sarah.” “Thanks,” Sarah said. As she walked away from Steph, she emitted a loud, potent fart that intoxicated the nose of Stephanie and made her yearn for Sarah’s sexy, round, shapely ass.



Later that night, Jimmy went over to Stephanie’s house, and he was in for a surprise.



When he opened the door and went into her room, there was Sarah, dressed in her cheerleading uniform, without any panties.



“Sarah?”



Stephanie then explained to Jimmy everything that happened.



Sarah then immediately threw up her skirt pointed to her pussy, and directed Stephanie to lick it.



“I’m a total dom if you don’t mind. If not, I’m free to just have vanilla sex, but I REFUSE to be a sub.” Sarah stated. “That’s fine,” Jimmy replied



Jimmy then began to lick at Sarah’s asshole. One by one, farts came flying out. “Pfffft Pffffffffft PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFT”



Sarah then began to emit her diarrhea all over Jimmy as this occurred.



“Oh my god….Sarah, your Pussy tastes so good….I love you.”



After Stephanie had enough pussy, she began to open Jimmy’s pants and suck his cock.



“HAHAHAA! Jimmy, your dick is so small!” Sarah exclaimed.



“I like my boyfriend’s small dick, for your information! It fits perfectly into my pussy and looks beautiful,” Stephanie replied back, as she continued to suck on it.



Sarah continued to unload her copious amounts of shit and piss all over Jimmy’s mouth and face. Jimmy ate and drank some of it, but the majority of it just ended up on his face and body.



After they were done with that, Stephanie and Sarah took turns riding Jimmy’s cock in cowgirl position. The one not riding would play with Jimmy’s balls. By this point, everyone was fully naked. Jimmy played and toyed with Sarah’s massive tits and he fucked her.



“Oh man, I really gotta shit now!” Stephanie exclaimed.



They changed positions, and Stephanie pointed her butt over Jimmy’s face as she released copious amounts of fecal matters onto him. Jimmy was now absolutely covered with shit. Stephanie and Sarah took streaks from his face and body and painted it over each other. They passionately kissed each other as they did this.



After this, Stephanie and Sarah took turns riding Jimmy with their asses. As they got closer to orgasm, they began to dirty talk more.



“OH GOD JIMMY I LOVE YOU PLEASE FUCK ME HARD!” Stephanie exclaimed.



“FUCK ME AS HARD AS YOU CAN WITH YOUR ROCK HARD THREE INCH COCK YOU STUPID NERD!” Sarah exclaimed.



Jimmy took his cock out of their asses, and began to go at their pussies again. He ended up Cumming inside Sarah, but then moved to Stephanie as it slowed down.



All three lay there afterword’s, covered in their own mess.

My name’s Michael. I’m 25 years old and work as a Sales Assistant at a supermarket.



The supermarket has it’s fair share of good looking female cashiers but my favourite is a girl called Carrie. She’s 18 years old, slim, attractive with dark brown shoulder-length hair that she keeps in a pony tail at work. She has nice medium sized tits and a fantastic body but her best feature by far is her ass. Just thinking about her perfect ass gets my dick rock hard.



Her uniform at work is a light blue blouse and really tight black trousers. Sometimes she bends over in front of me to get something off a bottom shelf and my cock nearly bursts out of my trousers!



Another thing that drives me crazy is when she reaches up to get something off a high shelf. This always gives me an amazing view of her pert bottom and when her blouse lifts up at the front, I get a look at her curvy waist, flat stomach and her sexy pierced belly button.



In short, she’s hot.



One day, I was sat in the staff room and Carrie walked past to go to the girl’s toilets. I decided to try my luck and followed her into the toilets a couple of minutes after she went in.



Only one cubicle was in use and that was the one Carrie was in. I snuck into the cubicle next to hers and locked the door. I started to think up a plan as to how I was going to talk Carrie into fucking me or sucking my dick.



It was then that I heard Carrie let out a couple of wet farts and I realised she must be taking a shit.



I should have left there but I didn’t. The fact that she was taking a shit really turned me on and I decided I had to have a look.



I stood on the toilet and carefully peeked over the dividing wall between the cubicles.



My cock started to harden instantly as I saw Carrie sat on the toilet with her knickers and trousers round her ankles. She was leaning forward on the toilet so I had a clear few of her bare ass.



After she farted another couple of times, a smelly, brown shit pushed it’s way out of her ass and splashed into the toilet.



I knew it was disgusting to be turned on by this but I couldn’t look away! I then watched as she took some toilet paper and started to wipe her ass crack clean.



It was time to make my move.



I climbed over the wall and dropped into her cubicle.



“What the fuck are you doin’?” She gasped.



“Carrie, you drive me crazy, please let me fuck you.” I replied.



A smile came across her gorgeous face.



“Why not.”



I couldn’t believe my luck! I quickly dropped my trousers and boxer shorts and shoved my hard dick in her face.



“C’mon, suck my dick.”



She licked her lips and then took my 6-inch penis in her warm mouth. I looked down as Carrie sucked me off while she was sat on the toilet with her knickers round her ankles. This was so good.



I reached over her and flushed her shit away down the toilet. The cubicle was starting to stink!



“I wanna have some fun with your perfect ass” I said as I pulled my saliva covered cock from her mouth.



She then stood up and bent forward over the toilet. I knelt in front of her ass and pulled her butt cheeks wide apart with my hands, getting my first look at her small, tight anus.



“Oh baby, I’m gonna eat your hot ass out.”



Oh yeah, do it!” Carrie replied.



I put my face between her juicy buttocks and dug my tongue into her tight hot anus. I drove my tongue as far into her asshole as possible and ate it out for all I was worth.



“Mmmm, I’m not gonna stop till I reach your colon!” I mumbled.



I decided it was time to fuck Carrie in her perfect bottom. I stood behind her and lined my dick up with her sphincter.



Carrie then spat some of her saliva onto her fingers and then rubbed the spit round my dick getting it nice and wet.



I then slowly slid my cock into her butt. The muscles in her anus squeezed tight around my prick causing me to nearly cum right there and then. Her asshole was trying to push my dick out but nothing was going to stop me from fucking this girl’s ass.



I pushed my cock deep inside of her. I then pushed her blouse up out the way so I had the best possible view of her ass and the small of her back and then took hold of her smooth, curvy waist. I then started to pump her butt hard and fast. This was the first time, I’d fucked a girl’s ass and I couldn’t believe how good it felt.



After a couple of minutes of fucking her bottom, I couldn’t hold back any more.



“Oh yeah, cum inside my ass!” Carrie gasped as she reached down and tugged at my balls.



I groaned as my dick shot out load after load of hot, milky cum into her rectum. Her ass must’ve been so full of my cum!



I slowly pulled my spent cock out of her anus. Little bits of her brown shit had clung to the end of my cock but I didn’t care. That was the best ten minutes of my life!



My cum started to dribble out of her anus as she pulled up her knickers and trousers.



“That was soooo good!” She said.



“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” I smiled.



We shared a quick kiss and then got back to work.

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