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What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Ch. 01

By: Arsehole Addict



I find Emma in the kitchen, leaning on the counter top and facing away from me as she leafs through some magazine. I cross the kitchen floor stealthily, intent upon my target. In all truth, Emma knows exactly what I'm up to, but it pleases her to play along. As I make my final approach, I appraise her shapely form for about the millionth time. What a lucky bastard I am.

Emma stands around 5'5", with shoulder length dark brown hair and a slender build (perfect hour glass figure: full juicy breasts, a tiny waist and gently flaring hips). Today she's still wearing the clothes she dresses in for teaching; a long fitted skirt and a crisp white blouse (no bra though, I notice, the starchy fabric of her top must be teasing her big brown nipples). Her feet are bare.

As I come up behind her, Emma's studied nonchalance cracks a little; I can see her hands quiver as they turn the pages of the magazine. I gaze down at the taut fabric covering her perfect arse, the material stretched particularly tight since Emma is deliberately putting her cute little rump on show for me. Boy, am I going to have fun with that today.

We don't speak at all, this adds to the tension, the anticipation.

I reach around, under her arms, to cup her breasts, letting the warm flesh of her tits fill my palms. I unbutton her blouse and her tits are free, hanging beneath her panting chest like udders. She moans softy, a throaty, guttural moan of delight as I fondle them, loving it as I squeeze and massage her sensitive tit-flesh. I locate her swollen aureoles, pinching them roughly and teasing her nubs of her nipples into hard bullets.

Reaching down to that sexy waist, I undo the buttons on the side of her skirt. A little awkwardly -- and with a few helpful wiggles from Emma -- I succeed in loosening her skirt to the point where she can shrug it off completely. This leaves the modesty of Emma's nether regions protected merely by the skimpiest of white cotton panties, most of which has rucked up almost completely into the crack of her arse. What a wonderful sight to behold.

In one swift (and, I might add, practiced) motion I yank Emma's panties down to her knees. Almost instinctively my hand reaches up between her legs and caresses the moistness of her pussy, the sweet lips of her vulva parting easily under my touch. I let my fingers trail through the thick bush of her pubes, teasing the swollen lips of her seething twat. I slip a finger between her well-forested flaps and sink it deep into her scalding cunt-hole, rubbing her hardening clit with the ball of my hand. Delightful as it is, Emma's cunt is not my main course today. But, as an appetizer, I cannot resist slipping my finger into my mouth to enjoy its astringent taste.

I spread her buttocks and behold my target, the cringing brown circle of her anus, tiny and puckered between her white cheeks. Her dark curly pubes snake upwards from her sopping cunt to surround her arsehole too with hair. I see her ringpiece bulge outward, blooming like a rose, then shrink back to its natural tightness. Just as a peacock fans its tail in a display of sexual prowess, so Emma fans her anal ring, knowing that her pervert boyfriend will be unable to resist the puckering, pouting magnificence of her most intimate orifice.

Most women believe that the male desire to sodomise women is the result of a desire to demean and control them. This cannot be true. My girlfriend's anus controls me. My desire to kiss and taste her bottom is all consuming. It is the hole that she uses to shit. Think about it. When I kneel behind her, my face buried between her sweaty buns, french-kissing her shithole, what does that say about power relationships?

It is too much to resist now. I want to bugger her, but the urge to taste her hairy quoit is too strong. I push my face between her spread buttcheeks, inhaling the heady scent of her butt. I kiss her wetly on the pooper, swirling my tongue around the tingly ridge of her anus. Emma pushes out her shit-ring, as if she were going to take a dump, to let my tongue snake into her back-passage. I savour the rich taste of her anus, coating my tongue with her anal funk; that intoxicating cocktail that seems to contain so many flavours it defies descriptions. She tastes of butt-sweat back there, but she also tastes rich and "cunty" with that taboo but recognisable hint of shit. I relish that incredibly "bottomy" tang that a girl's butthole always has.

My only regret is that a tongue is never quite erect enough to actually penetrate a girl's sphincter properly. The rimmer who actually gains access to a rectum is a figment of a porno imagination. Interior licking of a butthole is only possible after buggery, when her hole is stretched and gaping. But despite the apparent impossibility of the act I nonetheless try earnestly to inveigle my way into Emma's delicious, clasping rectum. I can't help it. Emma and I swing fairly regularly with our friends Rob and Claire who teach at the same time school that we do. Often Rob and I end up in a post-sodomy 69; not through any desire to suck cock though. I simply have an all consuming lust to experience what my girlfriend's back passage tastes like several inches up.

I lather Emma's butthole with my tongue, literally sucking on her pouting shithole. Four fingers are slurping in her cunt, spreading the fat hairy lips of her sex as I devour her bottom. My lust-driven mind is unable to resolve the dilemma: do I continue to eat her arsehole or do I satisfy my urge to sodomise her? Emma decides for me.

"I want it Tom."

"Where, sweetheart?"

"Up my shitter." Bless her, she still blushes at the lewdness of those words.

They are the first words we have spoken. I stand behind her and withdraw my fingers from her sopping puss. I lean forward and cupping her soft tit, kiss her cheek. She moves her head and her tongue meets mine. She trembles a little, knowing that it is her own arsehole she can taste in my mouth. I pinch her rubbery nipple between my fingers, making her mew like a cat that has had someone stand on its tail, a mewing that quickly turns to purring. My forefinger, now glistening with her juice, traces back in the cleft between her buttocks and sinks smoothly into her furry anus.

Emma giggles, my finger is cold. But the giggling stops as a second, and then third, finger joins the first, gently but firmly massaging and stretching her delightful (and now well traveled) anal passage. She sighs in contentment as my probing digits push deep inside her, my knuckles pressed tight against her arsehole.

I glance down and, using my other hand to push apart the perfect milky globes of her buttocks, gaze in wonder once more at the sight of the brown rim of Emma's arsehole stretched tight around my inquisitive fingers, gently squirming in their exploration of that most delicious, tight anal tract.

The painful bulge in my jeans reminds me that it's time to treat Emma's arse to something a little more substantial. Somehow I manage the delicate balancing act of shrugging down jeans and freeing my prick from the confines of my underwear, whilst maintaining my digital assault on Emma's rectum. It's not as easy as it sounds, believe me. My cock juts into the air eagerly, the swollen head throbbing in anticipation of the delicious tightness of Emma's anus.

There's one final act of preparation: I have a tube of lube in my briefcase for emergencies such as this. With a practiced flick of the thumb I spin the top off and squeeze a generous amount onto the tip of my knob. I massage this down the length of my shaft, careful not to get too carried away, I don't want to spoil the fun.

Once I'm satisfied with the result -- a glistening rod of rock hard flesh -- I throw the bottle to one side. Pulling my fingers from Emma's arse I spread her cheeks. Her arsehole remains dilated and moistly inviting and I'm tempted to kneel down and eat it again, tonguing her to orgasm. But that can wait till later, I want to penetrate her with my cock first.

Still holding her cheeks apart with one hand, I use the other to guide the tip of my prick to the entrance of Emma's anus. Her body stiffens and she grips the counter top tightly as she braces for my first stroke. Over the last few months we've experimented a great deal, Emma and I, and it shows in the way I can slip myself into her anal passage with something approaching ease. Don't mistake me, her ring is still delightfully tight, and it takes lubricant and a little manual warm-up, but it definitely takes less time and effort than our first little adventure in this field.

I rub my cock head around the rim of her anus, just to tease her; building anticipation for the coming pleasure. My prick positioned for action, I move my hands to her hips, so as to steady myself and provide leverage. Emma tries hard to relax her shit-ring, pushing and straining so that it bulges lewdly. I press my knob into the centre of her throbbing anus and she suddenly farts loudly, exciting my cock with the vibrations of her anal ring. The fart allows me an entree, opening her slightly. Moving my pelvis forward and a little up, my manhood begins its journey into Emma's bowels. The way is easy at first; her well prepared sphincter offers almost no resistance, accustomed as it is to my fingers, tongue and cock (not to mention butt-plugs, dildoes and other men's cocks). Likewise, the first inch or two of passageway, well stretched by inquisitive fingers, yields smoothly.

Thereafter, firm, steady pressure is required to burrow my cock deeper and deeper into the exquisitely tight, yet delightfully slick, inner regions of Emma's arse. The first stroke is always my favorite, the sensation of opening up Emma's tight bowels, of introducing her most private place to my cock is beyond description. Briefly, I wonder if she has given anyone else this pleasure. She was an anal virgin when we met, but know she is experienced. Perhaps she has lived out already what I know to be her fantasies. Fleetingly, I conjure an image of Emma kneeling on her teacher's desk, her bottom bare, as a queue of well hung sixth-form lads wait their turn to bang her shit-trench.

It takes me just a few seconds to bury my prick up to the balls on that first stroke, a new record. Emma grunts softly, her white knuckles on the counter top betraying the intensity of the experience. She has only been buggered by one cock longer than mine, and never one thicker. Her beautiful bottom is packed full of nine and a half inches of cock and her heavy breathing betrays this fact. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, wiggling her hips a little in an effort to better accommodate the hard, unyielding invader nestled deep within her.

I bring my fingers, so recently jammed up her shitter, to my mouth, licking her butt-taste from them. The flavour of her bottom makes my cock throb even harder and thicker in her shitbox. I rest for a second, savoring the sight Emma's arsehole stretched around my prick, the feeling of my bollocks resting against her moist furry cunt. I reach down and probe her there, then raise my fingers to my mouth for a taste. Her juice is, as ever, sweet as can be. I'll enjoy eating her later.

But back to the task at hand -- if hand is the right word. Accompanied by a soft sucking sound, I withdraw the length of my shaft from Emma's arse. Her abused arsehole is now hugely dilated, but begins to shrink rapidly as I watch. Quickly, I re-enter and thrust, forcefully this time, up to the hilt. My balls slap hard onto Emma's pussy, and she mutters something that sounds like 'Ungh'. I withdraw again, lusting at the sight of her obscenely gaping shit-chute and once more resisting the temptation to drop to my knees and begin devouring her inviting anal cavern. Again and again I pull my dick form her slurping fudge-tunnel and penetrate her anew with a single stroke.

Now the real fucking begins. I pound into Emma's arse with long strokes, withdrawing almost to her sphincter then plunging deep inside. On each thrust I try to push harder, straining to press my dick head just a little farther into tight but yielding bowels. As I work up into a steady rhythm there is no sound apart from our ragged breathing and the slap of my balls.

Once Emma's arse has surrendered completely, her warm, inviting anus almost sucking me in on each stroke, I begin to up the pace. Sweat breaks on my skin as the effort of ramming my manhood deep into Emma begins to catch up to me. But it is a uniquely rewarding experience. Emma clenches her anal muscles rhythmically, gently clenching my cock and adding to the already extreme pleasure. One of her hands moves to down to her pussy and begins a vigorous investigation. She's so wet down there that the whole of her hand, slim as it is, could probably slip inside without much effort. I can imagine the long drools of excess juice dripping from her cunt, shaken loose by the pounding her arse is taking.

My balls are now so tight it's painful. The sounds are wet, rutting, and bestial. My deep thrusts have forced air into her guts and now it is escaping, little by little, every time I hump her backside. Her ringpiece froths around my shaft as I pump her greasy, farting shitter. I pull myself in closer, moving my grip from waist to shoulders, and start to fuck Emma with short, sharp jabs. I leave most of the length of my cock within her for each thrust, and instead concentrate on deeper penetration. I want to shoot my cum as deep within her as possible.

I feel the tip of my dick jab into something firm and hot. My prick is buried so far up her behind that I am butting against the shit in her colon. Slowly I feel the delicious sensation of her turd surround the head of my cock and I remember why this sexual activity is known as 'fudge-packing'.

At last I can hold back no longer. I slam my dick home in one final powerful thrust, a grunt of effort escaping my lips. I can feel my entire cock throbbing as I shoot spurts of semen deep into Emma's arse. The cum worms it way even deeper into her bowels than my cock; I have her arse plugged so tightly that there's nowhere else for it to go. I'm shooting my jism into her shit. As the last of my fluid drains into her, I become aware that Emma is gently thrusting and gyrating her hips, fucking herself on the remains of my erection. I also feel her work her shitting muscles, forcing more of her soft, hot turd around the top few inches of my cock. I sense the motions of her hand over and within her cunt increasing in intensity as she brings herself to orgasm. Removing my hands from her shoulders, I play with the thick bullets of her nipples, massaging the firm flesh of pillowy teats.

As always, Emma cums intensely, her whole body shuddering as the pleasure engulfs her. Her shithole spasms around my shaft and I can feel my cock stiffening a little in response. I begin to fuck her arse again, this time slow and gentle. As the waves of orgasmic pleasure slowly decline, I lengthen my strokes, pulling my cock further out of her body each time.

At last Emma is still, breathing deeply, the fingers of one hand still glistening with juice hanging limply by her side. I pull my cock completely from her arse, a dribble of cum following it. Instantly I'm on my knees, my tongue lapping the milky brown fluid from the edge of the gaping hole her arse has become. I probe within, delighting in the mingled taste of my semen and her shit. Her arsehole suddenly flutters and convulses in a loud and wet fart, belching my own thick load into my open mouth. I continue to play, sucking and licking and tasting, until her anus begins to contract around my tongue.

With one last long, slow lick from Emma's cunt all the way up the crack of her arse, I savor the tastes of her cunt cream and her butt and the salty tang of her sweat. As I stand, Emma turns about and we kiss deeply. Her tongue eagerly explores my mouth, searching for the same tastes I have just experienced. I see the surprise in her eyes as she find those tastes. Anal sex has never been this messy between us before. She realises exactly what I have been licking from her back passage for the last few minutes and this seems to make her all the hornier to share it. We hold this embrace for a minute or two, our hands roaming over each other bodies.

Without warning, Emma drops to her knees and sucks my dick into her mouth. I gasp, in surprise -- and pleasure. She doesn't seem to mind the taste at all, in fact she seems to crave it, if the vigorous sucking and inquisitive tongue probing are any indication. I look down as her, sweat dripping from her upturned nipples, my shit smeared tool being eagerly licked. If only her mother or her pupils could see her now, eagerly licking her own poop off of her boyfriend's cock. My once flaccid cock stiffens rapidly and soon Emma has to work to get it all into her mouth. She is an expert these days though, and can slide me back down into her throat without gagging almost as though it was second nature.

As I stand there, lost in bliss, accompanied by the slurping sound of the girl whose arse I've just violated deep throating my prick, I can't help but think that it can't get much better than this. Well maybe it can: in a surprise move Emma slips one of her slim fingers deep into my own arse -- a taste of my own medicine.

This takes me over the edge and I deposit my second load of the day into Emma's waiting mouth. I can't manage as much as before, but it's still a good mouthful. Emma sucks me for a few seconds more, then pulls back, looks up and opens her mouth wide to let me see the cum pooled over her tongue. Then she closes her mouth and makes a great show of swallowing, before opening up again as though part of some magicians act: look, I can make cum disappear!

She withdraws her finger from my arsehole and licks it, as if it were a cock. She looks wickedly at me, her face streaked with cum. Nothing is said, but seconds later our bed is covered with large towels and I am lying on my back. Emma is squatting over my face wildly frigging her hairy vadge. My tongue is madly flicking across the crinkled rim of her delectable arsehole. I sense something unprecedented in our sex life is about to happen and Emma's sudden grunt confirms it. I open my mouth, still not entirely sure why, but sure that our sex life is about to enter new, unchartered territory.

What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Ch. 02



Note: readers should be warned that this story contains explicit references to watersports and scat (shit) sex.

"Arse" is the British spelling of "Ass" and "Fanny" in Britain means vagina.

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I had arrived home from school feeling horny; damned horny. I blame my pupils of course - eighteen year old girls know exactly how to charm their male teachers; the fluttering eyelashes, the pouting lips, the push-up bras squeezing hot teenage breasts together, the blouse buttons undone just far enough down to give me an eyeful of cleavage, the skirts slightly shorter than the school regulation . . . all of this I saw before me in my afternoon class. Sarah Price wasn't even wearing a bra so when she came to ask me a question I could peer down the neck of her blouse and see her large pink nipples. I found myself fantasizing about her for the remainder of the afternoon, wondering what her titties would look like wrapped around my thrusting cock, whether her cunt would be meaty and hairy or trim and shaved. But then, as with all my fantasies my attention turned to her arse and I imagined myself tonguing her virgin brown hole, fingering her slowly yielding bottom gently and finally butt-fucking her while I fondled her magnificent adolescent baps.

Why I spend so much time fantasizing about teenage girls I don't know. I suppose most guys do, but really it is just greed. After all, my girlfriend, Emma, gives me just about all the sex I need. And best of all she LOVES it up the arse so sometimes it's a bit like living in a porn movie! I have perverted her I suppose. When I met her two years ago at Teacher Training College she was a beautiful but shy girl who had only had one boyfriend, and still to look at her at school with her long skirt, sensible shoes and hair in a bun you would think that she is a first class prude. I'm sure most people would struggle to believe what she gets up to now. It took me six months to get into her arse, a long apprenticeship of rimming and fingering. Then I came back home to find Emma sprawled on the bed, frigging her cunt while she stuffed a dildo up her shitter. Any girl who fucks her own fundament is a serious convert to the art of backdoor love in my book! Then over the following weeks and months came all the other surprises and revelations: she likes role playing (especially teacher-student); she likes being called names during sodomy ("anal bitch" seems to be her favourite); she likes having her bum spanked; she likes to be buggered when her rectum is full; she likes me to piss on her tits and she loves the taste of pussy.

The first thing I saw when I got home was Emma's perfectly arse and I knew I could not resist. With hardly a word I rimmed her right there in the kitchen and sodomised her, all the while imagining that it was Sarah Price's tight shithole that was gripping my cock.

Emma is still bent over the table, her feet slightly apart, still trembling slightly from the buggering she has just received. I stand behind her, reaching around to cup her swollen teats, caressing them and pinching her distended nipples. My cock, still slippery with her saliva is pressed against her trim arse, slowly hardening as she grinds her buttocks against my groin. She is the first to speak:

"I feel so fucking horny, Tom. I want to get dirty."

"Me too baby, let's go."

I lead her upstairs to our bedroom. We both know what is likely to transpire - an unspoken code between us means that now there are no limits, no fantasies we will not share, and nothing that will be mentioned tomorrow in the cold light of day. Emma sprawls on our bed, her legs spread. Her heavy breasts spill across her chest and her hands seek them out, squeezing and kneading her sensitive tit-flesh as she offers me her pussy. Her pussy is magnificent, glistening with her juices and thickly forested. I kneel before her and bury my face in the thick pelt of her pubes, seeking out her wetness with my tongue and sucking on her thick cunt lips. Her sopping fanny tastes ripe, like she's been oozing all day. Holding her furry lips apart I attack her swollen clit with the flat of my tongue, making her squirm and moan, bucking her mound against my face. I ask her what has made her so horny.

"I imagined that you came into my classroom while I was teaching sixth-form."

"And what did I do?"

"You came up behind me and started kissing my neck while you unbuttoned my blouse."

"Show me."

Emma kneels on the bed now, and I kneel behind her, playing with her jugs. She watches us both in the mirror. I whisper into her ear:

"Why didn't you wear a bra today?"

"I forgot . . . and it's been such hot weather," she lies.

"Don't lie to me - you wanted to show off your tits didn't you, you wanted all those teenaged lads and lasses to get an eyeful of your big sexy tits, didn't you?"

"Yesss," she hissed, "It turns me on, I wanted them to see. You know the lads can't keep their eyes off my boobs, and then you came in and showed them, you undid my blouse and put my naked baps on display in front of the whole class."

"Did I fuck you?"

"Yes, up my arse. You lay on my desk and I squatted over you, totally naked, and let my whole class watch how easily I can take your big, fat prick up my bottom."

"And what were they doing?"

"The boys all had their cocks out, and were wanking."

"Big cocks?"

"Oh yeh, really huge young pricks, rock hard, lusting after my naked body, ogling my tits and panting with hunger for my pussy."

"And the girls?"

"They were all topless, their tits bouncing as they stuffed their hands into their panties and frigged their sopping cunts. They were all masturbating, boys and girls, their eyes glazed with lust as they watched Miss Boswell take her boyfriend's huge prick up her shitter."

"Did they touch you?"

"The girls first. That redhead girl Rachel came up and started licking my pussy, tonguing my wet flaps while you hammered my rectum. One of the other girls was kneeling behind her and licking her virgin bottom while she munched my rug. And then Sarah came up and squatted on the desk over my face so I could eat her muff. Then I started drilling my tongue into her butthole. I wanted to get her shithole nice and wet so you could bugger her darling."

Sarah Price again. Emma knows I have a thing for her and just the thought of forcing my cock up her eighteen year old bottom is enough to make my already stiff prick throb painfully.

"You'd like to watch that wouldn't you - your boyfriend sodomising your pupils?"

"Oh fuck yes. I'd hold their cheeks apart from you and tease their virgin bottoms with my fingers to loosen them up for you."

"Did the boys touch you."

"Oh yeh. They were all around me, hands everywhere, mauling my tits, stroking my bush, slapping my arse."

"And your bottom was itching for their dicks, right?"

Emma's fingers are now deep in her pussy, squelching in the depths of her sex as she recalls her afternoon's reverie. She barely manages an affirmative grunt. I ask her again.

"You wanted them didn't you? You wanted to feel their big young pricks fucking your arse didn't you? You wanted to show them what a dirty bitch you are when you've got a cock up your back passage."

"Yes. Yes. It's true. I wanted them all, very single one, one after the other hard up my arse while I ate Rachel's hot ginger cunt."

"Oh Emma, if only they all knew. If only those oversexed teenaged boys in your class realised what a wanton anal slut you are. They'd come in their pants if they realised that their prim and proper teacher uses her arsehole more for fucking than for shitting."

"I want to show them all Tom. I want them all to see that I'd drop my knickers for them at any time. I'd bend over and spread my cheeks and let them bugger me whenever they want."

"So do it."

Emma immediately shifted onto all fours and I knelt behind her, drinking in the delicious spectacle of my normally shy girlfriend at her most slutty. I ask her who she wanted first, and begin to tease her anus with my tongue.

"I want the one with the biggest cock."

"And who's that?" I ask, temporarily tearing my tongue away from her puckered arsehole.

"You tell me. You've seen them after games in the showers."

The answer to that one was easy. Shafiq. A slim, muscled, Pakistani boy who was captain of the cricket team. The other lads made jokes about his 'third stump' so huge was his prick. He was also in Emma's A level class. That settled, the role play began. Emma reached behind herself and grabbed her buttocks with both hands, spreading them wide apart so that her wrinkled brown shithole bulged lewdly. Her thick pubic bush grew up around her arsehole and beneath her pulsating quoit her beefy cuntlips flopped wetly together.

"Come and fuck me Shafiq," she panted, "I want you cock up my arse. My boyfriend, Mr Smith, told me it's the biggest in the school and so I want you to fill my guts with it."

"Won't I hurt you, Miss?" Emma shivered slightly when I added the word 'MIss'. The fantasy was taking hold of her.

"No. Shafiq, I've taken hundreds of pricks up my arse. Just spit on my arsehole and ram that big brown monster up my shitter." Emma's delicate forefinger located her throbbing shit-ring and began plunging into her anus, as if scratching the itch which only Shafiq's tool could soothe.

I lowered my face to between my girlfriend's lewdly-spread buttocks and adopting my teenage alter-ego, began to drill my tongue into her shitter.

"Ooh yes Shafiq, you really know how to do that. Lick me where I shit you dirty boy. Get me nice and wet for that big dong of yours."

"Shit, Miss, you've got such a fine tasty arsehole," I croak, between fevered licks of her squirming pooper, "I always knew you were the kind of slut who liked it up the shitter."

"Oh I love it Shafiq, I just adore stiff pricks up my bottom. It's all yours. Take my arsehole - you'll have to punish me for being such a dirty slut by really fucking my poop-chute hard. Fuck me till you blow your load in my guts, then I'll take all your mates - one after the other while the whole class watches."

"Oh I will Miss, don't worry. We'll all take turns fucking your arse until you have to shit out the biggest load of jism you've ever been given." I return to my licking of Emma's humid butthole, savouring its earthy taste, covering her puckered rim with my lips as I drive my tongue as far into her rectum as I can. Half an hour before, my cock had been filling her rectum and so her hole is loose and pliable tonight. I can lick inside her, taste the inside of her bottom. Nothing compares with this. I love every inch of my girlfriend's sexy body - I relish her full ripe tits in my hands and large brown nipples in my sucking mouth, I love her tangy cunt pressed to my face too, but nothing controls me like her bottom - her full, peachy, wobbling buttocks and hidden between them her tight brown shithole. I love her arsehole when it's tight and hard, cringing under my stabbing tongue; I love it when it's freshly sodomised and leaking jism; I love it fresh and soapy after her shower; I love it raunchy and sweaty after she's been for a run, I just love it any which way. Her arsehole consumes me. I spread her buttocks apart, gripping her cheeks firmly, and drive my tongue into her slackened pooper, wishing my tongue was three times the length. Suddenly my tongue comes into contact with something firm and bitter in her bottom and I feel my cock stiffen as I realise that things are about to get much dirtier. The utter perversity of the situation isn't lost on me - a grown man, a secondary school teacher indeed, drilling his tongue into his girlfriend's backside (herself a teacher) and savouring the taste of her shit whilst pretending to be an eighteen year old schoolboy. I kneel back on my haunches and lick my fingers, slipping the first two into Emma's butthole. I feel the blunt end of her turd a couple inches up into her rectum.

"You've got a big juicy turd up your arse, Miss."

"You're so dirty Shafiq."

"No Miss, you're the dirty one - begging me to do your butt when you know you're packing a huge log of shit up there." I dig my fingers into the poop in Emma's crapper, stretching her yielding ringpiece with my knuckles. I love to bugger women when their bowels are full and feel my cock stab into a mass of hot, fudgey shit, but tonight I have another fantasy to fulfil.

"I want to watch you shit." I feel her shithole spasm around my probing digits as the suggestion hits home.

"Would it turn you on to see me shit a big turd, Shafiq?"

"Oh fuck me yes Miss. I want to see what your beautiful arsehole is really made for; see a big fat turd slither out of your brown-hole and then ram my cock into your rectum while it's still hot and moist with your shit." The last taboo has been reached. Emma and I have seen everything else. I have watched other men fuck her shitter, I have seen her licking her own sister's cunt, she has fucked me with a dildo, she has seen me fucking and being fucked my other men, we have pissed all over each other. But now it is time for me to observe her most intimate act - using her arsehole for its natural purpose. I have DVDs and pictures on my PC of hundreds of women shitting for the pleasure of men, but I want to see my own girlfriend shit now for my pleasure. She doesn't know it, but two weeks ago I first satisfied my lust for her poop. One morning when she was going into work I feigned illness and said I'd stay at home. The night before I had painstakingly cleaned the toilet with disinfectant then washed it through with several flushings of water. Then I had disabled the flush mechanism. Sure enough, when I walked into the bathroom, a huge brown turd was in the pan. I fished it out and placed it on the bathroom floor. I worked a dildo into my own arsehole and stooped to lick the knobbly surface of Emma's large and very unladylike turd. I realised that even without touching my cock I was about to cum so I knelt forward and came over her shit log. The sight of that made me hard again within a minute and I resumed my fevered licking of Emma's juicy stool, licking off my own jism. Then I lay in the bath and holding her shit in my hand, let it rest on my lips, imagining that Emma was squatting over me, straining and farting as she shat into my mouth. I had planned just to smear her poop over my body, but overcome by lust I actually bit off and soft chunk and began eating it. As I savoured her bitter dung I smeared the remainder of her greasy crap over my chest and cock. I was so incredibly turned on, not even slightly repulsed, by the realisation that I was actually eating my own girlfriend's fresh turd and I came for a second time.

Now she kneels before me, a turd up her feminine bottom, a turd which I am going to enjoy hot from its source. Burying her face in the pillow and mashing her tits into the bed, Emma reaches behind her back and grasps her smooth butt cheeks, spreading them far apart so that her hard anal ring is prominent, still shiny with my saliva. Her hairy ring piece begins to flex and pucker, just like it does when I slam her fanny from behind. I lick it, to feel her shithole spasm against my tongue as she prepares to evacuate her bowels. I can taste the tip of her turd with my tongue, but she stops straining as long as I am french-kissing her butthole - shitting into her boyfriend's mouth is still a perversion too far. I settle back on my haunches and urge her on in her filthy display. Fuck she looks lovely like this, gloriously and deliciously wanton. I almost call her darling but remember in time that I am playing the part of Emma's eighteen year old student, Shafiq.

"Come on Miss, shit for me . . . shit out that big fucker and make some room for my huge dick."

Emma's squirming ringpiece swells obscenely and suddenly the glistening tip of an evidently enormous turd comes into view. It oozes slowly from her arsehole, her ring stretched tightly around the greasy shaft of the turd. After a couple of inches emerge she seems to suck it back into her bottom, then resumes her grunting effort to expel it. Four inches of fat turd are poking from her arse now.

"Stop" I say, "I want to savour this."

"Is this turning you on Shafiq? Watching me shit a big turd from my arse so you can bugger my horny little arsehole."

Her turd is inches from my face, I lean forward and gingerly begin to lick Emma's slippery turd. When she realises what I am doing she shudders with excitement.

"Oh you dirty little pervert," Emma manages to groan as she plugs her vadge with her fingers and masturbates herself while her boyfriend/student licks her poop. I fist my cock madly as I lick up and down the length of Emma's half-shat turd, savouring its heat and firmness as I do so. I cover the tip of her turd with my lips and begin to lower my mouth onto it, fellating her shit as if I were sucking a big brown cock. I slowly take more and more of her shit into my mouth, until my lips are pressed against her savagely spread shit-ring. At that moment Emma realises that her protruding stool is entirely in my mouth and she immediately speeds up the frigging action in her cunt.

"Oh fuck yes Shafiq, show me how much you want my arse, lick that big turd, taste my poo, oh fuck . . ." Emma begins to come, and I settle back to watch her shit the rest of her load, the tang of her salty, bitter brown love in my mouth. She pants like a dog as she frigs her tender cunt to orgasm and lets the shit slip quickly from her arse, a big fat log slithering from her bottom and breaking off when it reaches about six inches. It falls onto the bed between her legs and is joined by another and then another equally massive log of steaming crap. Her anus, now empty, flutters briefly as she farts loudly and without warning I force my cock up her shitty, gaping arsehole.

"Ooooh yeh, bugger me Shafiq, ram that huge prick up my shitter and make me cum." She squeals and groans as my invading tool works deeper into her shit-smeared arsehole.

"Ahhhh yeah, Oh you dirty fucker!" Emma moans, shifting her hands to her arse cheeks and spreading them apart.

"Stuff that cock up my arse baby!" She implores. I force more of my cock into her submissive brown hole and savour the exquisite friction of her butthole, greasy and gritty with her shit.

"I'm gonna fuck you like a dog, bitch!" I shout as she moans with approval. 

With fiendish delight I looks down, admiring the sight of Emma relishing being fucked in the most degrading fashion. She is kneeling forward on her knees with her face turns sideways and press against the bed, on a pillow of long brown hair. Her hands squeeze the cheeks of her sexy arse, which is raised in the air and impaled on my rock hard cock. Emma's barks of pain resonated around the room as an expressions of depraved pleasure swept over her angelic face. Her long fingernails presses into the firm flesh of her rump as I force my prong deeper.

"Yeah, take my big Muslim dick up your shitpipe!" I grunt with glee.

Emma lets out high-pitched yelps as I drive in the last few inches of my cock with a series of short thrusts. She suddenly seizes a pillow and promptly clenches her teeth into the soft padding, clearly overwhelmed by the burning sensations from her behind. With a final thrust her tight arse relents, accepting the length of my shaft. I sigh with pleasure as Emma continues biting the pillow, her muffled moans emanating from the spongy cushion that is now scored with deep teeth marks.

"Oh God it's so big," she whimpers, tears forming in her eyes.

I hold still and after a few seconds she lifts her head from the pillow, glancing around at me.

"Don't stop baby, I can take it. Hump my rump hard!" She says, ramming her butt back onto my dong to take every last inch deep in her shitter.




What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Ch. 02



"Is my dick longer than Mr Smith's, Miss?"

"Oh fuck yeh, it's bloody huge Shafiq. Yours is longer and thicker and harder and I love it. You can fuck me whenever you like, I'll bend over and take your big circumcised prick up my back-passage in front of the whole class if you want."

With that I began slowly fucking her corn hole. I lean forward and grip her shoulders and continue the anal mania, gradually building pace. Emma is now moaning loudly and has discarded the pillow, her tight arse now accepting my cock. I start powering into her and with each thrust feel my nut sack slap against her sopping hairy pussy, the cunt lips seemingly kissing my balls to stimulate a new load of cum. Her arsehole clutches at my cock like a fist as I stroke in and out purposefully. Seeing Emma's bedside table I grinned with a nasty thought. I know what she keeps in her top drawer! I raised my hands to her joggling melons and squeeze them, pinching her engorged nipples roughly.

"Spread your pussy open" I tell her.

As her hands drop to her crotch and peel her fleshy lips apart obligingly, I reach into her bedside drawer for her dildo. It's a huge brown one, lifelike with massive balls; Emma calls it her 'big Arab'. I bring it to her mouth for her to lick.

"Yeh Miss, lick that fat Arab knob and get it nice and slippery for your big hairy cunt. Show me how hot your are for big dark cocks."

"Oh shit, I love dark meat. I love big Arab cocks, and Paki cocks, and Indian cocks, and black men's cocks." I know this well. She has certainly never hidden her considerable interest in non-white men. We went to Cairo for a long weekend this summer and Emma spent quite a bit of it on her hands and knees in our hotel room taking the quite enormous tool of the Arab room service boy up her lilly-white English bottom while I filled her slippery fanny. On the morning we left I watched her bend over for him one final time and noticed his puckered anus winking between his taut hairy buns. Overcome with almost irrational lust I knelt behind him and thrust my tongue into his sweaty shithole and rimmed him for a while before feeding my cock up his butt and fucking his boycunt while he drove his own massive boner up my whimpering girlfriend's rear. It was an experience that we are both keen to repeat as soon as we can.

Emma slobbers lustfully over the rubber dong in my hand, no doubt recalling the Arab lad's tasty pole as she does so. Dirty bitch.

"Oh God, you filthy bastard!" She exclaims as I force the dong deep into her juicy cunt and resume stabbing my cock into her arse.

"I thought you'd love some double penetration, you dirty slut!" I exclaimed. "I should bring some mates from the cricket team and give you a proper seeing to - me up your shitter, another big teenage cock in your puss, one in your mouth and another between those big sweaty jugs of yours."

She moans loudly. "Yeah, fuck my holes Shafiq. Fuck both my holes!"

I corkscrew the dong in her pussy as I drive it deeper whilst she bounces on my cock. In the mirror I see the expression of ecstasy on her face. Viscous cooze is spilling from her twat, running down the shaft of her Arab dildo and dripping from its fake balls onto the bed. She takes hold of the dong and like a woman possessed fucks herself using the Arab phallus. She then pulls it out and draws it to her mouth, guzzling greedily as her own fanny juice dribbles from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. She briefly holds my gaze in the mirror before driving the dong back up her pussy. I move my hands back to her C-cups and slap them savagely as I continue to thrust my rigid prick into her sluttily offered arsehole.

"That's what you need Miss," I roar, "A fat cock up your hot sexy arse. Tell me how much you love it!"

"Fuck, I love it," she moans breathlessly with glee. "Yeah, I love being bent over with a cock rammed up my arse. I love feeling my arse burn as some dirty fucker prizes open my dark hole."

Conscious of the cum starting to fizz in my nuts I reach forward and grab a length of her long hair in each hand to produce a crude rein. Her head reels back as I pull hard on the hair bridle and continue to thrust mercilessly into her anus. Locked in place with her arse skewered by my cock and her hair in my unrelenting grip, Emma wails like a bitch on heat as I ride her like a horse and fuck her like a dog, slamming up her rear passage. With each thrust her body lurches forward under the weight of my frenzied humping. 

"Give it to me Shafiq! Stab my shitty arse! Spill your cream in my bowels!" Emma cries, my cock sawing in and out of her ravaged arsehole.

Releasing her hair I clutch her hips, bracing them before jack hammering my cock into her tight arsehole. I slap her arse cheeks, bring my hand down hard on each quivering buttock, then moving my hand back up to her udders, I close my eyes basking in the glorious satisfaction of fucking my tasty girlfriend in the most nasty and undignified way. I reach down between her spread knees and pick one of her turds, still warm. I bring it to my mouth and allow myself a surreptitious lick of my girlfriend's incomparable dung, then lean forward and without warning smear her hot shit-log over her sweaty tits.

"Oh you filthy bastard," she mews, "you're a pervert."

"It's what dirty bitches like you need Miss," I growl, "Their own shit smeared over their jugs while they get porked up their shitty buttholes."

"Oh this is so wild. I think I'm gonna come, having my hooters smeared with my own shit," she pants, just before she begins bucking like a pony on my cock, a shattering orgasm washing over her abused body. While she climaxes I shove my prick harder up her guts than ever before, my hands enjoying her big, shit-smeared paps. Suddenly she cries aloud.

"Oooh God, I can't take any more. Take it out and cum over shitty teats." She pleads.

Despite her obvious distress I cannot now control my wicked desire to bust her arse and hear her scream. With a huge grin I slowly withdrew my cock from her smoking arse, which causes her to sigh with grateful relief.

"Thank you baby", she whimpers with an appreciative smile on her saintly face. "You're cock is just too big!"

Without a word I continue pulling my shaft out of her arse but pause when only the tip peaked inside her ruptured orifice. Then as Emma tries to shift from her obedient pose I grip her shoulders roughly, holding her in place.

"You're not going anywhere bitch!" I hiss, watching the innocent smile drain from her face. "Not until I finish busting your arse!"

She screams as I plunge my cock back into her tender back passage, which envelopes my cock in snug hold.

"What are you doing?" Emma cries in pain.

"Fucking you the only way you deserve it bitch! Up your dirty shit hole!" I snarl, pummeling her slack, farting arse with abandon. "I'm gonna give you a back door delivery you won't forget bitch."

I steer my cock deep into her arsehole and savour the image in the mirror of Emma leaning forward on her knees, arms locked behind her back and moaning as I fuck her tail. I clutch her shoulders again, my fingers pressing into her flesh, and pump her arse violently, feeling a delirious tingling in my balls.

"Come on, you mother fucker, bugger my dirty shithole until you shoot!" Emma grunts with tears in her eyes, resigned to receiving my cock up her arse. "Blow that load up my turd hole then."

She retrieves her chewed pillow and bites down hard on it again. Stabbing the length of my cock into her tight sexy arse I lurch over Emma's gorgeous body and blast my cum deep into her bowels. More cum pumps from my cock, the salty liquid filling and stinging her ravaged back passage. I slip my hands from her shoulders and cradle her swinging beshitted tits, squeezing them as the remainder of my jism spills into her arse.

"Fuck, that was good baby!" I groan. "Nothing like a bitch's tight arse to milk my cock dry."

Emma, with her head still buried in the pillow, doesn't respond. Then, much to her lament, I slowly drove my spent and shit-soiled cock in and out arse. Emma's moans escape from the pillow as I prolong the experience. With my balls now completely drained I withdraw from Emma's tight arse. I kneel back and enjoy the view of Emma's well fucked hole. The aftershocks of her orgasm are still washing over her body and I notice that she is still thrusting the dildo into her cunt. Her anus gapes obscenely and filthily open and the temptation is too much. Emma lets out a low groan as she feels my softening prick snaking up into her shit-pit once more. By the time I am fully embedded in her shitter I am starting to become quite flaccid, so holding her hips tightly I relax and relieve myself, pissing into her rectum. I hold her slim body tightly, pissing like a racehorse up her guts and suddenly I feel her shake and whimper. She is having another orgasm, her bowels full of her boyfriend's hot piss.



What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Ch. 03



NOTE: As with previous stories of mine, this is mostly about anal sex with a fair amount of explicit scat and watersports thrown in. And if you're from the US, then remember than in the UK a 'fanny' is a pussy and 'ass' is a beast of burden.

"Please Tom. Can't she just stay for a couple of weeks until she gets herself sorted out?"

"I don't think it's a good idea babe."

"Why?" My girlfriend was almost whining her plea, "She's split from her bloke and has got nowhere to live, and she's an old friend."

"But she's a crazy nympho Emma." It was true. Emma's old college room-mate Claire was a certified slapper. "She's just split from Dave so she'll be as horny as hell and be bringing a different guy back here every night for a noisy fuck-on-the-rebound."


"Or a different girl"

That was a possibility. I knew all about the lesbian shenanigans that she and my girlfriend had got up to at university, and Emma knew that talking about it got me horny. I had a vivid picture in my mind of them both naked, fondling one anothers ripe teenage breasts, fingering their itchy pussies and bringing themselves to juddering climaxes with their tongues. My girlfriend and her ex-flatmate Claire were what we refer to in England as L.U.G.s or 'lesbians until graduation' meaning otherwise heterosexual girls who choose, for whatever reason, to have sex with their girlfriends while a student (a public-school educated friend of mine - who claims to have been rogered up the arse by a minor royal at Eton - says that boys get through that phase sooner; as he puts it, P.A.P.S. or, 'poofter at prep-school'!) Emma has never made any secret of her lesbian liaisons at university, in fact she has described many of them in detail for my pleasure, and like most men (I suspect) I find her continuing bisexuality a huge turn-on.

"And besides, she's working so she won't have that much time for sexual marathons," she added, trying to persuade me to give house room to her ex-lover.

It was true that Claire had a job, but she was a nurse, and you know what they say: there are only two sure things in life - death and nurses. To begin with, I wasn't that all that keen on having Emma's ex-girlfriend around the house, especially as Emma was going to be away leading a sixth form trip abroad for a week, but not for the reasons I had given Emma. What Emma didn't know is that Claire and I had already had sex a couple of weeks before. She had been going through a rough patch with Dave (which usually meant he wasn't managing to fuck her twice a day) and she had come round to our place, as she put it, to cry on my girlfriend's shoulder (which, of course, I took to mean 'lick out my girlfriend's pussy') but Emma was away at a conference, so I cooked her supper and opened several bottles of wine. Of course one thing led to another and wine led to a snog and a snog led to feeling her tits up, and soon I was having some of the hardest, dirtiest sex of my entire life. Don't get me wrong - my girlfriend is a perverted, dirty little bitch in the sack, but Claire was something else, sexually insatiable with a filthy gob on her that makes Layla Jade sound like a nun!

Having her back in the house with Emma away was sure tempting, but perhaps a little too risky as I had never told Emma about our tryst. However, I also knew that there was every chance that with Claire living with us there would be a replay of their student rug-munching days with me as a spectator, and that was a very tempting prospect indeed. All it would take would be a few glasses of wine and I knew my girlfriend wouldn't be able to resist a whiff of pussy from her old lover. So that slight possibility of witnessing my girlfriend and our proposed lodger in the throws of lesbo lust was just enough for me to agree.

Claire turned up the following weekend and moved her worldly goods into our spare room. She seemed genuinely grateful for the room and greeted Emma warmly with a kiss - a little too warmly I thought, but then I suppose they had such a history of intimacy that I could hardly be surprised. Emma asked her if she had been able to get all of her belongings from Dave's flat.

"Yeh, but no thanks to that shithead - I hope his pathetic little dick drops off." This was the Claire I knew. In common with a lot of public school educated posh birds, she had a mouth like a sewer and the sort of temper that you'd expect a red-head like her to have. "Do you know what he was doing while I was there collecting my clothes?" I had a feeling she was going to tell us. "He was fucking her!"

"Who?" Emma asked, rather unnecessarily.

"That, that . . . trollop." Claire spat the word out. "That silly little whore that he's moved into his place. He was fucking her slack fanny from behind in the kitchen all the time I was there. Fucking bastard."

A case of the pot calling the kettle black I mused given that dear old Dave had given Claire the heave-ho when he came back early from work and found her taking it up the shitter from the builder who had been building his conservatory. What's more, she had taken it up the arse from me a week before that. That had always been Claire's problem: she had relationships with successful, intelligent, wealthy men but craved something rougher. Getting her pony club subs paid and being taken out for expensive meals were never enough; she craved illicit, hurried sexual liaisons with working men, men who fucked her like a piece of meat, who spat on their knobs like actors in porno and mauled her tits with rough workman's hands as they buggered her flawless white bottom. Emma's theory about Claire was simple: having gone to a girls' school, she was mostly lesbian until she got to university so she looked to women for tender, erotic sex; men, on the other hand, meant mindless, pointless fucking, as hard and as dirty as possible.

Claire had a bath and came down for dinner that evening, looking fresh and fragrant. She was beautiful, no doubt about it. Her long red hair was tied into a bun, with wisps falling onto her bare shoulders. She wore a little black dress, her enormous knockers thrust upward and together, the black of her dress accentuating the ivory whiteness of her lightly freckled skin. He waist was narrow, flaring out at the hips and leading in a gentle slope to her full rounded bottom. Her eyes were a soft green and her full lips could only be described as 'cocksucking'. I wondered how many cocks she had in fact sucked; hundreds probably. She drank some white wine and, as she put the glass down, licked her lips. I realised that this tongue was the same tongue that had lashed my girlfriend's pussy to climax so many times in the past. I began to feel inexplicably slightly jealous of Emma. Emma, after all, had tasted Claire's pussy, and often too. She had described it for me on many occasions - a hot, sopping gash beneath a thicket of curly ginger pubes, a tight little pink arsehole just below. It was extraordinary how a woman so well-bred and obviously beautiful could at the same time look so gloriously slutty. She was one of those girls who you knew took it up the chuff. Everything about her cried 'Fuck me.' My eyes were again drawn to her breasts and I remembered that Emma had sucked on Claire's magnificent teats as well, slurped and chewed on her big pink nipples, just as I had. Suddenly Claire's voice interrupted my reverie.

"Are you a tit man Tom?"

"Sorry?" I coughed, almost choking on a mouthful of wine.

"It's just that you've been staring at my boobs for ages now."

Before I could respond Emma answered for me.

"It's hardly surprising Claire. More of your tits are out in the open than are inside your dress."

"If you've got it flaunt it, I say." Claire gave me a flirtatious look. "So, Tom, would you say you were a breast man or not?"

"I think he's more of an arse man really," Emma said with an astonishing lack of embarrassment.

"Oh really," Claire's eyes twinkled wickedly. "It's all falling into place. Emma told me that you've converted her to backdoor love. You bad boy."

"Em, for God's sake!" I must have been blushing like a pillar box at this point. Claire was really out of order. She knew damn well that I was most definitely a 'tit-man' given the amount of attention I had paid to her mams that night, and as for my predilection for sodomy, well, that had been made pretty clear too.

"Oh don't get in a stew Tom, these are the sort of things girls talk about all the time."

"Well, I'm not a girl, so talk among yourselves."

"Come on Tom, it's nothing to be ashamed of," she shot me a knowing look. "In fact if Emma is to be believed, then you have a great deal to be proud of . . . "

So that's what they giggled about on the phone every weekend, buggery and the size of my knob. I wondered if Emma had divulged some of the more colourful details of our sex life. Claire had been pretty wild together, but I assumed that the kinkier aspects of my relationship with Emma were unknown to her. Perhaps Emma had told her? Perhaps Emma knew all about my night of lust with her old flame? Claire was certainly flashing me 'knowing' looks and I could see that her nipples were erect, poking through the velvety fabric of her tight dress. How I remembered those fantastic pink nips of hers . . . how big and hard they felt in my mouth, salty with the sweat of rutting. With some difficulty I managed to steer the conversation in a more innocent direction before my painful erection got any larger.

When we finally said our goodnights and Emma and I retired to bed I was hornier that I had been in a long time. As soon as the door was closed we kissed, Emma's mouth clamped to mine like a limpet mine, her tongue swirling around my mouth. I slipped my hands under her skirt and into her panties, squeezing her bum and pulling her towards me so that her cunt mound was pressed against my tumescent cock. Within seconds we were naked and I snogged her, my cock hard between her legs against her humid cunt lips, her hard brown nipples grazing my chest as I tasted her mouth. Emma sank to her knees and took my painfully stiff penis in to her mouth, jacking the shaft as she sucked me. As she slurped on my cock I felt her slim finger trace a ring around my hairy arsehole and slip gently inside, seeking out my prostate. Her excellent technique was bringing me close to coming and I warned her so.

"But I want to taste your cum baby, I can't wait for it," she begged, lust burning from her brown eyes.

And sure enough, after a couple of minutes of expert cock-sucking and two fingers ramming up my shitter, my cock exploded. Emma took the first gob of jism greedily in her mouth, sucking it down, then pulled my spurting prick out of her mouth to aim the following volleys of spunk over her face and tits. Grabbing my rapidly softening knob, Emma led me to en suite bathroom and into the shower. Kneeling before me she closed her eyes and cupped her full, tanned titties. Panting, she opened her mouth enticingly. I knew want she wanted and, thanks to more than a bottle of wine I was well qualified to give it to her. I relaxed and let a jet of scalding piss spurt from my cock over her breasts, hosing each firm orb clean from the clinging ropes of jism that they I had spattered over her jugs. She moaned softly and fondled her slippery jugs as I showered her with hot piss, pinching her large brown nipples and savouring the sensation of hot urine splashing over them. I pissed upwards towards her face, washing off the spunk that was hanging from her chin, then into her mouth, filling it with urine which she struggled to gulp down. When I had forced the last few drops of pee from my cock I pulled her up and kissed her, tasting her pissy mouth and feeling her slippery teats slide over my chest. Then it was my turn to kneel at her feet and receive what she had to offer. I pressed my mouth to her hairy mound, slipping my tongue between the meaty lips of her cunt. I was busily tongue-fucking her twat when she shuddered, grasped her joggling melons and began peeing in my mouth. Her pee was hot, salty, delicious. I gulped it down as I had the wine earlier, and I mused that I was contributing to the environment by recycling it again. I pulled my tongue from her fanny and let her piss splash my face, before covering her bushy cleft once more and swallowing the last of her hot piss that came fizzing and hissing from her pussy. I was hard again and I whispered that I wanted to fuck her, thrusting two finger up her sopping cunt to ram home the message. No time or inclination to shower, we were going to fuck right there on the bathroom floor.

Emma got on all fours and thrust her bum towards me.

"I going to have to do without this for a week so make it last Tom. Fuck me hard."

I knelt behind her and stroked the engorged head of my cock up and down the furry cleft of her pussy, teasing her.

"Just fuck me baby, stick it up my cunt."

"How are you going to manage a whole week without getting porked Emma?"

"I'll manage. What about you though?"

"I guess I'll have to manage too."

"Probably not necessary with Claire here. I doubt that she'd refuse a fuck if you offered."

My dick hardened even more at Emma's reference to Claire. She was practically suggesting that I fuck her ex-lover for crying out loud! I deflected her from that subject in case she thought again and retracted her permission.

"Well, I'm sure that there'll be a lot of sixth-form cock straining to get inside your knickers over the next week too darling. Shafiq's going on this trip isn't he?" With that I thrust my prick up into her slippery cunt channel and began humping her. I knew that it would make her horny if I mentioned Shafiq - the school cricket captain and proud owner of the biggest flaccid cock I'd ever seen in the school changing rooms. Most boys would creep embarrassed into the showers, trying to shield their adolescent genitals from view as they showered in the shortest time possible. But not Shafiq. Knowing that he was hung, he would saunter naked into the showers, his huge brown dong swinging between his slim, muscled legs, enjoying the sidelong glances that the less generously endowed were giving him. Ever since I had mentioned his natural 'gifts' Emma had been almost obsessed with him and I knew that only by desperately clinging to professional propriety was she able to resist the temptation to seduce him. I hoped more than anything that during the trip to Paris she would give into that temptation.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck yes," she moaned, almost incoherent with lust as I slammed her squelching vadge. "Fuck me hard, like you're going to fuck that ginger bitch behind my back. Fuck me like Shafiq is going to fuck me next week."

"I'd like to imagine that Emma: you on your hands and knees every night, panting, as Shafiq feeds his huge brown dick up your arse. You getting royally buggered in some Parisian hotel by a young Pakistani lad while I shag the arse off Claire here in our bed."

"Oh Tom, that's so hot. I want to watch you fuck her, I want to see you rodding her back passage. I bet the dirty bitch loves it up her arse."

"Sure she does. She's a filthy nympho bitch, a dirty slut like you who loves getting her shithole packed with cock. And you're a dirty bitch who's going to have an itchy butthole all week thinking about all those big teenage cocks that could be buggering her."

I looked down at the wrinkled knot of her anus, big and brown and succulent, pouting and flexing with every savage thrust of my tool in her cunt. I can't resist it. Her cunt felt good around my thrusting cock; hot and wet - her beefy cunt-flaps massaging the painfully hard shaft of my thrusting dick. But her arse . . . my God, her arse rules me (it always amuses me to think that in Latin 'rectum' is part of the verb 'to rule' - who said it was only the Greeks who were into shit-packing!) Emma's pussy is perfect; as far from porn star quim as you can get - big beefy flaps forested with curly brown pubes which extend from her belly-button right round to her heavenly anus, but even when I'm feasting on her box, all it takes is the slightest whiff of her shithole and I'm down there immediately, stabbing my tongue into her pooper. I licked my fingers and began to massage the rubbery rim of her shithole, slipping my forefinger into her hot, clammy rectum. I could feel the blunt end of a turd only inches from her anal opening, and working my second finger into her shit-pit I toyed with the tip of her log. I pulled my aching cock from her hairy pussy with an obscene slurp and spat on her stretched pucker to moisten her impending sodomising.

"No, Tom, I really need a shit."

I continued to finger her rubbery arsehole, excited beyond belief by the hot shit that filled her bottom. The first girlfriend I had ever buttfucked, a willowy blonde lass called Caroline, had relished a good hard anal pounding as much as my current lover, but unlike Emma had always prepared the way with a pre-sodomy enema. This always seems to me a denial of what anal sex actually is: a deeply unnatural, perverted act. It's fucking a girl not in a substitute pussy, but where she shits.

Oblivious to her protests, knowing that she relished having her full bottom fucked as much as I enjoyed fucking it, I pressed the crown of my dick, slippery with her viscous fanny-batter, onto the cringing brown rim of her anus and began pushing forward. It took me almost a minute to work my helmet into her shitter, but once I was in I began to steadily work my shaft into her backside. Almost immediately I felt my cock come up against something firm in her bottom, and I continued to thrust into her arse, my rigid dick sinking deeper into her chute, butting against the mass of poop up her passage until I was completely buried up her, my balls resting against the steaming lips of her cunny. Emma raised her torso up so that she was kneeling infront of me, sitting on my prick and panting like a horse as she struggled to accommodate my hard cock in her already full bottom. I brought my hands around to cup her breasts, pinching on her swollen nipples.

"Oh baby, your arse was made to fuck," I groaned in her ear, "It's so fucking hot and tight. I can feel your shit around my cock."

"Tom I feel so full - your cock and a big turd up my arse - it's like being fucked by a fourteen inch dick."

"Or like being fucked by Shafiq." I knew that the mention of her fantasy schoolboy stud would turn her on. "I know you want him to shag you baby, and I want to watch. I want to see his huge cock pistoning in and out of your gorgeous bum."

"O God Tom, I want it too. I need that big Paki cock fucking my shitter, feel him filling my back-passage, feel his big balls slap against my fanny, feel his hands squeezing my tits."

"And I'll fuck Claire here too darling, right in front of you; give her one hard up the shitter while you watch, make those big jugs bounce while I bugger her."

I had the hots for Claire big-time and I knew that the moment Emma left for France I would waste no time in getting into her knickers and tasting that ginger cunt of hers. Don't get me wrong: Emma is all that I desire; she's my perfect woman - pretty, big-titted, hairy-cunted and with a penchant for being shit-canned. But I also love to fuck other women; it's the thrill of difference I suppose. But I love to watch Emma getting fucked by other guys too; I love to watch other men (and women) feast on her pussy, teasing her big hairy fanny with their tongues as they finger her shithole, I love to see her reach behind to spread her buttocks for a good rimming, her delicious brown anus blooming like a rose, I love to see how massively erect men's dicks get when they are eating her arsehole, I love to see the lascivious expression on her beautiful face while some guy eases his huge erection into her cringing bottom, I love to see her ramming her butt back onto the fucker's dong, cramming more and more of his turgid meat into her greedy shit-tube, I love to see how hard her big brown nipples get when she is being buggered, I love to see her cum with another man's prick up her shitter, I love to see her viscous cooze dripping from her furry cunt in long strings as another guy uses her bum for his pleasure, I love to hear her tortured shithole slurping and farting under every sodomistic thrust of the cock in her arse, I love to see and hear how a big cock up her arse turns my prim little French teacher girlfriend into a filthy-talking, anal-maniac whore and I love to see the look of ecstatic exhaustion on the face of the guy shagging her when he at last comes and unloads a torrent of jism up her guts.




What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Ch. 03



And right now I want that other guy to be Shafiq, her own pupil. I want to see her buttfucked and dominated by a well hung 16 year old Pakistani boy, I want to see her tight little arsehole wrenched open by a big circumcised prick, I want to see Shafiq feast on his teacher's hairy fanny and maul her big white tits before drilling his tongue into her shit-box to prepare her for the buggering of her life.

Emma flopped down onto the bed again and thrust her butt back on to my cock. I began to thrust in and out of her dirty arse, her fudgey shit acting as lubrication. Emma writhed beneath me, slapping her hot cunt with her palm as I buggered her. The room was filled with the spicy, earthy aroma of her shit and my thrusting cock was streaked with brown as I pulled out of her anus, only to slam back into her back passage, into her hot turds. I squatted behind her, my feet flat on the bed and began shoving my dick violently into her crapper, churning the contents of her bowels. I felt her body tense beneath me as she started to climax, her palm working her clitoris while she fingered her swampy cunt with her free hand.

"Oh fuck baby, I'm coming . . . coming with your huge cock up my shitty arse. Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm so fucking full."

"Yeh, come on babe, cum for me while I stir your hot shit. Imagine it's Shafiq humping your crap-filled guts and cum for him baby."

"Oh God, Tom, that's what I want, hard up my shitter."

"What do you want darling?" I pant into her ear, reaching around to pinch her distended nipples roughly between my fingers as my rigid pole continues its relentless piston action into the (literally) shit-hot cavern of her rectum.

"Tell me what you want," I repeated the question, "A big teenage prick up your shitter?"

"Yesss," she hissed, near to coming.

"Shafiq's big Muslim cock up your back-passage while all his mates watch, feeling you up, squeezing your tits, frigging your twat, pinching your nipples, shoving their big hot dicks in your gob?"

"Yes, yes, oh fuck yes. Big cocks up my arse, in my pussy, in my mouth, between my norks; making me cum like the dirty slut I really am."

Her shit frothed around my pounding cock which elicited a satisfying squishy, slurping sound from her plundered bottom. I was close to coming. Without warning I withdrew my big hard cock from Emma's shit-tunnel with a disgustingly wet slurp and watched her shit-smeared ring-piece spasm helplessly.

"Shove it back up me you fucker; make me cum you filthy bastard," she moaned, shoving a finger into her turd-packed arse by way of temporary relief.

"Lie on your back Emma, I want to see you face when you cum."

Emma lay on her back and I lifted her arse off the floor. She folded her long legs back beside her ears and balanced with her shoulders and elbows on bathroom the floor. Fuck, she was beautiful. Her face a rictus of lust, her fanny a tangled wet jungle of thick pubes, soaked with her own juices, her arsehole fluttering helplessly as she waited for my cock to enter its beshitted rim.

"Please darling, fuck your cock up there before I shit myself."

"On one condition . . ."

"Come on, don't fuck with me Tom, just fuck me," Emma panted, her freshly buggered dirtbox impatient for some meat again.

"Promise me then," I teased.

"Anything," she groaned, grasping my shitty knob and pulling it towards her slack pooper.

"That you'll seduce Shafiq next week and let him bugger you like you want me to do to you now."

"I promise," she panted. Her eyes said it all. Smouldering with lust, it was almost as if I could see the image of Shafiq's enormous fuck-meat reflected in her eyes. She wanted it. She wanted to be fucked and buggered by her teenage pupil, and she wanted it bad.

A gurgling fart erupted softly from her dirty arsehole I drove my cock home once more in a single glorious thrust that made her cry out and grasp her huge wobbling melons, pulling violently on her own erect nipples. I resumed my buggering action, ramming my dong into her churning crap-chute and digging my fingers into her bushy fanny. Soon she was having an orgasm, her lean sexy body thrashing wildly beneath me, babbling obscenities as the climax took hold of her, radiating from her cunt and shitter to engulf her entire body, now glistening with the sweat of sexual exertion. I thrust and thrust and thrust till I flooded her bowel with wad after wad of creamy jism, shooting my load into her shit.

Her teeth flashed as she grinned, held my eyes a moment, then, suddenly, released her bladder. A fountain of piss shot straight up and caught me in my chest. Her pee spurted in sudden jets with each of my remaining surging plunges in her rectum, stopping completely for a moment, then, as kept my cock motionless in her shit-canal, spurting in a continuous stream that splashed from my chest and dribbled in rivers down across her body, running between her quivering teats and collecting in the hollow of her throat. I stayed within her and we panted together, her eyes half closed, her face flushed. I leant forward, my cock still firmly up her shit-filled bottom, and lapped at her piss-wet tits, then licked up the pool of cooling piss at her neck, just between her collarbones. In a moment, my cock subsided in her shit-packed arse-pipe and I felt the sudden urge to have a wazz too. She was just about to drop her bottom to the floor, disengaging it from my fuck-rod, when I gripped her tightly and held her close just as I felt the first forcing of her rectum beginning to shit out my cock. My bladder relaxed and I watched her eyes widen in astonishment as my piss began to fill her bowel. Her mouth opened in wonder and then her eyes half closed again as she began to luxuriate in the warm flood in the depths of her guts. 

If you have never given a piss enema it is an extraordinary feeling. The tight walls of her rectum seemed to recede from contact with my cock so that my shaft seemed to be caught in a tight sphincter before plunging into a hot empty void. Almost empty. I could feel the turd within her move against my cock. Then as her inner sphincter "swallowed" the enema her rectum closed around my cock only to be immediately filled again as my piss flowed on. I had not realised how urgent my need had been and I felt a long relaxing wave in my back as my bladder drained into her. It must have been all that wine and mineral water.

Two, perhaps three more "swallows" and I was done, Emma's eyes bulged but still not a word passed her lips. I stayed within her, my cock hardening again as her rectum surged and her anus flutteringly gripped and relaxed around my dong. Slowly I eased out of her and her legs stretched out gingerly as I lay beside her, the perfume of her piss mingling with soapy smells of our bathroom. We kissed deeply, her tongue snaking into my mouth and linking with mine. As she rolled on her side I could hear the enema gurgle within her and her naked pubes seemed slightly tauter than usual and her belly slightly more rounded that usual . My finger found her slippery clit and my mouth, her rubbery brown nipple on her big fleshy teat. I pulled her close. Her knee crossed over mine and I clasped her firm buttock and looked down her back as I pressed her wobbling baps to my chest.

My cock was hard again and I laid her on her back once more and pressed the bell-end of my filthy cock against the sodden lips of her fanny. We both knew what this would mean - shit in her pussy, and the inevitable saga of antibacterial douches after sex. But sometimes you just get so horny that you can't help yourself. Emma looked at me tenderly and nodded in consent. I kissed her and slid my prick into her cunt as her legs curled around my back and I felt the delicate touch of her heel and calf on my buttocks. I moved gently within her and she moaned softly. We began to build a rhythm and our breath came shorter again. 

Emma's soft moans abruptly changed to a panicky gasp and a trace of wetness brushed my balls. She gave another gasp and then a soft resigned but contented sigh and a jet erupted from her bum with a splattering fart and shot hotly against my balls. I withdrew and watched as her bumhole pouted dryly a couple of times then once again ejected a long gassy squirt of my piss and spooge from her bowels, no trace of brown at first but ending with a last convulsive push with a dark coloured dribble that smeared the perfect skin of her lightly tanned cheeks. Suddenly her eyes widened again and she gave another soft "AH! Aaahhhh" Her anus bulged outward and the cleft of her bum flattened as she raised her knees and I gazed at the centre of her puckered chocolate starfish. The furry brown rim of her shithole bulged outward and at the centre a glistening dark egg appeared. Suddenly it began to gather speed and her bumhole stretched around the emerging dark mass. Her anus rim whitened as it stretched to accommodated a fat turd more than an inch in diameter. The beautiful rough texture of the shit oozing lewdly from her stretched pinky-brown bum. Her anus contracted momentarily placing a neck in the turd as it continued to flow and then with a sudden spasm it nipped shut and the steaming turd flopped wetly against the cleft of her buttocks. Her anus almost immediately began to distend again.

"No!" I whispered urgently and her anus clenched tight.

She lay, panting. Her legs resting in the expanding puddle on the white tiled floor and she reached up for me and I turned and sat astride her lowering my cock to her mouth. My cock was cleaner than it had been, thanks to all the piss I had sluiced into her arse-guts, but still smeared with a little of her poop. She sucked greedily on it. I picked up the piss soaked turd from between her smeared buttocks and began to slime her thick pubes with her shit, making her gasp as she felt the heat of her own crap on her already scalding cuntlips. I felt her finger probing my anus and was urgently reminded of my own pressing need. I felt her finger gouge the turd in my own rectum moving it about within me. She brought her finger out and gasped as she saw the brown stain smeared over it.

"Please," she whispered, blushing. "On my face."

My heart thumped with a surge of unbearable excitement and I crouched over her. I had dumped plenty of logs between her breasts, or on her belly, but now she was asking for it on her face! I looked back between my knees and saw her serene face staring intently between my buttocks. With a mental effort of will I relaxed my anus and pushed. As I did so I felt her tongue tickling the rim of my shithole, tracing around the hairy puckered flesh that was keeping my load up my arse. My cock, despite having cum up her shitter ten minutes earlier was painfully rigid, perhaps harder that it had ever been.

I felt my anus begin to stretch as Emma jerked her hands to my buttocks and further spread my cheeks. I pushed again and as I peered between my legs at last I could see the beginnings of a brown tail working from my rectum towards Emma's rapt gaze. The turd felt huge in my bum and it seemed to stick as I strained to force it out further.  Poor bitch, it was huge. A massive log of steaming man-shit, edging ever closer to my girlfriend's sweet mouth. Suddenly Emma clasped the sides of my arse and pulled it towards her face guiding the dark fat cigar of shit between her lips she began to lick and fellate my shit as though it were a second cock! Her pink pointed tongue fluttering over the crevices, gradually being stained brown as it became coated in my shit. I pushed again and a little more oozed into view to be engulfed by her wet lips. With a sudden lunge she bit and chewed off the end playing with the lump on her tongue and grinding it with her teeth, dribbles of saliva wettened shit smearing across her face. This was too much. The stuff of fantasy. I had eaten her shit, she had played with mine; but now for the first time she was actually eating my turd. I moved forward, the heavy log still hanging from my almost painfully stretched arsehole, and I touched my aching cock. That's all it took. One touch. One touch and I blew my load, for the second time in quarter of an hour (something I hadn't done since I was 18) and festooned Emma's heaving bosoms and firm belly with long pearly ropes of jism. With a sudden glorious release the rest of the turd shot from my rectum and landed with a slap on her tits where it coiled in her cleavage. She caught it up and smeared it over her breasts then rolled me off her and quickly squatted over me, thrusting her shit smeared bum close to my face where I drank in the heady fragrance of my lover's dung. In a moment her second turd began to squeeze from her bum and as it grew she thrust it at my lips. Like her I began to suck and lick at the emerging torpedo, tasting its bitter grime and reveling in its softly gritty texture. Her bum pumping it surge by surge deeper into my mouth as my tongue folded along its length.

The cleft of her bum flexing above my eyes as my senses soared to the next dimension. In flashes the turd would revert to being a disgusting shit and I gagged with revulsion, just as suddenly it would again be the nectar that proved my love for her. Suddenly the whole length expelled from her pouting anus and the turd almost choked me as it fell to the back of my throat. I closed my teeth though the hot fragmenting mass and pushed the portion in my mouth back through my lips. Her anus distended again and the piss soaked dregs from the depths of her bowel poured wetly over my face. With a cry of urgency Emma spun round and kissed me hard and open mouthed, the soft paste of the last of her shit warm on our cheeks. The smell engulfing our nostrils. We exchanged her turd between our mouths. first I would ooze it into her mouth and she would return it clasping it softly in her lips as though her face were shitting like her bum. At last our gritty tongues met and played in the shit filled caverns of our mouths. I slithered myself on top of her shit covered body and entered her cunt again. We snuggled together for a while kissing softly, feeling the squelches beneath and between us and I fondled her slick breasts before we convulsively began to grind our hips in sudden urgency, and after several short jabs I came inside her again.

About and hour later we cuddled in bed, freshly showered, douched and teeth-brushed. I nuzzled the perfumed skin of Emma's soft neck and kissed her, caressing her still sensitive boobs.

"I don't think I've ever been so turned on. I'd let you have my arse again if I wasn't so knackered. I can't believe we did all that."

"Neither can I," I lied, tweaking her responsive nipples.

"Did you mean what you said? About, you know . . . Shafiq?"

"Of course. What do you reckon."

"You'll have to wait and see."

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The next morning I drove Emma to school. As we had almost an hour before the kids coming on the trip would arrive, we decided to make the best use of it. Safely inside her office we started snogging and I let my hands wander over her delicious body, squeezing her firm tits and savouring the curves which I would be deprived of over the next seven days. She knew what I wanted. Leaning over her desk she thrust her rounded peachy butt toward me, shivering with anticipation as I slipped her skirt up to her hips and massaged taut flesh of her cheeks through the thin cotton of her panties.  I dropped to my knees and, pulling the gusset of her knickers to the side, kissed her arsehole which in contrast to the previous night was now soapy and clean. Working my tongue over and around the puckered rim of brown flesh that throbbed between her perfect buns, I bathed her shithole with spit, slurping upon her hole like a starving man. Emma reciprocated by clenching and unclenching her shit-ring against my tongue, pinching the tip of my tongue with her sphincter.

"Quickly Tom - they'll be here in half an hour. Look in my bag," she gasped.

Reluctantly tearing my mouth from her pooper I rifled through her bag and found a tube of KY. I wondered if she had packed it simply to prepare for this eventuality or whether she was intending to use it over the following week. I didn't care. Given that I was hoping to bed Claire as soon as possible I could hardly begrudge Emma the pleasures of getting some French waiter's dick up her chutney channel. Along with Arabs and Pakistanis, she had a thing for waiters so France was her ideal destination: eating out is cheap (so you meet lots of waiters) and many of the waiters are North African. She had picked up an Arab-looking hotel waiter last time we went to Paris, flirting outrageously with him as he stood at our table, her rock hard nipples advertising her lust. She made a point of ordering sausage whilst staring brazenly at his tenting crotch and I noticed how he managed always to 'accidentally' brush her breasts as he placed the food on the table. After the meal she went to 'freshen up', and I knew exactly why she spent 20 minutes in the bathroom. When she returned we went straight back to our room and burying my face between her sweaty buttocks I began sucking his copious load from her recently fucked shitter. As she strained and farted the waiter's cum into my mouth she described what they had got up to in that toilet cubicle; how he had mauled her teats, biting her nips, his hands roaming everywhere, how she had sucked his large circumcised cock and then bent over so that he could bugger her, how she felt his heavy hairy balls slapping against her fanny, how he pinched her nipples and slapped her tits while his huge Arab cock filled her wanton shit-trench and how, finally she had felt the wet splat of his cum deep in her bottom.

I was equally as excited now. I was going to sodomise my beautiful girlfriend right there in her office. I reached around and unbuttoned her blouse, lifting her jugs out of the lacy cups of her bra. Emma bent forward onto the table, her big sexy tits mashed onto the cold surface, and reached behind to spread her buttocks for me. I knelt down to taste her chocolate starfish once more.

"Come on baby, we haven't got much time," she urged.

"What do you want?" I teased her.

"I want you to fucking give it to me."

"What?" I was playing the game now.

"You cock, your big fat cock."

"Up your arse?" I was standing behind her now, my trousers round my ankles, lubing up my prick and fingering some of the cold jelly into her shithole.

"Yesssss," she hissed, "Bugger me hard. Give me that big dick right up my shitter. I'm still fucking horny from last night."

I loved this. My sexy little girlfriend reduced to some kind of wanton anal slut, begging for my cock up her bottom. She thrust her butt back onto my fingers which were sawing in and out of her slippery anal sheath, moaning with satisfaction as my fingers penetrated her back-passage deeply. Pulling my fingers from her arse I pressed my knob at her crinkled brown ring and with a slurping thrust, began to ease my tool up into the tight, inviting cavern of her rectum until my hips were resting against the soft pillows of her buttocks.

"Now fuck my prick with your arse."

I loved to see this; to look down and see my lust-crazed girlfriend slamming her bottom back and forth on my big hard dick, her hairy butthole stretched obscenely around my pistoning member. After letting her set the pace for a while, I grabbed her hips and began to hump her, thrusting my prick deep into her guts and feeling my balls slap against her wet, hairy fanny.

"Oh fuck Tom. That's so good, your cock's so big in my arse."

"You fucking hot bitch. If only your students could see you now, being buggered in your own office, frigging your big hairy cunt while your boyfriend rogers your greedy arsehole."

"I want them to see me, want them to see what a slut I am, show them how much I love it up the arse."




What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Ch. 03



Emma's dirty talk had made me horny and I fucked her harder and harder. I could hear the squelching of her fingers in her syrupy twat, she was getting close.

"I'm gonna cum, baby. Oh shit, yesssss, I'm going to have an orgasm with your big dick ramming up my shitter. Yeh, fuck my dirty shithole and make me cum."

I sodomised her with hard, jabbing strokes, slapping her wobbling buttocks as I filled her backside with my meat. Grasping her hips I thrust into the buttery depths of her shit-tube with long, even strokes. There was a quiet knock at the door.

"I'm coming!!" Emma yelled as my 9 inch prick sawed in and out of her burning quoit.

"Sorry I'm early, Miss, I . . . um . . . " Shafiq's voice tailed off. It was an easy mistake to make I suppose. Knock at the door at you expect your teacher to say "come in" not to yell "I'm coming" a the top of her lungs because she's got a big dick buggering her fundament. Emma hadn't noticed Shafiq come in, such were her paroxysms of lust and orgasm at the time. I continued to bugger her and pressed my finger to my lips. Shafiq got the message and stood, out of Emma's line of sight, watching in rapt attention.  It was time to set things up. Things were working out just perfectly.

Keeping my eye on Shafiq's reaction I held Emma's reddened buttocks wide apart and withdrew my slippery tool, leaving her spasming shithole to gape open between her lewdly spread cheeks. Shafiq watched open mouthed as he realised that my cock had been up his French teacher's bottom, not her pussy. His stiffening cock snaked down his trouser leg and he allowed himself a surreptitious stroke of his gargantuan meat as he watched Emma getting her arse stuffed.

"Fuck me more Tom - up my horny little bottom. I feel so empty."

I fed my pulsating fuck-pole up into her gaping anus and recommenced butt-fucking her, determined that Shafiq should hear his teacher's alter ego at its most extreme.

"That's what you want, isn't it you filthy little bitch?" I goaded her, slamming my cock into her steaming crapper, "A big, stiff prick shoved up your greedy shithole."

"Oh yes my love - a big fat cock up my arse, humping me up the poop-chute like the slut I am."

"And who's gonna be fucking your poop-chute for the next week, baby?"

"No-one babe." This was not the correct answer. I slapped her left butt cheek and asked her again.

"Who do you want to get shit-canned by baby?"

"Shafiq," she managed to pant, her climax already taking hold of her shuddering body. Shafiq's face was a picture; he looked like he was going to faint - but from the size of the boner in his trousers he wasn't finding the prospect at all unpleasant.

"And what do you want him to do to you Emma?"

"Suck on my tits," she began, "Suck on my big juicy tits, then lick my big hairy cunt and rim my shithole."

"And then?"

"Then BUGGER ME!" She almost screamed the words. "I want him to fuck me up the shitter with that big brown cock of his so I can show him what a dirty little anal slut I am."

That was enough. I was sure that Shafiq had got the picture by now. I motioned for him to go and he quietly retreated, closing the door behind him. As the last ripples of Emma's orgasm washed over her limp, sweaty body, I lay on top of her, my cock still wedged hard up her rectum.

"Aren't you going to cum up my arse?" she asked, matter-of-factly.

"Darling, to you really want to be shitting cum all the way across the Channel?" It was a fair enough point, but I had other ideas. Claire would be coming home after her shift soon and I intended to work up a particularly copious load with which to spatter her big slutty tits. And besides, I had no doubt that Emma wouldn't have to wait long before she received the jizz-load that her beautiful, talented bottom so richly deserved.

To be continued . . . 

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What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Ch. 04



I was very close to coming but I was determined not to. The fact that Shafiq, an eighteen year old pupil in our school, had watched me porking my girlfriend's pooper minutes earlier only served to make me even hornier. I pulled my rock-hard erection out of Emma's fudge-tunnel and dropped to my knees behind her. Her hairy shit-ring gaped invitingly and I began to tease it with my tongue, first licking the stretched rim and then stabbing my tongue into her freshly sodomised rectum. 

Fuck me she tasted good, still soapy and clean and with the slight sweetness of the KY, but also with that underlying earthy tang of 'bottom' that reminds you what a girl's arsehole is really for. I savoured the dull taste of her fucked-out shitter, wishing that my tongue was long enough to really lick the interior of her rectum. She moaned softly as I french-kissed her contracting quoit, still frigging her dripping cunt. 

I was going to have to go a whole week without tasting her delicious brown-hole, without feeling her ring spasming around my buggering cock, and so I made the most of this last, farewell anal feast. Still, I had little doubt that by the evening I would be seeking solace in Claire's equally accommodating backdoor. I wondered what it would taste like. When we had fucked, weeks before, I hadn't rimmed her before fucking her butt, so I made a mental note to give her a good rimming at the earliest opportunity. 


With much regret I tore my mouth from Emma's arse and pulled up her knickers, kissing her soft neck as she lifted her jugs back into the lacy cups of her bra. I brought my hands around to cup them, feeling their heaviness and pinching her stiff nips through the flimsy fabric. 

When she had dressed I kissed her, unable to resist squeezing her pert arse-cheeks. Our farewell kiss was wet and passionate - tasting her own arsehole in my mouth always makes her horny. Getting the taste for her own arse, Emma slipped her hand into my open flies and pulled out my still hard cock. Dropping to her knees she took it into her mouth, deep throating my arse-flavoured dick with a skill that would make most porn chicks jealous. She sucked hard, alternating between deep throating my entire length and licking the shaft slowly from bollocks to helmet. I knew her game - she wanted to make me cum. But I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. I wanted her to feel as horny and frustrated as possible. That would make her more likely to respond to the advances that Shafiq had been primed to make. 

Wrenching my slippery knob from her greedily sucking mouth, I pulled her to her feet and kissed her again, tasting in her mouth a heady cocktail of sex: my prick and her bottom. I left her in her office, wondering whether my stunt with Shafiq had worked and whether, in a couple of days' time, my sexy girlfriend might be tasting her own arsehole on his huge teenage cock....

I needed a piss, so headed for the toilets at the end of the corridor. As I entered the darkened bathroom I heard a groan coming from one of the cubicles. I knew that a fair amount of sex went on in the boys' toilets, ranging from the usual lunchtime circle-wanks and the odd hurried tryst of boy-boy sex to the time when Gita, an otherwise shy and sweet Indian girl, was said to have 'entertained' the sixth-form rugby team. According to the rumour, she had taken them all anally, one by one, and then they had cheered her boisterously as she squatted over a glass and they watched her shitting their thick white jism out of her small brown bottom. A video had apparently been made, but after discreet and exhaustive enquiries, I had been unable to lay my hands on a copy. 

However, this was half-term, so nothing like that could be going on now. Then it occurred to me - Shafiq! If you had just seen your sexy teacher being anally fucked and heard her telling her boyfriend that she wanted YOU to do the same, wouldn't you dash off for a quick tug? 

Quietly I took off my shoes and padded over to the adjoining cubicle. I could now hear the unmistakable sounds of wanking, accompanied by an indistinct mumbling. Standing on the pan of the toilet I gingerly peered over the top of the partition. I realised that my tool was as hard as steel at the prospect of what I might see. The possibility of seeing Shafiq's huge dick fully erect was actually turning me on. When I peeped over the top of the partition . . . sure enough there was Shafiq, frenziedly wanking himself. His trousers and underpants lay in a crumpled heap at his feet and his T-shirt had been pulled up over his head so that his rippling muscular chest was bare. 

For a Pakistani, his chest was surprisingly smooth, though his slim legs were quite hairy. His entire pubic area had obviously been shaven, in accordance with the dictates of the Koran, and his cock . . . fucking hell . . . his cock was huge. It was at least a foot in length, slightly curved and so thick that he could barely get his fist around the shaft. He was circumcised; his enormous strawberry-shaped helmet oozing viscous pre-come as he fisted his huge adolescent cock, gigantic brown balls flopping between slim hairy thighs. His dick was so large that it looked out of place on his teenage body - I shuddered to think how obscene this monstrous brown phallus would look when stuffed up Emma's tight little arsehole. As he masturbated he pinched his small black nipples and narrated the fantasy in his head: 

"Oh fuck, yeah Miss . . . you're so fucking hot, so damn fit . . . your arse feels so good round my dick, so fucking hot and tight. Oh fuck, fuck, take my dick you bitch . . . you fucking horny little bitch . . . take it up your arse Miss, your tight little white arse. Yeah, frig your cunt . . . I wanna make you come with my big brown cock up your shitter."

Then his pornographic commentary switched to another language, which I took to be Urdu or other Pakistani tongue. While continuing his panting narration in this foreign language, he stood up, his enormous veiny cock jutting from his groin, then kneeling on the floor, he bent forward so that I could no longer see his prick, only the rippling of his muscular arm as he frantically jacked off at the thought of sodomising his slutty French teacher. W

ith his free hand he felt his taut buttocks. He arched his back and thrust his hairy buns upwards, pulling them wide apart with both hands, momentarily pausing from his frenzied wanking. I could see his shithole winking in the hairy cleft between his muscled cheeks, a tight puckered knot of brown, almost black flesh. He flexed and puckered his butthole, pushing it out like he was about to take a shit. Then he began to tease his hairy shithole with a saliva-moistened finger, circling his tight anus with a fingertip then slowly plunging finger into his tight arse. He thrust his long brown finger into his own shitter for a few seconds and then brought it to his mouth to taste his own anal funk. Dirty boy. He'd be perfect for my equally dirty girlfriend. The pace of his furious jacking picked up, and he shoved his finger back up his horny arsehole. Suddenly he slipped back into English and I could again understand what lascivious thoughts were coursing through his fevered teenage mind.

"Oh, I'm gonna come in a minute, Miss . . . gonna shoot my load over your big jugs, then make you lick my dick clean. That's right . . . fuck me, Sir . . . "

Sir? Had I heard right? I saw that Shafiq was now finger-fucking his own anus with not one but two fingers! It seemed that the boy was a good deal open minded than I could have hope for, as his dirty talk soon betrayed:

"Yeah, that's it, Sir, fuck me with your big cock . . . fuck my tight arse while I bugger Miss Boswell. Oh fuck yes! Slam my tight arse like you slammed hers. You've got such a fucking big dick . . . yeah, fuck me while I shag your bird up her arse."

It was just getting better and better. Emma's fantasy schoolboy lover swung both ways! I could tell he was close to coming too, as his wanking got more vigorous and his running commentary more lewd.

"Yeh, take it bitch, take my big dick up your dirty shithole," he panted as he continued pumping his mammoth shaft and fingering his moist turd-hole. "Frig your pussy you filthy anal slut; go on, finger that hairy cunt and make yourself cum while Mr Smith does my arse."

I noticed that the door to Shafiq's cubicle had no lock, which gave me a wicked idea. Very quickly and quietly I came out from my toilet and stood in front of the cubicle where Shafiq was having imaginary anal sex with me and Emma. In one swift movement, I flung open the door and stood in front of a startled Shafiq, my prick bobbing inches from his face.

"Suck it." I said, in my best arrogant pornstar impersonation.

Without flinching for even a second, Shafiq craned his head forward and took my turgid rod into his mouth and gobbled it greedily.

"There's a good lad," I urged him on, "Suck my cock. Can you taste her arse on it?"

"Fuck yeh," he managed to say, tearing his brown lips from my white dong for a second before recommencing his enthusiastic blowjob.

"You're one horny little fucker Shafiq, Emma's gonna love you. Do you like that - sucking a cock that's been up her arse?" This time he only managed to grunt in the affirmative, his mouth crammed with my arse-flavoured pole. "You fucking dirty cunt - sucking a prick that's been up her bottom, that's been fucking her where she shits. Well, play your cards right mate and you'll be tasting her arse for real this week, tonguing her tight little brown hole and getting her nice and wet for that big dick of yours."

I pulled my cock from his mouth, a viscous string of drool connecting his tongue and my helmet.

"Now let's see what that tool of yours can shoot; show me how you're going to fill up her shitter with your come."

Shafiq stood up and faced away from me. Placing his hands on the back wall of the cubicle above the pan he thrust his buns towards me. I watched his hairy ringpiece flex between his muscular cheeks.

"Please sir . . . please." he gasped.

"What?" I wanted to hear him say it.

"I always shoot loads of muck when I've got something up my butt."

"Like my finger?" I asked, probing his rubbery shit-ring with my finger.

"Christ yes - finger my bum Sir . . ." he moaned, grinding his clammy arsehole against my invading digit. But I had a better idea, something more satisfying for a dirty lad like him.

"Or . . . like my prick?"

"Yesss. That would be so cool." I rubbed my steel-hard cock between his small brown buttcheeks, my slippery helmet seeking out the puckered core of his anus. Shafiq reached around and held his taut buns wide apart, clenching his tiny shithole in expectation.

"You've had cocks up your arse before, haven't you?" I quizzed, pressing the engorged tip of my prick onto the ridge of his proffered arsehole.

"Yes sir," he managed to pant as he tried to work my cock into his backside.

"Are you queer then Shafiq?"

"No sir," came the response, "I'm into lasses, but I just love having stuff up my arse. Oh come on sir, please - fuck it up there."

"So have you got a girlfriend?" I asked, continuing to tease his butthole with my tool.

"Not really," he admitted, "Just a couple of birds that I shag."

"Oh really? And who might they be?"

"Well, one's Sarah and the other one's, um, well, you wouldn't know her." He must have felt my cock lurch when he mentioned Sarah.

"Sarah Price?" I asked tentatively. Shafiq nodded. This was too good to be true. Sarah Price was a girl in my form, the big-breasted teenage minx who dominated almost every schoolgirl fantasy I had. "Has she ever taken you up her arse?"

"Nah . . . we tried it once but she was too fucking tight." I shuddered at the thought of Sarah, naked on her hands and knees, wincing as Shafiq attempted to force his enormous phallus into her virgin shithole. I looked down at Shafiq's muscled arse, spread wide for a fucking and I realised anew the depth of my anal depravity. A butt begging to be fucked is a butt begging to be fucked - male or female. His buttocks were tight and chiselled, entirely unlike the full, feminine bottoms that usually got me horny, but his arsehole was just as enticing, just as fuckable. That's the beauty of arseholes - everyone has one; equally tight and aqually satisfying.

In the mood I was in, I didn't care. My cock was wet and slippery from the sucking I had just received, so I spat on my fingers and worked it into his rubbery shit-ring. I pressed my knob against the wrinkled core of his well-fingered arse and felt him push his ring outwards - clearly no stranger to being anally penetrated. My painfully hard shaft slid easily into the hot tube of his backside. 

Slowly at first, I began to hump his teenage arse, reaching around to feel his mammoth meat. His dick was amazingly hard and unbelievably large. Even a woman with an arsehole as receptive as Emma's was going to have trouble taking all of this monster up the shitter. I buggered him with firm, deep strokes, pumping his enormous phallus and, with my free hand, pinching his hard brown nipples.

"You like that?" I asked as I began to bone his adolescent bottom with my aching prick, "Me fucking your shitter while you bugger my girlfriend? Me using your tight brown arsehole like a cunt? Your massive prick all the way up her shit-pipe, your balls slapping against her wet hairy cunt, my balls slapping against yours?"

"O fuck, oh fucking hell, shit, fffuuuuuckkkk!" he yelled as his prick jerked in my hand and a single jet of steaming jism shot from his pisshole and splatted onto the wall infront of him. By anyone's standards this spurt alone would have counted as a pretty impressive load, but as I continued to dick his clenching shit-tunnel, his first copious jet was followed by another and another until the wall in front of him was festooned with pearly white jism. With all thoughts of saving my load for Claire forgotten, I continued to bugger him. 

With his hands on the wall for support, Shafiq rammed his slim butt back against my groin, cramming every last inch of meat up his shitter, his hard hairy buttocks slapping against my thighs. We were both sweaty now and the cubicle was filled with the unmistakable scent of sodomy. I reached around to feel his huge prick, but instead of the flaccid dong I expected I found that he was still massively erect - one of the advantages of being only eighteen I suppose. 

As I fucked his tight shithole I felt a familiar tightening in my bollocks and almost before I had realised what was happening, I shot my load up his arse, feeling like I was pissing jism there was so much of it flooding his guts. Immediately I'd pumped the last gob of spunk into his rectum, he threw his head back and groaned and I realised that he was coming again! Not quite as much this time, but still a pretty big load. No wonder he had such massive bollocks! 

I pulled my softening prick from my teenage pupil's shithole, and left him panting there, his young butt full of my come and the toilet wall spattered with two copious loads of his own. Wishing him good luck I came out of the cubicle and washed my slippery cock in a hand basin. As I was leaving the toilets I could hear Shafiq farting in his spunk doused cubicle, straining to shit my hot load from his well-fucked rear.

Despite having fucked my girlfriend, then one of my pupils already that day, I felt extremely horny as I drove home. I concentrated hard on the road, trying not to give vent to the lascivious thoughts that were swirling around in my head. Emma wouldn't even have reached the airport, and here was I, already hot for a fuck. Everywhere I looked I saw sex. I saw a well-dressed business woman, about thirty, walking out of her office; instantly a lewd picture formed in my mind - that same woman but on a boardroom leather sofa, her small breasts pressed against the upholstery, her pinstripe skirt hoisted over her waist to expose her bottom. She was sucking the slimy cock of one of her colleagues while behind her another businessman thrust his hard dick into her anal passage. 

Everywhere I looked I saw desirable women and found myself wondering just how many of them had experienced a stiff cock up the arse recently. I saw a young black woman walking hand in hand with her white boyfriend and I wondered whether he had ever peeled apart her taut black buttocks to ram his hard white pole into her shithole. My lust-filled stream of consciousness led me on to lurid image after lurid image. The black girl cast my mind back to Suzanne, the only black girl I'd ever fucked, recalling the insane lust with which I had buggered her, gripping her small black buns and watching my slippery white dong sliding in and out of her obscenely stretched pooper; her embarrassment when she realised that I was getting her shit on my knob, and my excitement. 

I thought then of Emma, on her hands and knees later that night, trembling with lust as Shafiq eased his mammoth dong into her tight butthole. And then I thought of Claire our new lodger, her big wobbling bosoms and her juicy bottom, and I knew I had to shag her again. I tried not to think of the alternative scenario - Claire bringing a succession of men home to our house and having raucous sex with them while I listened from my bed. No, surely having a known nymphomaniac under my roof the week my girlfriend was away was a sure thing?

I arrived home just before lunchtime, so I had a good few hours before Claire would be back from her shift. I stripped off and had a shower. I decided to fix myself something to eat, so throwing on a bathrobe I came out of our room and went to go downstairs. Just as I got to the top of the stairs, though, I smelt something very floral and pleasant, something unusual, though yet strangely familiar. Then it hit me - Claire's perfume. I remembered smelling it on her breasts the night I shagged her and I also remembered having to wash the bed linen before Emma got back from her conference because our bed smelt of it. 

The link between the scent of Claire's perfume and the sex we'd had began to make my prick stiff. I walked to the door of Claire's room and knocked gently, just in case she was inside. No response. I opened the door and walked into her room, as if drawn by some force. Of course, I knew what the 'force' was. It was my now fully erect cock and the hope that I might find a few personal bits of information about Claire that would come in handy . . . 

I went over to her dirty linen basket and looked inside. It was a treasure chest for my perverted, kinky state of mind at that time. Bras, tights, stockings, the dress she had worn the previous evening and lots of pairs of panties. I took a pair of tiny cotton panties and sniffed them, inhaling the scent of her fanny. Lingerie doesn't normally do a great deal for me, but Claire's undies were really exciting me. I licked the gusset, the part that had been against her vadge, tasting her sex and wishing for the real thing. 

I put her panties in my mouth, rubbed them on my nipples, twisting my nipples through the sheer fabric I was in heaven. I reached into the basket again and my hand felt something damp. I pulled out a pair of sheer, black panties, the same black panties that she had flashed at me the evening before. I brought them to my nose and sniffed deeply. I could smell her cunt on them, the unmistakable, raunchy scent of a woman's aroused pussy, a pussy in heat. I could only assume that she had masturbated wearing these knicks. But there was something else too, a slightly sweet smell of piss. I realised then that was the reason that they were damp - she had wet herself! I shoved them in my mouth sucking her pee from them. They weren't dripping, but I could taste her piss. I felt the surge of cum starting to build and stopped wanking - I had to have a good load left for Claire, just in case.




What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Ch. 04



I looked in her bedside drawer to see if she had any "toys" to play with. Nothing there. My foot brushed something under her side of the bed, I bent down and pulled out a rather large box. Inside was the finest array of female masturbation gadgets I've seen in one place. Claire's arsenal of fucktoys put even Emma's considerable collection of fake phalluses to shame. There were several small vibrators, jelly didoes, huge life-like didoes and vibrators in various colours, four butt-plugs of increasing size, anal beads, a double ended dildo and two strap-on cocks (I wondered how often these had been strapped to Claire's waist and stuffed up Emma's cunt or arse). 

I had never seen such a dazzling array of "fuck-ware" outside of a sex-shop; there was even a policeman's truncheon! I picked out a large black dildo from the box, one of those life-like cocks with big balls and a suction cup, and began licking the shaft, turned on like crazy by the knowledge that this rubber cock had been up Claire's pussy, perhaps even her bottom. I imagined Claire naked in front of me, kneeling on all fours, her immense bosoms trembling as she worked this enormous rubber prick into her tight shithole. 

Noticing a tube of KY in her box of tricks, I took one of her buttplugs and began to lube it up for my arse. I squatted on the floor and pressed the rounded tip against my hairy ringpiece, relaxing my sphincter to let the tapered rubber shaft of the plug to enter my rectum. I pushed the plug up into my arse until the thickest part slipped through my dilated anal ring and the whole thing was inside. The discomfort passed and I felt a pleasurable fulness in my arse, doing wonderful things to my prostate. Shafiq wasn't the only one who had a thing for shoving things up his butt!

With the plug firmly stuffed up my shitter, I stood up and decided to rifle through more of Claire's belongings. I found what I was looking for in the wardrobe - a plastic shopping bag full of porn DVDs. It's exciting enough to discover that a woman is into porn movies, but the titles of some of Claire's betrayed a mind almost as filthy as mine. There must have been about 30 in all, I supposed she had got the porn stache when she and Dave went their separate ways. Most were straightforward fuck-flicks, but a handful were rather more 'specialist' in scope. I noted how many came into the 'anal' category - the usual sprinkling of Rocco, Buttman and Max Hardcore. 

Hang on, what was I thinking; Max Hardcore? That's the filthy old guy who dresses teenage poppets up like schoolgirls and buggers them and pisses in their faces all the while calling them whores and sluts. Even Emma has to be in a really horny mood to look at his stuff. If Claire got juiced up watching this old perv then she'd have to be one very twisted slut. 

As I looked through the other titles I came to realise just how much of a twisted slut she in fact was. There were a couple of gay flicks in the collection, each claiming to have the most well-hung studs in the business, there was a movie enticingly entitled "Fuck My Dirty Shithole" and, at the bottom of the pile at least half a dozen movies featuring (if the covers were anything to go by) a great deal of pissing. I was very tempted to take "Fuck My Dirty Shithole" to watch on my PC, but I saw that there was also a single, unmarked, VHS videotape. I had to know what was on that tape - something told me it might be the most rewarding viewing of all.

I put the tape in the VCR in the lounge and settled back to see what was in store, the buttplug still wedged up my arse. The film was obviously a home movie, judging by the poor lighting and shoddy camera work. The film began with a shot of a bedroom, obviously a hotel bedroom (though not exactly of the four star variety). Whoever was operating the camcorder held a piece of paper in front of the lens for just long enough to read what was written on it in crude felt-tip marker - "Gavin's First Fuck" - and a date: May of last year. Then Claire strolled into the shot and sat on the bed dressed in jodhpurs, riding boots and a tight white blouse.

"So, what are we all here for Claire?" the cameraman asked her.

"To give your little brother his birthday present," she replied naughtily, licking her full lips at the prospect. The interview carried on for a few minutes, in which time I managed to learn that they were indeed in a hotel room and that the cameraman, whose name was Ross, had brought his younger brother Gavin along to have his virginity taken by Claire as a 'birthday present'. 

Eventually Gavin, a very nervous possibly even frightened teenager appeared and sat on the bed with Claire. She made the first move and began by kissing the boy. As they snogged I noticed that his hands went immediately to her huge breasts, squeezing and fondling them. This was the cue for Ross to start giving stage directions, mostly in the breathless, rough-talking style of that British anal maniac 'Ben Dover'.

"That's it mate, feel up her tits and get her horny. Yeh, you got it. Come on, get 'em out, let's get an eyeful of those lovely big baps."

Gavin, his hands trembling, managed to unbutton Claire's crisp, white blouse. Like most teenage boys, Gavin was defeated by Claire's bra and she unclasped it for him, letting her enormous wobbling melons spill into his hands. Gavin fondled her naked teats as Ross panted more stage directions.

"Fuck yes, squeeze those tits mate. Pinch her nips, yeh, hurt the fuckers."

Gavin did as he was told, tugging on her small pink nipples, drawing them into erect nubs while Claire shimmied off her jods and panties and plunging a finger into her sopping puss. Her body was incredibly sexy, yet very different from Emma's. Claire's boobs were much larger than my girlfriend's, but her nipples were quite different. 

Whereas Emma has huge brown areolae with nips like fat bullets, Claire's were smaller, puffier and dark pink in colour. In contrast to Emma's lightly tanned body, Claire's flesh was snow white with a slight smattering of freckles. And while Emma's fleshy cuntlips are covered by a thick bush of dark, luxuriant pubes, Claire's gash hid beneath a much lighter forest of ginger fleece. All the same, she was damned sexy and I desperately wanted to fuck the bitch.

Claire sprawled naked on the bed as her young lover squeezed and suckled on her big juicy tits, looking for all the world like a kid in a toyshop. There was no doubt Claire was turned on, her pale freckled breasts were flushed with excitement and her furry pussy glistened with cooze as Gavin sucked and chewed on her tumescent nipples. Stopping his frenzied tit-sucking for a moment, Gavin pulled off his tee-shirt and stood infront of Claire as she fumbled with his belt and fly. His jeans were down in a jiffy and Claire began to stroke the outline of his hard cock through his Calvins. Gavin certainly looked no older than his eighteen years. 

His body was still scrawnily boyish, although he had obviously been working out to put some muscle on his shoulders and upper arms. His chest was hairless. Claire kissed his rippling flat belly, poking her tongue into his navel as she took hold of the side of his underpants and pulled them down. As the waistband slipped below his cock his boner sprang upwards and slapped Claire's chin. She immediately took it into her mouth and began to fellate the startled teenager with an expertise that most men could only dream of. His cock wasn't enormously thick, but it was long, and Claire was having absolutely no problem at all taking every last inch of this virgin length into her greedily sucking mouth. Ross began his stage directions once more.

"That's it Claire, suck on that big dick, give the lad a blow-job to remember," he cajoled, his voice trembling with excitement and lust. "Told you he was a big-dicked little bastard didn't I? Takes after his big brother . . ." Ross switched to giving directions to his younger brother, "That's it Gav, fuck her mouth, make her swallow it."

Gavin soon got into the swing of things, holding Claire's face and ramming his dick into her mouth, fucking her face, his slim thighs slapping against her breasts. Suddenly his pistoning prick slipped from her mouth and Claire gasped for air. Clearly no stranger to the genre of the gonzo porn movie Gavin slapped her across the face with his boner before shoving it into her gob once more and resuming his savage thrusting. A few minutes later Claire managed to disengage her mouth from Gavin's prick just long enough to pant, "I want you to fuck my tits."

Claire lay on the bed, her long red hair spilling across the pillows, and Gavin straddled her belly pressing his rock hard erection into her cleavage. Claire pressed her jugs around his slippery rod and he began to hump them. First of all the camera was behind Gavin, so I could only see his tight buttocks clenching as he drove his prick between Claire's hefty mams, but then Ross brought the camera around to the side for a close-up shot. Claire was squeezing her tits together and managing to pinch her nipples at the same time, presumably deriving as much pleasure as possible from an activity that I imagine doesn't do a great deal for the passive partner. Her mouth hung open sluttishly, as if she was expecting a mouthful of hot spunk any moment.

"Fuck me, that looks beautiful," Ross observed, "You've got the lushest fucking norks I've ever seen. Make him come with your tits baby."

"I . . . ugh . . . aaah . . . don't . . . agh . . . want . . . to come!" Gavin managed to croak as he rogered Claire's bountiful bosom.

"Don't worry Gavin," Claire reassured him, "The sooner you shoot that big load all over me the sooner I can get you big and hard again. And the sooner you're hard again the sooner you can shove that big cock up my fanny and give me a proper fucking."

"Oh fuck yes." That suggestion obviously met with Gavin's approval. Claire meanwhile kept up her monologue of sexy talk, obviously trying to make her teenage tit-fucker come as quickly as possible.

"Mmmmm, I love that Gavin; your big hard prick between my horny boobs, giving them a good fucking. Yeh, really fuck them hard, shag my big tits and come for me. I want to taste your jism, filling my mouth, sliding down my throat. Oh yeh, give me that big load. I bet no-one's ever let you come in their mouth before have they?"

"No."

"Well, I'm going to let you. Let you shoot all that lovely spunk down my throat, then make you hard again so you can satisfy my hungry pussy. You want my pussy Gavin?"

"Oh yes Miss Stephenson, . . . er . . . I mean . . .yes Claire."

Why had he called her 'Miss Stephenson'? Suddenly it dawned on me: the riding gear, everything made sense. I remembered Emma telling me that Claire had had an affair a year ago with the stable hand at her riding club, joking that she was more interested in 'riding Ross' than riding horses. The cameraman was obviously the same Ross, and Gavin must have known her from the stables, hence the formal manner of address. The lucky little fucker! 

Just imagine - it's every schoolboy's wank fantasy - the horny looking posh redhead who you've seen looking as sexy as fuck in her jods and riding boots, whose tits you've ogled and whose shapely bottom you've salivated over, turns out to be not only being boned by your big brother but also a foul-mouthed nymphomaniac slut who's more than happy to spread her legs to celebrate your coming of age. I concluded that young Gavin had done damned well to have got this far without shooting his spadge all over Claire's slutty naked body. And judging by Claire's dirty fuck-talk and Gavin's frantic humping of her melons, he wasn't going to be able to hold off much longer.

"Mmmm, I can't wait to feel that big stiff cock in my pussy, making me come," Claire panted, her enormous bristols being pummelled by Gav's big teen cock, "Oh yeh, a big fat rod up my CUNT! Tell me how much you want my cunt Gavin . . ."

"I want it," he gasped.

"Oh Gavin, I really you want to fuck my horny ginger cunt with your big hard dick. I need to come so bad. If you make me come then I'll let you take me up the arse as well; let you slide your big slippery dong up my tight little shithole and give me a good buggering." It must have been this tantalising offer of anal sex that tipped young Gavin over the edge because no sooner has Claire's sexy mouth uttered the obscenity "shithole" Gavin hips began to buck and he immediately pulled himself forward, squatted over Claire's beautiful face and aimed his cock at her open mouth. 

The first spurt of thick jism splashed onto her face, then the next few squirted into her mouth. I could see Gavin's dark puckered arsehole clenching between his firm buns in time with his ejaculations, all of which Claire noisily swallowed before taking his cock into her mouth and sucking the last ooze of jism from his big bollocks.

Now it was time for her to fulfil her promise to get him hard again. Giving Gavin's flaccid cock a final lick Claire told him to kneel on all fours and await his treat. Putting his face on the pillow, Gavin thrust his tight butt into the air and Claire knelt naked behind him. I had a feeling I knew what was coming. Sure enough Claire gripped his smooth, muscled buttocks and pressed her face between them. Gavin gasped audibly as Claire's tongue made contact with the sensitive puckered flesh of his arsehole. It was obviously a new experience for him.

"Fucking hell!" was Ross's typically articulate reaction to the situation. "You dirty fucking bitch Claire - you are one twisted little slut. I've never met any bitch before who gets off on licking dirty shitholes like you do. Feel good Gav?"

"Christ yeh! Fuckin' awesome." replied Ross's younger brother, his cock fully erect again now.

Gavin reached behind to spread his buttocks to give Claire better access to his puckering hole Moaning, he thrust his hips back onto Claire's mouth, swooning with ecstasy as he felt her tongue jab into his bunghole. I wondered how many teenage boys had been rimmed by a woman almost ten years older. Not many I was sure. Gavin, obviously relishing Claire's oral attention, ground his tight shithole onto her invading tongue, moaning with lust. Then, planting a slurpy kiss on Gavin's wet arsehole, Claire announced that it was her turn.

"There," she said, "Got you hard like I promised. Now it's my turn to have a hot wet tongue up me."

Kneeling on the bed with Gavin, Claire stroked his throbbing hardon. Gavin's hands again found her tits and he started to toy with her erect nipples. Lying back on the bed, Claire spread her long legs and offered her hairy pussy to Gavin. Running her fingers through her curly red bush, she parted the fleshy lips of her clam, waiting for Gavin's tongue to begin its work.

"Come and lick my fanny Gavin, taste how wet I am," she begged. Gavin pressed his face to her sopping gash and began to eat her.

"That's right mate," Ross started giving stage directions again. "Just run your tongue up and down her flaps, get her good and wet. Wet little bitch isn't she?" Gavin could only grunt in agreement, his busy tongue slurping lewdly in Claire's slippery pussy. I fast forwarded the tape, eager to watch some actual fucking. I resumed play again when Claire got on all fours in front of Gavin, his hard cock poised inches from her dripping snatch.

"If you want to shag my bum, you'll have to get that wet too," she told him mischievously.

Gavin hesitated for no more than a few seconds, perhaps recalling with what gusto Claire had rimmed his arsehole, and he leaned forward to kiss her bare anus.

"Hang on a minute!" yelled Ross, "I want to get a shot of that beautiful butthole in close-up. Oh yes, you fucking beautiful bitch. You arse would give a dead man a stonk-on." I could only agree as I saw Claire's shapely white bottom fill the TV screen. Between the large ivory orbs of her buttocks I could see her pinky-brown pucker, clenching deliciously as she put on a show for the camera.

"All yours, mate," Ross said as the camera panned out again, "lick her where she shits!" Gavin began tonguing Claire's brown-eye, slurping on her tasty shithole.

"Mmmm, I love men kissing my bottom," cooed Claire, "it feels so dirty, so naughty. That's it Gavin, make my little pooper nice and wet for your cock." The reminder of the sodomy that Claire had already promised seemed to spur Gavin on to an even more frenzied tonguing of her arsehole, noising swirling his tongue over her rubbery shit-ring, trying to poke it into her backside. Then after several minutes of this oral worship Claire yelled out for him to fuck her. In a jiffy Gavin was up and kneeling behind her. Grabbing her hips, he thrust his prick into Claire's quim and started shagging her.

"Oh God yessss!" she squealed, "That's so fucking good. Fuck me hard you horny little bastard, fuck me like a dog and make me come."

"Congratulations mate!" chimed in Ross, "Virgin no longer!" Gavin gave a self-satisfied smirk to acknowledge his triumph and continued rogering Claire. Claire reached over to the bedside table and picked up a buttplug, the same buttplug (I assumed) that was at that very moment lodged in my own arse. She licked it seductively then sucked it like a cock. When it was glistening with her saliva she handed it to Gavin.

"Shove it up my bum while you shag me," she instructed, "Get my shithole loosened up for your dick."

Gavin's eyes lit up with renewed lust as he took the buttplug from her and he spat on her arsehole, betraying yet more familiarity with a certain genre of porn movie. Continuing to thrust his young tool in and out of Claire's sopping ginger fanny, he steadily worked the rubber toy into her turd-hole until it was completely buried inside her greedy bottom.

"You like that don't you bitch?" growled Gavin, slapping Claire's left buttock leaving it reddened and wobbling. He was getting into his new role as an ex-virgin. No longer the shy, inexperienced college student; now he was in control of the situation, using Claire like his personal fucktoy.

"I love it," Claire gasped, slamming her syrupy cunt onto Gavin's prick "I love being fucked; fucked like a dirty slut."

"That's 'cos you are a slut," he spat, slapping her pillowy arse again. He removed the buttplug from her shitter and held it in front of her face. "Taste your arse on this." Claire licked the buttplug eagerly before it was replaced in her clenching behind.

"Bugger me," she groaned softly.

"What?" Gavin asked.

"You heard," she said, more forcefully now, "I want you to bugger me; fuck my shitter; pack my fudge. I don't care what you call it, just shove that dick up my arse."

Gavin removed the buttplug from her arse and his prick from her spasming cunt and pressed his shiny bell-end against the pouting rim of her anus. Slowly he began to work his turgid rod into her back-passage, his face a picture of concentration as he forced more and more of his shaft into her hot bottom.

"Fuck yourself on my dick," he spoke to her as if it were him doing her the favour now; and from the look of ecstasy on Claire's face, perhaps he was tight. Claire slowly pushed her big, round bottom onto Gavin's cock, taking more and more of it into her rectum until she was fully impaled. After pausing to allow her sphincters time to adjust to the juicy prick in her arse, Claire began to fuck herself hard, faster and faster, until she was really ramming her tender bottom back onto Gavin's motionless prick, her big teats bouncing wildly on her chest. Then, seizing her hips, Gavin started to thrust into her, buggering her with deep strokes.

"Does that feel good, you horny little bitch?" he taunted her,"Having your dirty shithole packed with my meat?"

"Oh it feels great Gavin. Do you like fucking my naughty bum?"




What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Ch. 04



"Fuck do I!" Gavin yelled, once again the starstruck schoolboy. "I'm gonna come in a minute. Where do you want my load?"

"Up my arse," she panted between thrusts, "Fill my poop-chute with your spooge"

Gavin's hips locked, and with a look of intense pleasure on his face, he proceeded to do exactly as she had asked, his groin humping with each spurt of jism being squirted deep into her bowels before collapsing on top of her shagged-out body.

"Right, out of the way Gav . . . it's my turn to cornhole this little tart now." Ross's voice was thick with lust as he moved into the bathroom, training the camera on the shower and fixing it to a tripod. He called Claire who, despite having been fucked and buggered and slapped still manage to look cool and sophisticated as she slinked into the bathroom. 

"Now show me that slutty bottom, Claire, baby." This was obviously Ross and Claire's little game. Claire knelt in front of the shower and presented her lilly-white buttocks to the camera, spreading them to reveal her puffy, slackened anus. "Now suck that dirty prick." Gavin walked into the bathroom and stood in front of Claire, his cock still semi-hard and smeared with come. Claire sucked noisily on the boy's filthy prick as Ross taunted her with his trademark obscenities.

"You dirty little slut; only really filthy slags would do that - sucking off pricks that have just been up their shitters. Yeh, that's right, clean it up, lick all that jism off his cock. You sick fucking bitch, smoking a pole that's still dirty from your arse." At that point Ross wandered into the shot, naked and hard. He was Claire's type exactly, rippling musculature, a few tattoos, shaven head and a big fat cock. He crouched behind her and, without warning, thrust his huge prick savagely up her sperm-filled shit-tunnel and began to sodomise her.

"Squeeze the bitch's tits," he directed Gavin, whose prick was now sparkling clean, "She fucking loves that. Yeh, that's it, squeeze 'em hard, really pinch those nips."

"You filthy whore," Ross screamed at her, bringing his palm down on her already stinging buttock with a loud 'thwack'. Claire shivered and thrust her fingers into her hairy cunt to frig herself off as Ross buggered her. After a few minutes of quite violent sodomy Claire began to come, her body convulsing with a climax brought on by a combination of Gavin's manipulation of her jugs, her own fingers in her cunny and Ross's huge cock stoking her farting shithole. Perhaps the effects of her orgasm on her ringpiece tipped Ross over there edge because soon he was pumping his own load into her clasping, spunk doused shit-tube.

"Now watch this Gav," ordered Ross as his flaccid tool slipped noisily from Claire's abused pooper, a long string of viscous jism snapping between his knob and her gaping hole. Claire squatted between the brothers, and placing her cupped palm beneath her well-fucked arsehole, she began to force out the spunk that had been pumped up her backside. Her shithole farted wetly several times, her eyes glazed as she worked her shitting muscles and felt the slippery contents of two pairs of bollocks drool obscenely from her throbbing arsehole to pool in her waiting hand.

"You dirty fucking gorgeous bitch," was Ross's apt comment as she brought her hand to her mouth and let the brother's combined loads dribble into her mouth and then slide down her throat. Suddenly, shoving her hand between her legs once more, and farting loudly her arse spat another massive gob of spunk into her hand. This she rubbed into her blubbery tits, coating each snow-white orb in hot, slimy jizz. Then she lay down between the two guys, knowing what was coming next. 

Ross started pissing first, a thick stream of golden pee arcing from his floppy prick, dousing her spunky teats and then pissing upwards to splash her face and hair. Claire opened her mouth, gulping down Ross's never-ending stream of hot piss as she furiously frigged her juicy cunt.

"Piss on her cunt," he told Gavin, "She fucking goes wild when you do that." Gavin stood between her spread legs and directed his stream onto her hairy quim, soaking her bush. By way of invitation, Claire pulled her knees back so that Gavin could bathe her stinging butthole with scalding piss, washing away the last traces of semen that clung between her buttocks. Claire had another vigourous orgasm and the screen went black.

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As I ate dinner with Claire that evening I couldn't get her home-made porn movie out of my head. She was dressed in a pair of tight white jeans and a tight top that hugged her large, braless bosoms and displayed her deep freckled cleavage. This was the same woman I had seen on screen hours earlier writhing nude on a hotel bathroom floor, coming while two men pissed all over her. Her thighs were sleek and firm and her capacious bottom quivered slightly as she walked. I had an immediate desire to tug down her jeans, bend her over a chair, and slide my cock up her shapely bottom. 

Her conversation was urbane, even mundane. There was no teasing talk about my being a 'tit-man' or an 'arse-man', no sexually charged smutty innuendo. I began to wonder whether it might prove more difficult than I had thought to get into her knickers again. We shared another bottle of wine, watched a bit of TV and then Claire announced she was off to bed.

An hour or so later, there was a knock on the bedroom door and Claire wandered in, dressed only in a bath towel.

"I was just wondering whether Emma's got any moisturiser? I've run out." A lame excuse I thought; women never run out of cosmetics in my experience. Perhaps she was putting it out after all. I handed her a bottle of moisturiser and I watched her walk back into the bathroom. Her legs were so white and smooth, and I as imagined her nude body under the towel my cock quickly became as hard as a rock. As she walked away from me and toward the bathroom her towel slipped. Gawking, I caught a glimpse of her bare bottom, firm, rosy round cheeks and all. She was definitely out to tempt me. I longed to slip my tongue into that deep crevice and up her sexy behind. Quickly she grabbed the towel and pulled it back up, but as she did this she looked over her shoulder at me, grinning as though she knew my thoughts. 

Claire walked into the bathroom and closed the door, although not all the way. Sneakily I moved so that I would be able to see her through the crack in the door. Something told me that she left the door ajar on purpose. She was nude now, and I could see her lovely bare arse again, and her legs and back as she dried herself with the towel. As she raised her arms I admired her big, juicy breasts. They had no sag at all - in fact they seemed to defy gravity, and I longed to take them into my mouth, licking and sucking her taut nipples. 

As I watched, getting hornier and hornier, I heard saw her squirt a dollop of moisturiser on her fingers. She was in plain sight, and my eyes grew wide and my cock hard as she reached behind her with her left hand, pulling her beautiful arse cheeks apart, then slipped the lotion-coated middle finger of her right hand slowly up her arse. My prick just about exploded as I watched this. She inserted her finger all the way up her rectum, sensuously and slowly turning it as it slid deeper into her. She finger-fucked her anus, her head up and eyes closed. 

I walked to the open door, unable to resist going to her. She was lost in anal masturbation, her finger moving in and out of her arsehole, and didn't hear me coming, or at least didn't seem to. I pushed the door open and gazed at her slim, firm, nude body, arse protruding as her hand worked between her cheeks. Gently I put my hands on her hips. She pulled her finger quickly out of her bottom and straightened up, turning to me distractedly. 

"Claire, I want you," I whispered. I put my arms around her and caressed her naked belly while I leaned into her nude behind, pressing my erection against her buns. She moaned low in her throat and put her hands on mine, pushing back against me. I caressed her full buttocks, and parting them slipped my finger into her butthole, stretching her rubbery shit-ring with my buggering digit. Without another word I dropped to my knees. Putting my hands on the globes of her lovely rear I spread her cheeks, examining her anus and swollen pussy lips, a beautiful sight between those slim thighs. 

I brought my face between her cheeks and stabbed my tongue as far up her bottom as I could. She jumped and gasped as I frenched her shithole, shoving my tongue up her tight rectum. Leaning forward against the basin she pushed her bottom back into my face, her sexy, warm arse cheeks engulfing my face as I rimmed her horny turdhole. I held her hips tightly as my tongue shot in and out of her arse, driving her into a frenzy with my lewd attention to her butthole. Claire squirmed and writhed under my hands, her hips twisting as she tried to force my tongue even deeper into her shit-pit. I knew her fingers were plunging into her hairy ginger muff, pleasuring herself. My prick ached and throbbed as I ate Claire's arse. Standing up quickly I bent her naked body over the basin. I pushed her legs further apart and slipped a moisturiser-greased finger up her hot shit-chute, liberally greasing her up in preparation for my sodomising cock. Claire moaned and her arse moved under my hand, anxious to be satisfied. 

Her rear was so beautiful, smooth and white, with lovely round cheeks, pushed back towards me, willing and ready, that I almost came on the spot. I stepped behind her and put the head of my big prick at the entrance to her rectum, brushing her anus. Feeling this she held her breath, reaching behind to spread her cheeks open for me, and I pushed the wide, flat tip of my cock past her sphincter and into her arsehole. She gasped, feeling the big intruder slip into her rear. 

Her rectum was very hot, and slowly I slid my prick deeper inside her bottom as she moaned. I looked down at my cock disappearing between those beautiful cheeks. I continued slipping my prick up her shitter, and began slowly fucking it in and out as Claire gasped and whimpered. I fucked it deeper until finally I was buried to the hilt, her cheeks gripping the base of my stiff rod. Claire ground her arse back on my meat, urging it even deeper, and I felt myself reach deep inside her bowels. Her arms were stretched out in front of her, leaning on the wall as she bent over to accommodate me, her legs splayed open, my cock bollocks-deep up her bare arse. 

I began a slow, steady motion, sliding in and out of her butt, fucking her lovely bottom. We fell into a rhythm and for at least ten minutes I sodomised her willing poop-hole, stroking my meat up her tight channel. Soon I felt myself rise and I pushed deep into Claire's arse and held still as my cock began to squirt deep into her bowels, splashing her most private areas with hot, sticky sperm. Claire gasped as she felt my hot fluid erupt inside her, and she squeezed my prick with her anal muscles, milking the last drop out of my cock as I continued to spurt cum deep into her bowels. 

"I'd say you are definitely an arse-man," she chuckled as her arse shat out my flaccid tool. "Now tell me; if you'd just buggered Emma's sexy bum, what would you do next?"

"We'd probably get wet." I was still behind her, we were both looking into the mirror.

"Take a shower?" Claire looked puzzled.

"Of sorts." I teased her, watching for her reaction.

"Oh, you dirty fucker," she grinned wickedly, "You mean a golden shower don't you!"

"Too dirty for you?" I asked.

"No way! I love getting all pissy," she replied, licking her lips, "Where does Emma like you to piss, Tom?"

"All over. Over her baps, in her mouth, on her cunt, on her arsehole."

"And does she piss on you?" Claire turned round to face me, "Do you drink her piss?"

"Of course. I want everything that comes from her body."

Claire was by now frigging her juicy pussy, getting hornier by the minute.

"Everything?" she asked with a curious smile.

"Everything." I confirmed.

"Wow, even her . . . you know?"

"Her what?" I asked, waning her to spell it out. "Say it."

"Her poo?"

I didn't answer, but I didn't deny it either.

"Are you telling me that you've tasted her poop?" she asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

I said nothing. I didn't need to. Claire was shuddering now, her fingers pumping wildly in her squelching snatch. She fell into my arms, her legs giving way, and we kissed, our tongues slobbering in one another's mouths. Her big fleshy tits were crushed against my chest and I could feel her nipples, still as hard as rocks, grazing my skin. I turned her around and fell to my knees again. Parting her sweaty buttocks I again began to drill my tongue into the brown star of her freshly-fucked anus, finding it slightly looser than before, yielding this time to the insistent stabbing of my tongue into her puckered core. 

I could taste the saltiness of my own jism clinging to the wrinkled rim of her shithole and knowing that there was more in her rectum and licked and sucked her hole, trying to coax the rest of my load out into my mouth.

"You dirty fucker," breathed Claire, as she realised what I was up to. Then, to help things on their way she worked her shitting muscles to deliver my load. She farted, her pooper rasping against my tongue and sending a bubbling gob of spunk into my mouth which I swallowed eagerly, excited beyond belief by the knowledge that she was feeding me my own come from deep inside her perfect arse. I felt her throbbing ring-piece pouting and clenching in my mouth as she struggled to shit my load into my mouth, and soon 

I was rewarded by a mouthful of hot come, tinged with the unmistakable flavour of her arsehole. Standing up again, I kissed her, allowing my jism to dribble into her mouth. She swirled the salty cream around her mouth for a few moments then swallowed it, returning to our passionate kiss, savouring the taste of her own arse on my lips and tongue.

"Do you like my tits Tom? My big, hard nipples? Are they as sexy as my bottom?" she teased, fondling her massive mammaries in front of me.

"They're beautiful Claire," I said, kissing her pink nipples, nipping her erect nipples with my teeth. She stood in front of me, teasing her nipples for me. 

"I need to go to the bathroom really badly." As she said that, I looked down at her crotch, her thicket of ginger pubes was wettening, her pee dripping from that beautiful pussy down her thighs. She stood in the bath, one barefoot up on the edge, with three fingers already in her cunt. "And do you like my cunt baby? It's not as big and meaty as Emma's but it's still sexy don't you think? Want to taste my fucking piss?"

"Yesss!" I hissed, rampant with lust.

"Come here. Drink my piss Tom." I knelt between her legs, licking madly at her hot ginger cunt, stroking my cock And then it came. Claire's piss spat from her naked pussy, streaming into my mouth. I gulped it down. It was tangy and hot, wonderful as it overflowed from my mouth and ran down my chest.

"Drink it baby, drink my fucking piss!" She was pulling her nipples, twisting them hard. I could tell she was loving this shit. And so was I. I swallowed as much as I could, savouring every drop until her stream began to subside. I pressed my mouth to her pissy cunt and sucked the last of her pee that clung to her thick pubes into my mouth. She was still twisting her nipples, starting to shake. 

"Eat me baby. Eat my fucking cunt. Make me come Tom . . . please make me COME!!"

I sucked hard on her swollen clit thrusting two fingers into her arsehole, fucking her arse. She began to moan and I felt her tighten; her whole body shaking uncontrollably. Then, all of a sudden, I felt a gush of thick liquid from her cunt shoot into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged on it and as I pulled away more juice hit me in the face, then again more still. My mind adjusted to what was happening. Claire was squirting her come into my face and mouth! Claire was not only a pisser but a squirter as well!

"Drink my come Tom! Swallow all my girlie-come babe. Drink all my fucking come baby. Oooohh fuccckkkk. FUCKING COMING SOO FUCKINGGGGOOD BABY!!" she hollered as the last spasms of an enormous climax took hold of her body.

She was the ultimate slut -- a pissing, piss drinking, cum squirting, anal SLUT! Who could ask for more?

"Piss on me Tom . . . piss all over me make me cum some more!" My cock had gone unattended throughout this entire amazing session. I just stood for a second looking at her; she was such a beautiful, kinky slut -- lying there, her legs spread, her cunt dripping with her own piss and cum. She raised a pointed toe at me.

"Piss on me baby. Piss in my mouth; in my face; in my arsehole; fill my shitter with your hot fucking piss Tom." She raised her legs, spreading her arsehole and cunt for me.

"PISS ON ME. PISS ON ME NOW!!" She almost screamed with lust. I took my cock in my hand and started pissing right on her swollen clit, "Aaahhh shit yes! Yes baby I love your fucking hot piss . . . your dirty piss on my fanny!" 

I squeezed off my stream and knelt between her spread arse cheeks letting a stream of piss go straight up her still slightly gaping arsehole. 

"Ohhh fucccckkk yyyyeeessss! Fucking piss up my fucking shithole!"

Looking at her face, I ran my stream up her belly to her swollen nipples, pissing over her jugs for a second then pissing up over her chin. She opened her mouth and started gulping my piss; swallowing, gagging on it, drooling.

"Fill me with your FUCKING PISS!" Her hand worked her cunt; the shaking started again. "I'm gonna' squirt Tom. I'm gonna' squirt for you, you dirty fucker!" Her legs shook and she came again.

"Ooohhh fffuucckk . . . O geeez, Oh baby." As she came my piss squirted from her arsehole. "Look! Look at the piss squirting from my fucking arsehole! Oh shit, oh fucking shit!"

My piss jet tailed off to a dribble, and Claire carried on coming, her fingers shoved up her sopping vadge, her pullulating bottom farting out the last of my urine from her rectum. Standing astride her in the bathtub I turned around and, spreading my butt cheeks I squatted over her face, so that my hairy arsehole came into contact with her piss-wet mouth. Her tongue immediately set to work on my shithole, licking greedily as my sweaty ring, poking her tongue up into my anus.

"Oh yes Claire," I croaked as her tongue worked its magic on my arse, "That's so good. Lick my arsehole you dirty bitch, taste my fucking shithole." As she went to town on my butthole I toyed with her pissy tits, pinching her tortured nipples. One last time her naked body convulsed as a huge climax took hold of her. Her fanny bucked helplessly into the air and she tongued my hole so hard she practically sucked the shit out of my arse.

When it had subsided I lay beside her and we kissed, our sweaty bodies still slippery with piss.

"That was awesome," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me all the time while Emma's away."

"I will, don't worry," I assured her.

"After all, it's the least I can do for my best friend isn't it?" she smiled, "Keeping her gorgeous boyfriend entertained while she's away?"

"You dirty little slut," I said, nuzzling her earlobe and toying with her ripe titties, "You just can't get enough cock can you?"

"Never had enough yet," she grinned. "I'm off work on Friday. Let's stay at home and fuck. What do you say Tom? You can fuck me any way you like; I want your cock between my tits, in my mouth, in my cunt, up my arse; I want us to piss and shit and get really dirty. You can tie me up and use my helpless body. I'll be your personal slut for the whole day and night. What do you say?"




What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Ch. 04



It was a tempting prospect, though I doubted I'd have the energy to perform every perverted act she'd mentioned. Still, I could always phone a couple of mates and ask them to come around and help out . . . 

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Meanwhile, in a Parisian hotel . . . 

Emma soaped herself in the shower, her hands slipping from her full breasts down to her sopping bush. As the water splashed onto her naked flesh she slipped a finger into her meaty cunt and began to pleasure herself, teasing the beefy flaps of her hairy pussy with her fingers and she ground the ball of her hand onto her sizzling clitoris. She thought back to the previous evening when Tom, her boyfriend, had sodomised her, fucking his big cock into a rectum already packed with her turds. 

She recalled it all in detail: the fantastic feeling of fulness in her bottom, the rich smell of her shit filling the room, the sensation of her fudgey poop lubricating his pistoning cock . . . She recalled how she had knelt there on her hands and knees, taking Tom's massive dong up her shit-packed bottom, and how she had imagined that it was Shafiq buggering her -- the allegedly donkey-dicked sixth-former who had fuelled her fantasies for some weeks now and who at that very moment was somewhere in the hotel.

In her mind's eye she could see this lewd act in close-up. An eighteen year old Pakistani boy cramming his huge oiled penis into the tiny arsehole of a twenty-eight year old woman, slowly filling her aching guts with inch after inch of his massive brown meat. Emma shuddered at the thought of it, a respectable school teacher reduced to a slut by one of her pupils.

Turning the shower low, Emma unscrewed the shower nozzle and pressed the gushing pipe to her anus, gasping as she felt the warm water fill her bowels. Then, straddling the toilet, she relaxed her pooper and released the water, and with it, a couple of big slippery turds. She flushed the toilet and repeated the procedure, noting that this time the water that she squirted into the bowl was crystal clear. She exhaled with satisfaction as she farted wetly, squirting the last drops of enema from her rear.

She dried herself and dabbed perfume on her neck and breasts. Cupping her big breasts she admired them in the mirror. She knew that her tits turned men's heads; she'd seen the boys in her class eyeing them lasciviously too. In fact, she was sure she'd noticed Shafiq casting sidelong glances at her pert titties on the journey. She went to her washbag and took out her small buttplug and placed it, along with the tube of KY, on the bedside table within easy reach. 

She slipped on a pair of lacy panties, smoothing the gusset over her beefy cunt, tucking in the stray curls of her thick dark bush. The she put on a bra; a pretty half cup one with lacy trim, and she admired her self again. Jeans and a low-cut top completed the look. Or almost. She decided to forgo the bra; her breasts were firm enough after all.

Consciously, her plan for the evening was innocent enough. She'd told her school party that it was a 'free evening' and to be back in the hotel by 11. She would in the meantime find a bar and have a few glasses of wine then come back to the hotel, lie on her bed, slip the buttplug into her arsehole and masturbate before going to sleep. She might think about Shafiq when she masturbated, but that would be it. Unconsciously however, she knew it was a different story. She had given herself an enema, perfumed her breasts, worn her sexiest gear and she was going out with the intention of loosening up with a spot of booze then coming back to the hotel and hoping to bump into Shafiq -- after all, he was a cricket fan, he'd be up late watching the match on cable wouldn't he? If Shafiq could not be found then perhaps that cute looking Turkish barman in the hotel bar? 

Come what may, she knew in her heart of hearts that she fully intended to end her evening with something much bigger than a buttplug rooting her chute. She'd had a horny itch in her butthole every since Tom had fucked her there that morning, then rimmed her and left her with the taste of her own arsehole on her mouth. It was an itch that would take more than fingers or a buttplug to satisfy. Putting a novel to read in her shoulder bag, Emma locked her hotel room door, leaving the lights low, and set off to find a bar.

It hadn't taken Shafiq long to find out which room his sexy teacher was staying in -- it was on the top floor, well away from her noisy pupils on the first floor. From his vantage point in the hotel foyer he saw her come out of the lift and walk towards the exit. He watched her big round arse as she walked out into the street, and thought how beautiful it would look, naked and spread wide, with his thick brown cock sliding in and out of her tight anus. Still, all that would have to wait. First he'd have to follow her . . . .

To be continued.

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What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Ch. 05



Warning: Most of my stories have a scat content, but this story is almost entirely on a scat theme. It also contains explicit gay sex scenes.

Despite the fact that my girlfriend, Emma, was away for the week in Paris, I was nonetheless getting no end of dirty, sweaty sex. Emma's college friend (and sometime lesbian lover) Claire was staying with us while she "sorted herself out" following the break up of her relationship with the long-suffering Dave, and Claire's almost insatiable appetite for energetic sex had become more than apparent. It was an appetite that I, furthermore, was more than happy to try my best to satisfy. Whenever I saw her schlepping around the house in her little shorts and baggy T-shirt I would feel my cock begin to rise as I looked at her large, bra-less titties wobbling beneath the fabric of her top and ogled her full, fleshy buttocks. She knew full well I was an "arse-man" and never lost an opportunity to show off her perfect, peachy behind.

And tonight had been no exception. I had been shopping for our supper and I arrived back to find Claire in the kitchen, still wearing her nurse's uniform. Her uniform was a simple, pale blue, striped cotton dress, fastening with an elasticated belt around the waist. Perhaps it was the stripes, but her uniform always made her breasts and bottom look particularly big and juicy. I noticed too, from the way her tits joggled inside her dress, that she wasn't wearing a bra either and I wondered how many boners her lovely freckled breasts had caused at the hospital today. As I placed the supermarket carrier bags on the table and put a couple of bottles of wine in the fridge to chill I noticed that Claire was panting slightly.

"Did you run home from the hospital or something?" I asked her.

"No," she giggled, "I got a lift from Dave."

"Dave?" I checked I had heard right. Dave is her ex-boyfriend from whom she had rather dramatically split a week earlier when he decided that Claire taking it up the shitter from a teenage plasterer working on their conservatory was not compatible with their relationship.

"Yeh," she said, "It seems that all is not going well with Pippa. I think he wants me back."

"And?"

"Well, he'll have to sweat it out a bit longer. I'm going to make him go without so he can realise what he's missing. I bet Pippa won't let him anywhere near her skinny little arse," her brow furrowed as she turned her attention to Dave's current lover, "Stuck up little bitch."

"And I suppose you did let him near your arse?" I laughed.

"Let him?" she exclaimed, "He never fucking asked, he just took it. The bastard always loved cornholing me, fucking pervert. He'll realise soon enough that not many women are happy to bend over be sodomised whenever he feels like it. He just resented me having a bit on the side, that's all. It's alright for men but not for women I guess. Besides, he wasn't so pure on that score - you should have heard the way he went on about Emma."

"Emma?" I asked.

"Yes, Emma," she repeated, "Your girlfriend Emma, with whom I had a torrid lesbian affair at college."

"Yeh, I know who you mean, I want to know the details though," I said quietly as I began to feel Claire's magnificent tits through the material of her cotton uniform.

"Well, he had a real thing for her; kept going on about how gorgeous she was. He used to get me to describe all the lezzy stuff we got up to while he was fucking me and he'd always get really excited when I told him that she had a hairy fanny. He's got this real fetish for hairy pussies - geez, if he saw Emma's twat-rug he'd cum on the spot!"

Hearing Claire describe her ex-boyfriend's lust for my girlfriend's muff was making me even hornier. I let my hands travel down her flat tummy to her hips and I lifted up her skirt, thinking to re-acquaint myself with Claire's far less bushy but still deliciously furry fanny.

"You've got no knickers on Claire!" I exclaimed upon finding her ginger mound unclad.

"No," she blushed, "Dave's got them."

"Dave?" I said, "What the fuck happened there."

"Shit, I couldn't help myself Tom," she whined, "He was feeling me up and I could feel how hard his knob was in his jeans, and then I just got this buzz in my pussy and I had to have him. Oh fuck Tom, I just HAD to have that huge dick inside my cunt."

Lifting Claire onto the edge of the table I spread her knees slightly and sank to my knees. Hungrily I began to lash the sopping lips of her sex with my tongue, trembling with excitement as I recalled that only minutes earlier Dave had been fucking this same tasty pussy with his huge prick. Her cunt reeked of sex and had that zesty, sweet-and-sour tang that only a fully aroused cunt has. I plunged my tongue as far up her grasping slot as I could, lashing it upwards towards her clit. Claire threw her head back and grabbed her ripe breasts, pinching her rigid nipples through the fabric of her uniform.

"Oh fuck, Tom," she moaned, "You eat pussy so well, you're making my cunny all wet again."

I began to probe her arsehole with my finger. It was greasy, but clenched tightly and my finger made no progress beyond her puckered brown ring.

"No," she gasped, "Not there." Not something I imagine she had often said when someone was trying to gain entry to her arse.

"But I want to taste your arsehole Claire," I begged, "I'm hungry for it."

"But Dave fucked me there too!" she protested.

"Are you trying to tell me that your arse is full of Dave's cum, Claire?" I asked, adopting the tone of voice I might use with a naughty school-girl. She nodded weakly.

"So your arse will be nice and slippery then, won't it?" I continued, "Perfect for lubricating my big cock. You'd like that, wouldn't you, you little slut? Getting buggered by two men in less than an hour?"

"Yes," she said quietly, groaning with delight as I shoved three fingers into her slack cunt and rubbed her shit-ring with my thumb.

"Good," I said, now fully in control. "Now kneel up on the table and let me suck on your shithole."

As if in a trance, Claire knelt on the table and arched her back to that her beautiful white buttocks were in front of my face. Pressing my face into the cleft of her backside I inhaled deeply the scent of her sweat and the unmistakable aroma of recent sodomy. My tongue found her greasy cornhole, which tightened as my tongue swept across it.

"Relax your anus darling," I said softly, "let me clean you up."

"Oh my God!" she shrieked, "You want to suck Dave's jism out of my poop-chute!"

"Precisely. Now be a good girl and shit it all into my mouth. Work that hot butt and give me everything."

"Shit. I can't believe we're doing this. This is the perviest thing I've ever done."

"I can do pervier if you like Claire," I promised. "But besides, I find it very hard to believe that a horny little slut like you has never been felched."

Claire relaxed her anus, which was actually quite loose from the buggering that Dave had subjected her to. Immediately I could taste hot spunk as I began to stab at her freshly-sodomised shithole with my tongue.

"Come on baby," I urged her, "Shit it all out for me."

Claire worked her shitting muscles, gladly responding to my perverted request. Suddenly she farted loudly and shot a huge gob of richly flavoured jism into my mouth, which I swallowed greedily. She strained again and I got another mouthful of jizz, which I savoured, trying to discern the taste of her bowels in her boyfriend's spadge. Another series of small farts, and more and more of Dave's arse-flavoured ejaculate squirted into my mouth and slithered down my throat. When I had quite drained her rectum of male seed I decided to do the decent thing and replace it with a load of my own.

After pumping it into her juicy fanny for a few strokes by way of preparation, my pole slipped effortlessly into Claire's back-passage, so recently stretched by her well-hung ex-boyfriend. Claire's pale buttocks trembled deliciously with each thrust of my bloated tool into her well-greased bottom. Her fingers sloshed in her slippery fanny and she grunted like an animal as I reached around to grasp her enormous bouncing knockers, pinching her distended nipples. Deep in her bowels I could feel my knob sinking into the tip of a hefty log of shit, which only heightened the pleasure of this latest act of sodomy between us.

"I can feel the shit up your arse Claire," I panted between buggering strokes into her farting shit-tunnel. "I think you'd better follow me to the bathroom and give me everything this time." Pulling my rigid dick from her rectum I again knelt behind her and tongued her gaping shithole, pushing my tongue into her back passage to taste a heady mixture of cum and shit. After I had spent a couple of minutes sampling the gustatory delights of Claire's tender bottom, I pulled my tongue from her slack and pullulating shitter and led her upstairs to the bathroom.

My chest pounded with excitement as I followed her upstairs, my eyes glues to her beautiful white buttocks as I realised that I was about to indulge in one of my most perverted pleasures - watching a beautiful woman defecate. Few things captivate me quite as much as the sight of a woman shitting.

Once inside the bathroom, Claire removed her uniform and stood naked in front of me, bending over and squatting slightly. I knelt behind her and caressed her buttocks, then fingered her plundered shithole to stimulate her bowels.

"Come on Claire," I encouraged her, "Let's see you have a big dump. Force out that huge steaming turd for me."

"You're sick Tom," she giggled, "This is so perverted."

"But you're turned on though, aren't you?"

"Fuck yes!" she gasped. "I don't know why, but this is really making my pussy drip. Having a guy begging me to shit for him, begging to see my poo. Does Emma poop for you?"

"Oh yes," I said, speeding up my digital stimulation of her anal passage, feeling the tip of her turd edging further down her back passage. "She shits lovely big tasty turds for me. Only one thing beats seeing a huge cock sliding into a beautiful woman's shithole, and that's seeing a big steaming shit-log sliding out."

"Oh fuck Tom, that's so horny," Claire panted, her fingers strumming her dripping cunt, "Thinking about Emma shitting"

"You want to watch her?"

"Oh yes."

"Watch her beautiful bottom forcing out a huge greasy turd?"

"Yesssss," she hissed, "A really massive log of hot crap"

"Lick it," I told her firmly. Claire purred contentedly as I continued my perverted commentary, suddenly aware that Claire was possibly no stranger to the perversions of shit-sex.

"Taste her log Claire, lick Emma's big turd while you shit for me." Claire suddenly arched her back and climaxed, driving her fingers violently into her sloshing cunt. She was getting off on the fantasy of tasting Emma's shit! I felt her own turd between the two fingers with which I was manipulating her rectum and I realised that she was about to shit herself.

"I can feel your shit Claire," I panted as my fingers pinched the tip of her straining bowel movement. It was a big one, and I was very turned on. My hard prick was between her legs, rubbing against the moist lips of her fanny. Suddenly I felt a spurt of my cock and realised she was pissing; bathing my aching dick and bollocks with her hot, fizzing piss. I wanted to eat her -- taste her aroused, pissy cunt -- but I didn't want to miss her chocolate pudding either.

"You want me to taste it?" I asked. The answer made no difference. I was going to enjoy this one. Claire, nympho that she was, would finally see for herself just how thoroughly perverted her ex-lover's boyfriend was. I pulled my shit-smeared fingers from her bottom and brought them to my mouth. Claire turned her head to see me licking her dung from my fingers and her eyes bulged in disbelief.

"Oh yeah," she urged me, "Taste it. I want to see your mouth full of my tasty turd, you dirty fucker." As her violently pumping fingers whacked her pulpy cunt to yet another climax, I watched as her pinky-brown shit-ring bulged deliciously and the blunt, fat tip of her glistening turd emerged from between her perfect white buttocks like an obscene cigar.

But then she relaxed and her turd slipped back into her shitter, out of sight. I knelt and pushed my tongue into her dirty hole, and noticed it was moving and swelling. Claire gasped and suddenly it blossomed open and once again from inside emerged her lovely big shit-log. It crackled and pushed its way out as I teased the stretched rim of her anus with my tongue. Then I gently placed my open mouth in the path of this monster and felt the head of the turd against my lips. I opened further.

The smell was ripe and almost overpowering as it reached my tongue and pushed my cheeks open. All I could taste and feel was her warm fresh turd in my mouth. It was forcing its way down my throat before the whole huge turd slipped swiftly from her arse. My mouth was already completely full of Claire's poop and the rest of her log broke off and fell with a wet splat onto the floor. She turned around to see me with a sizeable chuck of her turd in my mouth.

Claire knelt close to me, facing me. After looking intently at me for a few second, she kissed me. She actually kissed my shit-filled mouth. She began to eagerly lick at the end piece sticking out, finally breaking it off and rolling it into her mouth, chewing it, before letting the hot brown nugget drop sensuously from her lips. The sheer size of Claire's hefty turd was turning me on as much as the bitter taste and the knowledge that it had come from her arse. However, it was just too big for me to manage, so I let it of it fall from my mouth. Claire's lips covered mine and we shared a wet, brown french kiss. When our lips finally parted I spoke.

"You are one filthy bitch," I said, pinching her hard nipples and staring at her shit-smeared face.

"Well, that's rich coming from you," she smiled, "But I can be much filthier if you like."

"Go on," I managed to croak, unable to imagine how she might be, but nonetheless desperate to find out.

"Okay," she said, "Just don't shoot your load, 'cos I want that big dong back up my shitter before long."

She must have sensed how close I was - which was very close indeed. The first time Emma had spread her beautiful buttocks on my face and shat a turd directly into my mouth I had come without even touching my cock, and I wasn't far off now.

"This is what you want to see, isn't it?" She grinned lasciviously as she picked her piss-wet turd from the floor and held the massive tube of meaty crap in her hands, teasing the knobbly shaft with her tongue.

"Oh fuck yes!" I murmured, trying not to accidentally touch my tumescent tool and shoot a load over her slim white thighs. "Lick it you bitch. Lick that massive turd you filthy slut."

"I bet you'd rather it was Emma's shit I was licking?" she teased. I nodded weakly in agreement.

"Mmmm, tasting Emma's big steaming poop," she went on, "Licking it while it comes out of her shitter? Just imagine that Tom. Me sucking on your girlfriend's big smelly turd while you watch. It's a really big one, but she needs to shit really badly. She needs a shit 'cos you've just fucked her arse and shot a big load of jizz up there. I'd lick as it comes out of her bum, her big dirty turd all covered in your spunk. I'd lick off all your cum first, then I'd taste her shit. And then, mmmmm."

"Mmmmm, what?" I asked, desperate for her to go on.

"Then I smear her hot crap all over my tits and all over hers, just like she likes it."

"How do you know she likes it?" I asked, wondering if this was mere coincidence. Emma loves the feeling of hot shit between her breasts and shit play between us always seems to end with Emma getting slick, shitty bosoms.

"She told me, silly!" Claire replied, mashing her own hot turd into her perfect white globes, "Told me how good it feels to have her boobs smeared with poop when you two get dirty and you fuck her. How you like getting her breasts all hot and shitty when you're fucking her backside, even how you love sucking on her big shitty nipples. You've made her so dirty, Tom. She used to be so innocent, and now she likes being fucked up the shitter while her boyfriend smears her baps with her own turds! Honestly, she's almost as filthy as me!"

"Almost?"

"Oh yes," she winked, "I get much dirtier. You see, when I'm smearing Emma's hot, fresh poop over my jugs, I'd get really horned up and my fanny would start oozing and tingling. So I'd ask you to come and sit in my lap, with your arsehole right against my hot little quim. And then . . . "

"Then what?" I shrieked, raging with lust. I had a feeling I knew, but I couldn't believe anyone would say it.

"Well, I'd get you to shit."

"In your pussy?"

"Yup. Right up my hot, wet, ginger cunt. Shit a huge log of steaming man-shit up my fanny. Fill my cunt right up so I can fuck my horny pussy on your big shit-cock."

The thought of dumping a monster turd right into Claire's cunt was too much for my fevered imagination at that point and I came, shooting volleys of thick jism all over her shitty teats and dirty face.

"You bastard!" she yelled, "I wanted that up my dirt-box!"

"And you'll get it," I assured her, "Just turn round and show me your arse."

Claire turned around to thrust her bottom towards me, pulling her crap-soiled buttocks wide apart to give me an eyeful of her tasty puckering arsehole.

"Finger your shithole," I barked at her, "Shove your fingers up your slutty arsehole and show me where you want me to fuck you." Immediately Claire thrust two dirty fingers into her tailpipe, gouging her anal ring and begging me to bugger her 'properly'. The sight of a woman fingering her own fundament is guaranteed to get me hard within seconds, and my dick was well on the way to full mast. 

"Mmmm," she cooed, three bunched fingers plunging in and out of her gaping anal orifice, "My arse is so hot and dirty, Tom. My arse needs to be fucked by your big hard cock so bad."

"You're such a fucking dirty slut Claire," I told her, tugging my stiffening prick back to life. "You've already been buggered once and now you want it again."

"I just love being fucked," she moaned, her fingers really stabbing her abused shit-hole. "It makes me so horny when my bottom's full of hard cock. Doesn't Emma love that too?"

"She loves it," I replied, "Wouldn't you like to watch me buggering her? Lick her hairy wet cunt while my prick fills her back-passage? See me fuck her shitter so hard that she pisses herself - all over your face and tits?"

"O God yes!" she squealed, "Fuck that dirty bitch up her arse Tom, I want to taste her arse on your cock." The image of Claire licking my girlfriend's shit from my cock was the final ingredient I needed to return me to full erection. I told her I was ready. She removed her filthy fingers from her crapper and there was her shit smeared butthole spread in front of me. Two small hands pulled her cheeks wide for me.

I could see a fresh new turd ready to come out, just inside her sweet brown arsehole. I bent down to eat her arse again. My tongue slipped smoothly into Claire's turd hole. I sucked and tongued it like it was her mouth. I was in a kind of trance, the shit smell was like a drug, keeping me hard and flushed. Kneeling up, I placed the swollen purple head of my rigid prick into Claire's spit glistening hole. I pushed. I had to push past a thick warm mass of shit in her rectum. It felt hot and wonderful. There were slurpy wet gushing sounds as my cock pushed in deeper.

Claire moaned. I pulled all the way out and I saw a fresh turd emerge from her brown hole then I pushed through the muck, mashing it as I entered her once again. I repeated this process again and again, while the smell of Claire's excrement, smeared over my face, took me to new heights of ecstasy as my cock started to pump faster into this dirty, slutty arsehole. 




What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Ch. 05



"Ah...That's it Tom, fill my shitty arsehole with your cum," she groaned through clenched teeth.

The smell of Claire's shit was intense and I felt my cock lurch in her backside as I inhaled it. I buggered her with powerful strokes, filling her rectum to the hilt with cock.

"That feel good?" I asked.

"Christ Yes!" she hissed. "It feels so damn good. Getting my arsehole packed with hard meat. I love it up the shitter so much. This feels so naughty - getting shagged up the wrong 'un by my best friend's boyfriend. I wish she could see us."

"Oh yes Claire. I want her to watch us too. I want her to see my cock pistoning into your shitter while Dave kneels between her legs and eats out her hairy cunt."

"Wow!" Claire gasped, "A foursome. That would be so horny. Me and Emma kneeling naked on your bed getting our shitters ploughed by one another's boyfriends."

It was indeed a very nice thought - humping Claire's tight, shit-packed arse while Emma received a good buggering from Dave. I fucked Claire's shit caked hole for a few more times and then I just could not hold back any longer. I came into her hot sticky arsehole; so much that cum was dripping out of her hole, stained brown from her shit, even before I finished. But I finally did, pumping the last of my cream into her shit-clogged tunnel. I pulled out and the sight of her cum soaked shit encrusted rear almost made me hard again instantly.

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On Thursday Claire went to work as usual, reminding me that Friday was her day off and that she was willing to submit to my perverted desires for the whole day. I realised I would need some help to satisfy a slut as wanton as Claire, so I made a phone call.

"Dr Robert Adams please," I said when the telephone was finally answered.

"Can I tell him who's calling?" the receptionist asked.

"Certainly, it's Thomas Smith here." She told me she was putting me through, and after a few seconds of cheesy muzak, Rob answered.

"Tom, good to hear from you. How are things?" Rob asked in his unfailingly upbeat manner.

"Oh fine Rob, just fine."

"And how's that delicious girlfriend of yours?" I could almost imagining him licking his lips as he asked that.

"Also well, but sadly away for the week in Paris with her A-level class'" I replied.

"Too bad mate, too bad. Blue balls then?" Typical. Talking about sex within 30 seconds of starting a conversation.

"Not at all Rob; quite the opposite in fact," I said smugly.

"How come? Finally taken my advice and got yourself a bit on the side?"

"Well, not quite. We've got a lodger."

"Anyone I know?" he asked.

"Very possibly," I said, "Her name's Claire Stephenson and she's an old college friend of Emma's." I waited for a moment and then dropped the bombshell, "And she's a nurse, at your hospital."

"You lucky bastard," he exclaimed, "I know her alright. She's that foxy ginger lass who works on orthopedics isn't she?"

"The very same."

"Quite a goer if the stories are to be believed . . ."

"Stories?" I queried, "I'm all ears."

"Well, she's known to have slept with quite a few other nurses, so we all assumed she was a dyke. But then a friend of mine told me something very interesting about her. He was wandering through the ward late one night and comes across her at it. There was this young bloke with both arms in plaster after a rugby injury, only about 19, obviously very frustrated -- seems Claire was doing him a favour."

"What sort of favour?"

"Well the lad was lying on the bed, big fucking boner sticking out of his pyjamas which staff nurse Stephenson was rather noisily fellating."

"And what did your friend do about this?"

"Oh he just took her aside afterwards, said something about professional misconduct and serious implications and offered to keep it under his hat if she offered him something in return."

"And he got it?"

"Too right. Took her into the linen cupboard and gave her one up the shitter! Said she was a right horny little tart."

"Oh she is Rob, she is. And I hope she's going to get dirtier," I was referring to her suggestion of my fucking her senseless on Friday.

"Meaning?" asked Rob, eager to know what I had in store.

"Well, she said she was off work on Friday so she wants me to spend the day shagging her, says she wants it really hard and dirty . . ." I awaited the response.

"You jammy fucker. I was hoping to have a pop at her myself."

"Well, maybe you can -- if you can take Friday afternoon off."

"Double train, eh? Very nice. But sorry, no can do." He sounded genuinely peeved.

"Oh come on Rob, I need some help with this and if we're going to get as dirty as I was planning then you're the only man for the job."

"But I've got a clinic that afternoon, I can't just cancel it."

"Yes you can. Or you could get someone else to do it for you. Just think of her naked, begging you to shaft her. It's a simple choice: either you go into work and spend a routine afternoon, or you find yourself at my place banging a dirty little nympho in the shitbox."

"You're not making this very easy, Tom," Rob groaned. I could sense him caving in.

"I'm not trying to! I want you to be there. Just think about it. A slutty little nurse begging to be fucked. And not just fucked, but fucked and buggered and pissed on . . ."

"Pissed on? The dirty slag!"

"I tell you mate, I have never met a bird as into piss as Claire -- fucking laps it up. And as for loving it up the chuff, I've been porking her for three days now and I've barely noticed that she's even got a fanny."

"Oh man, this is making me hard here," said Rob, almost panting now. I decided to tip him over the edge.

"Oh and another thing," I added, trying to affect nonchalance, "I fudge-packed her last night."

"You mean . . .?"

"That's right. Could hardly get my prick up her shitter her turd was that big. Now if you agreed to join us for an afternoon of fun I'm sure she might 'forget' to prepare herself properly and let you stir her shit for a bit." I was hoping that Rob's well-known and insatiable lust for the female fundament (not to mention his less well-known scat fetish) would make this the clinching argument.

"Okay, okay. You've convinced me you dirty sod. I'll be there. Two o'clock okay?"

"Great mate." I'd hooked him. "Thanks, see you Friday."

Rob was an old friend of mine. We'd been at university together, shared a room in our first year and shared a flat in my post-graduate year and his penultimate year of medical school. He was a tall, muscular, classically good looking, and women practically threw their knickers at him. I had been incredibly jealous of his unfailing knack of getting laid whenever he wanted in our first year of college, but I soon came to see the benefits of going out on the pull with Rob. What would usually happen was that the fittest bird we'd seen all night would cop off with Rob and I'd be left chatting up her chubby mate. We'd travel back to our flat in a taxi, the girls polishing our knobs and then try to get both of them naked in the lounge just in case they were minded to treat us to a bit of lesbo action.

Then we'd either persuade them that a free-for-all foursome was in order or we'd retire to our respective bedrooms to continue the fun and games. Now, I started to note that even though Rob had pulled some really stunners, fairly often he'd take the less attractive mate to his bed. His explanation of this strange behaviour made surprising sense at the time:

"It's all a matter of judgement and prudent choice mate."

"Explain?"

"Okay. Take those two bitches we fucked last weekend: Charlotte the fit-to-fuck blonde babe with the massive norks and her less than inspiring mate Sharon with the child-bearing hips."

"Yeh. I know why I fucked Charlotte, but why did you choose Sharon?"

"Well, don't jump to conclusions. Don't look for the obvious reasons. Which of them do you reckon was more flattered by the attention we were giving them?"

"Sharon obviously. Charlotte must get blokes sniffing round her snatch all the time."

"Exactly," he replied, as if the point was self-evident. "And a bit of flattery makes us do silly things. And also, you're assuming that Charlotte was innately more fanciable than Sharon?"

"Of course."

"Oh yeh? Now you're a man who loves a nice bushy cunt, like me, right?"

"Absolutely."

"And let me guess -- Charlotte had a tidy little bald beaver?"

"Exactly."

"Now Sharon, on the other hand, did not. If you'd bedded her you could have been burying your face in a thicket maintained by the Forestry Commission, running your tongue up and down between a fucking huge pair of sopping piss-flaps."

"Damn."

"And so you should curse, because there's more. Did you try and lick her ringpiece?"

"Too right!"

"And?"

"She said, 'That's dirty.'"

"Meaning 'That's dirty stop it' or 'That's dirty carry on' do you reckon?"

"The former, unfortunately."

"There we are. So she didn't say anything like 'Lick my fucking arsehole you dirty cunt,' and start clenching her shithole against your tongue I take it?"

"Nothing like it."

"Ah, you see, that is precisely what Sharon did. For crying out loud, you can even tell by the slut's name that she's dirtier! Right. Did Charlotte rim you at all?"

"Come off it."

"Shame. Because her mate gave my cornhole a pretty good tongue-bath that night. Alright, next. Did she take you up the arse?"

"I wish," I was fairly kicking myself by now. "I was looking her tight little pucker when I was doing her doggy-style, and thinking that it didn't even look like she used it for shitting let alone anything else."

"Another difference. You see, I imagine Sharon's backdoor sees quite a lot of two-way traffic. It certainly saw a lot more action than her fanny that night I can tell you."

Rob then went on to explain that he was only really interested in fucking girls' arseholes. Pussies were just a means to an end. For Rob anal sex was the ultimate goal every time. Connoisseur of pussy and breasts that he was, his finest critical faculties were reserved for a girl's behind. He seemed to have a 'sixth sense' when it came to homing in on girls who weren't averse to anal sex. Not only did he find girls who took it up the chuff, but somehow he managed to cop off with girls who not only consented to being buggered by him but who actually relished it, who seemed to crave big hard cocks up their shitters. If there was a girl in the room who was into watersports, Rob would find her; likewise the girl who was willing to be buggered by several men in one evening.

He found girls willing to perform sex acts which, at the time, I had hardly imagined existed - like Fiona, the horsey posh lass who not only loved being sodomised, but had a penchant for piss enemas; like Vickie the fucked-up goth girl who liked men to shit onto her and then titty-fuck her huge shitty paps; or like Deepak, a sikh lad and pervert of the first order who would fist his huge brown cock as he watched Rob and me sodomise his teenage muslim girlfriend before thrusting his own huge dick up her spunk-doused rectum, finally reclining beneath his shagged-out bird who would fart and shit our combined loads into his mouth.

But for Rob, anal sex isn't all one way. Despite all the women that flock around him what he really craves is having stiff cock rammed up his butthole -- the harder the better! He doesn't seem to fancy blokes, doesn't seem turned on by them. But he has a thing for big cocks -- as the presence in his porn collection of a significant number of gay fuck movies testifies. In fact it was with Rob that I had my first experience of both bi-male and scat sex, all in one day! When we were still students I went into our bathroom one day to find a dildo stuck to the edge of the bath. It was one of those life-like rubber cock dildos, with a big spongy balls and a suction cup to attach it to the wall or whatever. It was glistening with KY and covered in flecks of shit -- it had definitely been up someone's arse, and as only Rob and I were in the house at the time it had to have been Rob's arse.

Suddenly I pictured my housemate naked and sweating as he rammed his hairy arse down onto this rubber monster and I realised that my cock was as stiff as a board, my knees trembling with excitement. How long I stood there imagining Rob fucking himself I don't know, but the next thing I knew there he was standing in the doorway, holding a tube of KY with his big cock jutting out before him.

"Busted!" he said, and flashed me an uninterpretable grin.

"Not half as busted as your arsehole if you can sit on that thing," I replied, hoping some humour would defuse the situation.

"Sometimes mate, I just need to feel my arse being stretched, just need to be fucked." With that he turned and walked towards his bedroom. Dimly aware that Rob had just uttered an invitation, I followed him, my eyes glued to his sinewy buttocks as he made his way across the landing to his room. Climbing onto the large, double futon he shared with his girlfriend Rebecca he got onto his hands and knees, his glowing brown butt and dark, black-brown arsehole twitching up in the air. I realised then that he was waiting to be plugged -- my "straight" mate was inviting me, practically begging me, to bugger him. The whole scenario was incredibly horny. Rebecca had already left for lectures and several of her bras and pairs of panties littered Rob's rather untidy room. The thought that I was about to get it on with Rob on the very bed where hours earlier he had been lustily rogering his sexy girlfriend made me even harder.

The room was full of sexual paraphernalia - a vibrator, two butt plugs, tubes of lube, anal beads and porn mags. On the TV I noticed a video was playing -- a bisexual porn flick -- on the screen a massively hung man was shoving his cock hard up the arsehole of another man while a woman watched them, pinching her nipples and frigging her slippery cunt. Then on the floor near the bed I noticed something else; a strap on dildo. Rebecca had been fucking Rob! I could see it all in my mind now -- Rob on his hands and knees, shuddering and panting as Rebecca fucked his arse with her fake rubber cock, her huge tits wobbling as she humped his shitter.

Resting his head and shoulders on the bed, Rob reached back to spread his taut buns, tracing the puckered rim of his hairy shithole and poking his fingertip into his funky hole. Kneeling behind him I lowered my face to his arse, hearing his breathing get ever more ragged as I got nearer to his behind, then poked my tongue into the wrinkled core of his anus and began to rim him.

"Oh fuck yeh!" he moaned, spreading his butt cheeks as wide apart as he could, "Tongue my hole. Oh shit Tom, I gotta feel your tongue up my shitter -- lick my fucking man-hole." Rob's arsehole was still pliable after having taken the rubber dong and I managed to stick my tongue a long way up his behind as all the time he thrust his buttocks back against my face, grinding his shithole against my probing tongue.

"Now," he said suddenly. "Come on Tom, you gotta fuck me. I have to feel that big dick filling my pussy." It sounded weird and rather too "gay" to hear Rob refer to his arsehole as his "pussy", but then I reflected as we were probably about to have what most people would call "gay sex", so perhaps I shouldn't have been too surprised.

Squirting a dollop of KY onto my prick, I pressed my bell-end into the centre of his brown starfish and pushed, surprised at the ease with which my cock penetrated his shit-tube. And once he had the dick up his man-hole, he seemed to go crazy. He bucked and reared and shoved his buttcheeks against my groin, trying to cram even more meat into his shitter. My mind was being fucked with -- here was I having my first gay sex, and I was loving it, fucking my best mate hard up the arse. I reached around to his groin, and instead of dipping my fingers into a soft, wet pussy, I grasped a cock; a big, fat, hard cock. It was an epiphany: I suddenly realised that, as everyone has an arsehole, everybody was innately fuckable. Everyone was capable of being fucked. Even me.

My girlfriend at the time, a leggy blonde called Caroline, was not averse to frequent bouts of energetic buggery but insisted upon preparing her back-passage with enemas to make sure she was perfectly "clean". This lewd act of buggery between me and Rob couldn't have been more different. Rob's hairy shithole had tasted sweaty and funky, quite unlike Caroline's cringing pinky pucker, and deep in his bowels I could feel my bell-end butt against the tip of a turd. To add to my already considerably heightened state of horniness Rob began to fantasise out loud about a foursome we might have: me, him, his girlfriend Rebecca and my girlfriend Caroline.

"We gotta do this again mate," he panted, as I continued to slam my painfully hard dick into his arse, "I want you to fuck me while I do Becky up the shitter. Oh man, your big prick up my arse and mine up hers!"

"Oh yeh!" I gasped, fucking him even harder as I imagined the scene.

"Yeh. You fucking me, me fucking her and her licking out Caroline's snatch, mmmmm, or Becky sucking my spadge out of your bird's arsehole. Fuck yes!"

Fuck yes indeed. It was almost too hot to contemplate; Rob sodomising Caroline's tender bottom as I watched, licking his big floppy balls as they slapped against Caroline's puss, tonguing his furry man-cunt as he buggered my girl and pumped a load up into her rectum. Then Becky and Caroline kissing, fondling one another's breasts, fingering their slimy pussies, finally tonguing one another's anuses, each tasting their own boyfriend's jism as it dribbled and belched from the freshly-fucked shit-tunnel of the other. And all this as their boyfriends fucked on the bed next to them. It was too much. Before I knew what was happening I felt my balls tighten and I shot a hefty load of jism up Rob's clasping shit-tunnel.

I may have come, but I wasn't finished. Rob hadn't come yet so now it was my turn. I swung around and bent over. Grabbing my buttcheeks I spread them apart, giving Rob a clear view of my hairy, virgin shit-ring. I looked over my shoulder and saw Rob's eyes, glazed with lust, staring hotly at my puckering arsehole. He reached between his legs and stuck two fingers up his own just-buggered arsehole, lubing them with KY and my spunk. Almost immediately I felt his slippery fingertips playing with my rubbery quoit, his fat middle finger pushing insistently the wrinkled core of my anus.

I heard him spit and felt a big gob of saliva land on my straining butthole. I pushed my ring outwards and felt his finger slip into the warm cavern of my shitter. But immediately I remembered something else -- that I had been going to the bathroom for a dump when I had found Rob's dildo -- there was still a big log of shit up my arse that needed to come out. And Rob had found it two with the two fingers with which he was now plugging my full backside.

"Oh yeah, Tom! That's a dirty butthole you got there. I can feel your shit between my fingers, mate. You have to have a dump don't you?" he said. His voice had a harsh, dirty quality to it and I knew he was as turned on as I was at the sick, fetishistic world we were about to enter together. "Let me see you dump, Tom. Come on, I want to see you dump a really fucking massive log of shit." Without warning a brief, warm stream of piss splashed down my hairy buttcrack, over my flaring arsehole and dripping off of my balls onto the ground. "Open that hole up for me, Tom! Show me some turd so I can piss on it!"

"Oh fuck!" I groaned, pressing my face against the sheets.

"Shit for me, Tom! I want to see that big fat turd hanging out of your cunt!" I felt so nasty in that position with my buttcheeks pulled wide apart, my arsehole gaping with the tip of turd poking out of it and piss dripping off of my balls. 




What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Ch. 05



"Looks good, mate!" Rob cried, as the thick, knotty turd began to emerge. "Good enough to eat!" Surely he couldn't be about to . . . could he? But as I felt the last spurts of Rob's piss hit around my gaping anal ring, looking over my shoulder I saw Rob drop to his knees behind me. I could feel his warm breath on my arse. 

"Fucking hot, dirty arse!" Rob whispered. "Come on, Tom! Push it out into my mouth. I gave you my piss. Now you give me your shit!"

"Oh fuck!" I moaned.

"Yeah. I'm gonna fuck you, mate! While I eat your shit!" I grunted as I pushed out what felt to be a hefty log into Rob's mouth.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Rob moaned. As I glanced back, Rob had about four inches of turd protruding from his mouth, the end of which he steadied with his fingers. I watched as he slid the brown, knotty log in and out of his mouth like some huge, obscene cock.


"Fuck Rob -- you like to eat shit, don't you?"

"Fucking tasty, mate!" Rob sighed, popping the log out of his mouth. "I love shit, Tom! I love the way it smells and tastes. But I never had a bloke's turd before now!" Watching Rob bite into my turd and chew it up and swallow it, turned me on in a way I had never been turned on before. As the smell of my own shit wafted up my nostrils, my cock began to jerk wildly and felt harder than ever before.

I knew I had a scat fetish, but I'd never really explored it before. I'd fucked a few girls up the arse and felt shit up their passages, which had really turned me on. Also, a month or so earlier I had used the bathroom just after Caroline and as I inhaled the scent of her piss and shit I had felt my cock harden. Trembling I had lifted the seat of the loo and seen that she had forgotten to flush, There in the pan were two beautiful logs that had just dropped from the beautiful arse of my girlfriend minutes before. In a trance I hauled out my stiff cock and began to masturbate, imagining Caroline there before me, farting and straining as she laid a pile of steaming turds for me. Within seconds I was coming, shooting ropes of boiling jism into the toilet, festooning my lover's dung with spunk.

But I had never done this kind of thing before. Gone this far or been taken to this level of raunch. It was new. It was exciting and it was all so dirty. Seeing the lust in Rob's eyes, his ecstasy as he ate my shit, only turned me on more and more. I reckoned that if I could allow my best mate to watch me take a dump and then watch him as he ate what I expelled from my arsehole, then there was nothing left to hide. Here was true nakedness and the complete revelation of self.

"Fuck!" I moaned, into the sheets, taking my cock in my hand and masturbating, running my hand up and down my throbbing, piss soaked dick. My moans grew even deeper when Rob pressed his face into my filthy arsecrack and began to rim my shitty hole, probing his tongue deep. I nearly shot my wad when he took the turd he still fondled in his hand and began jacking me off with it. I was delirious with lust and animal heat. Curling my hand, with his around my shaft, feeling the nasty warmth of my shit coating my dick as together we stroked my rock hard tool, I slid my dirty arse over Rob's face.

"Fuck me, Rob! Fuck me!" I panted. "I want to feel your big cock pounding my cunt! There's more shit up my arse for you, Rob. Fuck it out of me! Fuck me dirty!" Before I had even finished begging I felt Rob's massive erection stretch open my hole and slide slowly into my guts.

As Rob's dick filled me, I brought my filthy hand to my face. The stench of my arsehole surged up my nostrils. In a burst of wanton lust I thrust my raunchy digits into my mouth and sucked. A bitter tang swirled in my mouth. This was what Rob was tasting as he pounded away at my arsehole. I groaned at the taste of my own shit and the feeling of Rob's cock slamming in and out, churning my filth, causing it to fart out of my fucked hole with wet, slurping sounds. I could feel his low hanging balls slapping against mine and the firmness with which he gripped my waist as he rode me hard and deep.

"Fucking hot manpussy!" Rob bellowed. "Dirty, shitty fuck!"

"Dick that dirty pussy, mate! Pound my fucking arse! Fuck the shit out of me, Rob!" My hand was flying up and down my cock. My balls were churning and tightening up. I knew that my second come wasn't far off. I could tell by Rob's rapid breaths that he too was near ejaculation.

"Harder! Harder, Rob!" I yelled. "Plough that arse! Rape my shitty hole, fucker! Make me cum!" I took my hand off my cock. I bucked my arse back to meet his every pounding thrust. I wanted Rob to make me cum. My cock jerked and thrashed about wildly. I needed to cum bad. But not by my hand but from Rob's cock.

"Fucking the shit out of you, man!" Rob hollered. "Gonna fucking ..."

"Aaarrrggghhh! Fuck! Fuck!" the two of us yelled, in unison, my dick spooging onto the bed and Rob's cock spasming up my arse.

"Spunking your shitty hole, Tom, you dirty cunt!"

"Yeah! Yeah! Shoot that load, Rob!" I cried, impaling myself to the hilt upon Rob's dick.

"Oh shit! Shit! Shit!" Rob moaned, collapsing onto me.

Doing the laundry after that particular episode had been the devil's own job, and neither of us got to any lectures that day. And after that day we fucked pretty regularly, usually after watching some porn movie had got us really horned up, though we never got to have the foursome with our girlfriends we had talked about during our first fuck.

After graduation we lost touch for a while and the secret sex stopped. A few years later, when I was already living with Emma, Rob came to stay for a few days. He had since married Rebecca and was having a job interview in our city. On the Friday morning Emma and I left for work, leaving Rob in the house. On Fridays I finish at lunchtime so I came back home in the early afternoon. I could hear groans coming from our bedroom, so I crept up the stairs to see what was going on. The sight that greeted me made me almost instantly hard. Rob was on my bed, fucking his hole with one of our dildoes. He'd found one of our "private" video tapes and was watching it with such rapt attention that he didn't notice me standing in the doorway. I would have been extremely angry if I had found anyone else watching a videotape showing intimate episodes from my sex-life with Emma, but so much had passed between me and Rob in the past, it didn't seem to matter.

I have several videos of me and Emma having sex, sometimes on our own, sometimes with other people - all filmed with a static camera on a tripod. But the tape that Rob was watching was different. This tape contained three scenes which I had filmed personally. The first hour or so showed Emma having sex with Louise, a nineteen year-old B.Ed. (education) student who had been on placement at our school. Louise was a very sexy girl: big tits, hairy pussy, round peachy arse; but unfortunately 100% lesbian, so although I was allowed to watch and film she had banned me from joining in.However the pleasure I derived from seeing my beautiful girlfriend fucking another woman up the shitter with a strap-on phallus was more than enough for me!

The second part of the video was from a different occasion when Emma had fulfilled her fantasy of being fucked by twin brothers. The lads in question were Georgio and Alex, who were visiting Britain from their home in Athens to learn English . We picked them up in a club and they really went to town on Emma's lush body when we got home, fucking every orifice in her body with their huge Greek cocks, but reserving most of their attention for her delicious arse. But the third part of the video was my favourite. It showed Emma, drunk and feeling very dirty one evening performing for me -- masturbating, frigging her bushy cunt, pinching her big nips as she uttered filth at the camera. Later in the session she squats on the floor and shits a huge turd as she rubs her clit and has a very loud orgasm. Then she smears her shit all over her jugs and begins to bugger her own arse with a large rubber dong, moaning to the camera about what a dirty slut she is and how much she loves to be buggered by big hard cocks. It was this particular scene that Rob was watching, pumping his shitter with the very same dong.

"I know how she feels," he said, suddenly seeing me standing there. I knew what was going to happen next.

Rob sat up on the edge of the bed, sitting on the dildo crammed all the way up his hole, with his heavy, muscular thighs spread wide, while one hand played with his tits and the other slowly beat his meat while he watched me strip off. It didn't take long! I was too horny from watching Rob fucking himself on our bed and Emma fucking herself on screen. In seconds I was kneeling in front of the bed, gulping down his hot prick, my hands pinching Rob's tits, and then sliding down Rob's back to grip his butt and edge him off the bed.

Rob moaned, and leaned back on his hands, enjoying the blow job, and enjoying it even more when I began pulling the dildo out of his arse and plunging it back in again. The fact that Rob was ready to take the full greasy dong in one rapid, full-length shove after another up his shithole told me that he was warmed up enough for my dick. I deep-throated Rob and immediately yanked the dildo out. Rob had only whimpered. I lifted his head, and still kneeling, took hold of Rob's waist and began slowly lowering Rob's eager shit-tube onto my engorged prick. Rob began fisting his dick, but he was too hot to wait. With a gasp of mixed pain and pleasure Rob impaled himself.

There was nothing gentle about the fuck after that. Rob was a fucking animal, and I fucked his shithole into hot, mushy ecstasy. Rob straddled me, squatted over me, taken it doggie style and standing up in front of the full-length mirror so he could enjoy the sight of my fat schlong plunging in and out of his hole, while he beat off frantically, but as usual, he finished up with his legs over my shoulders, screaming a wordless cry of lust as I pumped a load of cum into his manpussy, and he began shooting himself, spraying his chest and my with shiny white gobs of cum.

Rob the got the job and moved up here soon after. Rebecca worked out her notice in the school she was working in in London and got a job in the same school as Emma. We met socially often but one night, when Rob and Rebecca had been around for a few weeks, Emma asked me something as we cuddled in bed after sex one Sunday afternoon.

"When you and Rob were students . . . "

"Yeh?" I replied, hardly daring to wonder what her question might be.

"Did you and Rob, you know . . . with Rebecca?"

"Did we what, baby?"

"Oh come on Tom, you know," she said, slapping my chest playfully, "I mean did you share her, sexually?"

"And would you mind if we had?" I asked, my heart beating ten to the dozen at the prospect of where this conversation might be leading.

"Of course not," she chuckled, "I've imagined it a few times."

"Really?"

"Yes, I mean she's really sexy isn't she?" she whispered, "I imagined her naked and gorgeous, getting fucked in her pussy and arse by two hot men like you and Rob."

"You think Rob's fit then?"

"Oh God yess!" she yelped, with a little too much enthusiasm. "He's gorgeous, really dreamy. Women must be throwing their panties at him constantly."

"And let's say we had, um, 'shared' her," I suggested, determined to turn Emma on with what was actually her own idea, "If we had both fucked her, me and Rob -- one in her hairy pussy and the other up her arse; then me buggering her while she sucked her own cunt cream of Rob's dick . . . How would you feel?"

"Mmmmm," Emma sighed as I brought my hand around her to pinch her hard left nipple and gently nibbled the other with my teeth as I let my right hand drop to her cunt to pleasure her there. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was hot and slippery. "I'd feel jealous. I'd want you both to do it to me."

"But wouldn't you like to see Rebecca taking our cocks as well?" I teased, rubbing her clit and returning my mouth to it's oral assault on Emma's swollen nips.

"Oh yes, that too . . ." Emma panted as her own fingers now sloshed in her quim and I squeezed her breasts and pinched her rigid nipples. "But I want it first. I want you both to fuck and bugger me, just like you did her." Emma's orgasm was so strong she didn't notice that I had removed my hands from her jugs and that I was already dialling Rob's mobile. Two hours later Emma found herself lying on top of me, my hard cock deep in her slippery fanny and Rob's huge meat thrusting into her shitbox. The following weekend we made it a foursome by including Rebecca, and the fixture has continued every two or three weeks since.

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On Thursday evening Claire arrived back from the hospital with a large "B & Q" carrier bag. Inside was a large quantity of PVC sheeting.

"Don't want to make a mess tomorrow, do we?" she said coquettishly, winking.

The dirty little bitch was actually planning for things to get as filthy as I'd hoped.

"You've done shit-sex before, haven't you Claire?" I asked, suspecting that she was no novice.

"Of course I have!" she replied, seeming almost hurt that I might have thought that scat was not on her considerable list of perversions. "It's Dave's fault of course."

"Dave?"

"Yeh. You know I told you he loved to bugger me?" I nodded, "Well one night he was giving me a good hard bum-shafting and I could tell their was quite a lot of shit up my arse because I could feel it and the room reeked of poo. But Dave got really turned on, his dick felt so big and hard, and he was telling me how his dick was covered in my shit and how he could feel the turd up my bum. Then suddenly he pulled his knob out and told me to shit, so I did, right there on the bed -- shat a big steaming log right in front of him, and he came straight away, jizzing over my turds! Can you imagine? Well, yeh, I suppose you can!"

"A man after my own heart."

"Indeed. And yes, that's another thing . . . " She continued, "I've decided I'm going back to him. He phoned me at work today and admitted that he was only screwing Pippa to give me a taste of my own medicine. So I'm going back there on Saturday, and I'm going to try to be faithful to him this time." Claire's promise of fidelity didn't sound particularly convincing, though, given that at that precise moment we were lounging on the sofa, Claire's bountiful naked breasts in my hands and my stiff cock in her fist.

"But first there's tomorrow," she said, in a matter of fact way. "It'll be my farewell to slut-hood so I want that cock of yours in every hole in my body."

"I'll try," I promised, "Though how successful I'll be in fucking your ears or your nose I can't tell."

"Silly!" she laughed, punching my arm. "You know what I mean. I just want to have the filthiest sex of my life. I want it all. I want you to fuck my mouth and my boobs, my cunt and my arse. I want to drink your piss. I want you to shit on me. I want to be your slut." Oh, you will be, I thought. You are.

The following day, in the afternoon, we were ready for our marathon sex session. Claire was "getting ready" upstairs when Rob arrived, although in the excitement of our previous evening's fuck I had let slip that he would be joining us. I had spread plastic over the carpet and furniture in the living room, put one of my dirtiest pornos on the video player and pulled the curtains closed. When Rob came through the front door I was surprised to see that he had another man with him, a very tall, very black youth.

"This is Joel, Tom. A medical student who should have been sitting in on my clinic this afternoon so I thought it only fair that he should come along." Rob must have seen the doubt on my face. "Don't worry, he's a complete pervert too. And he also has the biggest, fattest cock that I have ever been buggered by!" Joel smiled at this remark, evidently very pleased with himself.

I showed them both into the lounge and their eyes lit up as they saw the plastic sheeting covering everything and noticed the video playing on the TV. The film was of the "Straight to the A" genre, not much "normal" sex, but plenty of disgusting arse-stretching sodomy. Rob was already unbuttoning his trousers and shirt so Joel and I did the same. Joel got down to his white jockeys and I could clearly see the outline of a pretty massive cock. Slipping them over his taut buns and down his coal-black thighs his cock was slowly and tantalisingly revealed. I think I probably gawped, because it must have been getting on for nine inches long and he wasn't even hard.

The three of us sat on the sofa, jacking our stiffening cocks as we watched the on-screen sodomy. As we were watching, Claire entered the room, completely naked. There was clearly a flash of recognition between nurse Claire Stephenson and Dr Rob Adams, but neither of them said anything. Claire's eyes bulged in disbelief as she stared at Joel's enormous fuck-rod, but I would have sworn that she licked her lips too.

"Okay boys," she said, grinning, "Come and fuck the shit out of me." We stood around her as she caressed her naked body.

"Just look how wet my cunt is," she moaned, dipping a finger into her ginger muff and spreading her pink cunt-lips. She was playing with her hard nipples, rolling them between finger and thumb, telling us how hard they were and how much she loved men to be rough with them.

"But this is what you all want isn't it, you dirty fuckers?" she said, drawing her knees up to her chest, exposing her little brown arsehole and teasing it with an immaculately manicured finger. Her red tongue licked her lips, and she arched her back. We wanted to fuck every hole at once.

"Look at the little whore, Tom. Let's give her what she want," said Rob, his voice trembling with lust. Joel knelt between her legs and lowering his head between her long pale legs, began to eat her sopping quim.

Rob moved quickly too, squatting over her face and holding his tight buns wide apart so that Claire could tongue his shithole as he played with her large tits. I felt rather out of it and I stood next to Rob, unsure of where to begin. Suddenly I felt Rob's hand grip my cock and take it into his mouth, He sucked me expertly, taking my entire shaft down his throat as Claire slurped on his raunchy arsehole. I looked down to see Joel easing his huge cock into Claire's tight wet pussy. The head, already oozing pre-cum, parted her cuntlips, and he forced his rod into her hole. She moaned softly and Rob got off her face, standing up to get a better view.

"Fuck me, fuck me, oh please, yeah, fuck me harder!" Joel forced his tongue into her mouth, drooling and slobbering; she drank in his saliva thirstily, sucking on his tongue as he licked her mouth. Her legs wrapped around Joel's waist, and his smooth ebony arse-cheeks rose and fell as he fucked her. He reared up, and grabbed her tits in his hands, twisting them roughly, spitting in her face.

"That's right, you dirty bastard, fuck the little bitch. Fuck her good," encouraged Rob. I was amazed and suddenly aware that I was an amateur at all this. I liked my sex dirty, sometimes even rough, but spitting in a girl's face was something that I wouldn't have thought of, still less tried. But it seemed to goad Claire on to harder and dirtier sex. She leered at Joel and urged him to fuck her harder, to "hurt her tits". She reached up and pulled Joel's face down toward hers. Her tongue probed up towards his, as he let a long thread of saliva ooze out of his mouth into hers. His tongue twined around hers, as he sucked on her mouth.

Rob planted his feet on either side of Claire's waist. He put his hands on his hips, and looked down at her face, glistening with Joel's saliva. His thick cock hung down over his swollen hairy balls. How he had managed to lose his erection in the midst of all this was a mystery to me. She looked up his meat, dangling below his flat belly. 




What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Ch. 06



Emma walked out of the hotel into the warmth of the Parisian night. She was looking for a bar, just somewhere to sit and read her novel over a glass of wine or two. But she was also looking for some less innocent fun. She had felt horny all day; only that morning Tom had buggered her over the desk in her office and had left her with an itch in her arsehole and a desperate need to satisfy it. She had wanted his cum too, to feel it spurting in her bottom, raining down on her breasts or filling her sucking mouth and slithering down her throat, but he had withheld that as well. It was almost as if he had been trying to make her horny. So now she would meet someone in a bar, flirt outrageously with them and then end the evening on her hands and knees being soundly buggered. She used to be coy about her preference for anal sex, pretending instead to be in the middle of her period and shyly suggesting that they could "try the other way", but since she had discovered the magical cock-hardening effect of the phrase "I really love it up the arse" she had had no qualms about using it.

She recalled the last time she had been in Paris, a weekend with Tom. They were eating in a restaurant and a good-looking Arab waiter was giving her the eye, ogling her boobs. Tom saw what was going on too, and she saw his excitement. Sometimes she wondered whether Tom got more pleasure from watching other men fuck her than he did from fucking her himself! She went to the lavatory and pretended to adjust her make-up. About three minutes later the waiter came in and locked the door of the ladies' from the inside. He stood behind her and kissed her neck, his hands immediately going to her breasts. He squeezed and fondled her jugs, lifting them out of her top so that he could pinch her large, stiff nipples. His hands travelled down her body to lift her skirt. He fingered her sodden cunt through the gusset of her knickers, pressing his erection into the soft cheeks of her arse. Slipping down her panties he brought them to his face and Emma watched as he inhaled deeply, smelling her arousal. She heard a belt buckle and almost immediately felt the large, blunt tip of his cock nudge the lips of her hairy pussy and slip inside.

She hadn't even seen his cock, but there was no doubt as to its size. Still, she knew what it looked like anyway; she had seen enough big Arab pricks in her time. It would be big, brown and circumcised just like the cocks she had seen the time she and Tom had attended an orgy in Amman and five Jordanian men had stood around her and showered her naked tits with their cum. The waiter's cock was doing delicious things to her oozing fanny, but Emma wanted to feel him pounding another orifice. She managed to whisper, "Dans mon cul" and saw the lust in his face as he pulled his huge dick from her sloshing cunt and aimed it at her shithole. He spat onto her puckered anus and she pushed out, as if shitting, to ease his passage into her guts. She felt the monstrous glans of his slippery cock press into the core of her arsehole and enter her. Desperate to be filled up, Emma pushed back against the waiter, sucking more of his huge erection into her shit-box. He smiled at her sluttishness and pushed forward to give her what she wanted. Soon he was entirely buried in her beautiful bottom and, as he began slowly to bugger her, pain gave way to pleasure and Emma's fingers dived into her steamy twat.

The waiter showed no finesse as he sodomised her, simply thrusting his massive dick into her churning rectum so that his heavy, swinging bollocks slapped up against her cunt. Emma was in arse-slut heaven, her shitter totally packed with hard, Arab meat and viscous juices from her hot pussy coating her frigging fingers. She looked at herself in the mirror, her hair flinging to her face with sweat, her baps bouncing on her chest with every lunge of the waiter's cock in her arse. She felt him pull out and realised that her anus was gaping lewdly. He dropped to his knees and she felt his tongue enter her bottom and lick her shit-passage. His tongue felt wonderful in her arsehole, but she also felt maddeningly empty. Weakly, she begged him to fuck her arse more. He stood behind her once more and with a single powerful thrust he sank his cock all the way up her crapper and began to bugger her with renewed vigour, slapping her buttocks as he did so and calling her a slut. She felt an orgasm taking hold of her pussy and radiating out through her body, seizing her breasts and making her erect nipples tingle with pleasure. She was moaning loudly so the waiter stuffed her mouth with her own panties to stifle her moans. The, at precisely the right moment he grabbed her teats and pinched her nipples hard, sending her over the edge into a violent, crashing climax. Then she felt his body stiffen behind her and with a series of short jabs into her arse she realised that the waiter was coming, filling her guts with his thick, spicy load. He pulled his softening cock from her shitter with an obscene farting sound, and taking the panties from her mouth, stuffed them crudely into her no longer puckered shithole.

The waiter stuffed his still semi-erect dick into his trousers and zipping up his fly left Emma alone in the toilet. Hurriedly, she lifted her baps back into her top and smoothed her skirt over her smarting bottom. He hadn't said a word to her in the whole 20 minutes he'd been sodomising her, and she still hadn't seen his cock! Tom had already paid the bill and five minutes later they were back in their room. Emma squatted over her boyfriend and as she pulled her panties from her arsehole she allowed the waiter's creamy jism to ooze from her tortured back passage into his open mouth. Tom licked and sucked at his girlfriend's freshly-fucked pooper as he listened to her describe in pornographic detail exactly how much of a dirty slut she had been. Almost as much of a dirty slut, in fact, as the chubby little chambermaid who had been only too willing to spread her fat cheeks that afternoon for Tom's big cock while Emma was out shopping . . . 

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 Eighteen year old Shafiq, who was discreetly following his French teacher through the streets of Paris, was beginning to wonder whether the events of that day had actually taken place or whether they were part of some kind of bizarre, perverted dream. He had started the day by walking in on Miss Boswell as Mr Smith was thrusting his oily prick into her shitter and goading her to admit how much she wanted to be anally fucked by Shafiq, and then as he was having an intense wank in the boys' loos, Mr Smith had come in and given him the same treatment. Shafiq wasn't gay, he liked girls alright, he just loved the feeling of having his butt filled. He rarely masturbated without fingering his own arse and tickling his prostate. Sometimes, when his elder sister Shazia was out of the house, he would sneak into her room and steal one of her large dildoes to use on his arse as he pumped his massive rod. He had been fucked by real pricks, of course, mostly his cousin Rahim and a couple of mates at school, and he'd fucked a few lads up the arse too, but what he really lusted after was a woman who would be able to take his enormous schlong up to the balls in her arse. He'd gone out with Sarah Price for a while, attracted mostly by her huge jugs and slutty reputation, but even in spite of her colourful sexual past, his huge phallus proved too large for her tight bottom and he had regretfully returned to fucking her hairy pussy. Shafiq loved hairy cunts. All of the Pakistani girls he'd fucked had been shaven so he never tired of burying his face in Sarah's bushy vadge.

Only one girl had ever managed to take his entire 13 inch dick in her arsehole: his sister Shazia. Shazia, to all outward appearances was a normal conservative girl who wore the hijab and never showed so much as an ankle in public. She was engaged to a man from their mother's village in Pakistan and she was undoubtedly a virgin. A virgin, but not a pure one. Beneath the purdah, Shazia was a slut, pure and simple. Her virginity was preserved because she let her lovers use another hole: the hole she used for shitting. She was quite simply addicted to taking cocks up her arse, the bigger the better. And of course, by far the biggest and best cock belonged to her younger brother. He had been buggering her for over a year now and in return she had initiated him in sexual practices that he had barely imagined before. She wasn't really Shafiq's type physically, she was slim and boyish with small, pointy breasts, but then it wasn't her tits that interested him, it was her tight, pert bottom. She had crept into his room while he was masturbating one Friday afternoon, while their father was at the mosque. Shafiq's head was thrown back, his eyes closed as he ran through his favourite fantasy of fucking the Bollywood film star Kareena Kapoor's shapely arse, when he felt a hot mouth engulf his helmet and looked up to see his naked sister sucking him off. Before he even had time to realise what was happening he began to cum, shooting volleys of adolescent jism into Shazia's mouth which she greedily swallowed. Then, licking her lips, she swivelled round and presented her stunned brother with her arse, parting her small brown buttocks and slipping a finger into her tightly puckered dark shithole.

"You couldn't get that monster up Rehana's shitter, but I could take it up mine," she said sluttishly. Rehana had been Shafiq's girlfriend until a few days earlier and it was true that they had attempted anal sex on a number of occasions. Rehana, too, was no stranger to anal sex, but Shafiq's dick was just too big for her arsehole so she had to bring him off in her mouth or between her large melons. Shazia had overheard Rehana telling one of her friends about the gigantic size of Shafiq's cock and decided that she wanted some for herself.

"I've already greased my hole for you, so just shove it hard up my arse and fuck me, you stud," she begged. Shafiq was both amazed and incredibly turned on to hear his sister talk in such a slutty way. But her next utterance stunned him completely.

"Come on 'DirtBoxDicker', fuck 'AnalSlutBitch' in her dirty shithole." This couldn't be! His own sister had been 'AnalSlutBitch', a girl he had been speaking to the previous night on IRC! She had been so dirty that he had assumed she was a man pretending to be female, but he had carried on with the chat because it had been so horny. He remembered it vividly. He had sent her a picture of his cock, she had replied with photos of her small tits and bald fanny, photos that he now realised were real. She had been extremely filthy, telling how love to get her 'shit packed', have her lovers piss up her shitter after coming and suck big juicy cocks straight from her anus. The final picture was the best though. It showed a slim, faceless Pakistani girl on all fours, her arsehole gaping slightly as a very well hung white youth pulled his dick from her backside; his huge cock was streaked with shit and he was pissing into her open shithole! The sight of that perverted scene made Shafiq cum powerfully, so powerfully that his spunk hit his chin.

With the vigour of youth, Shafiq was hard again and aiming his huge prick at his sister's glistening anus. He pressed his knob to the elastic rim of her arsehole and immediately felt her push down with her anus and try to thrust her slim hips back onto his erection. But Shafiq's huge girth was a struggle even for a girl with consummate skills in anal sex like Shazia and his pulsating glans failed to enter her backside. She handed him a tube of KY and Shafiq massaged a dollop into his shaft and pressed once more into the hot core of her anus. Shazia pushed her anal ring outwards as hard as she could, making it bloom like a dark rose and farting loudly as she did so. Just as Shafiq felt the rasping fart vibrate against his bell-end he lunged forward and the tip of his cock slipped into her back-passage. Again she began pushing her arse back against her brother's tool, taking more and more of it into her arsehole. After several minutes of panting and groaning Shafiq had his entire thirteen inch dong buried entirely in his teenage sister's chuff, his bollocks resting against her smooth cuntlips.

"Now fuck me Shafiq," she panted, "Dick your sister's dirt-box." Shazia felt her legs shaking as she got used to Shafiq's cock, her rectum more massively full of meat then ever before. Shafiq pulled his sister's butt-cheeks rudely apart and looked down at the root of his prick stretching her anus to the limit. Slowly he began to slide his weapon in and out of her slippery arsehole, marvelling at how easily she was taking the very organ which had defeated so many girls in the past. There was no doubt about it; this bitch had been buttfucked many times before. After several minutes of slow, deliciously tantalising thrusting into her arse, Shazia had adjusted to her brother's size and began to shove her arse back against his invading prick.

"Now bugger me hard you fucker," she yelled, "Hump the shit out of my arse!"

"Fucking hell Shazia," panted Shafiq as he slammed his cock into his sister's tiny butt, "I never realised what a filthy slag you were."

"I just love it up my shitter so much," she explained, "The bigger the better and yours, babe, is the fucking biggest ever."

"No-one's ever taken it all Shazia, you're the first who's taken every inch."

"That's 'cos no-one's as much of anal slut as I am. And just you promise to keep feeding me that huge dick and I'll promise to let you fuck my bum whenever you like." And she was as good as her word. After that first session of hard buggery, Shazia had never refused to accept her brother's cock into her slutty shithole whenever he wanted it. The initiative, though, was usually hers, sometimes begging him for anal intercourse three or four times in one day. Only once had she completely failed to take his cock in her arse: the time she was so desperate for a dump that there simply wasn't room in her rectum for his cock as well. She had squatted over the toilet in front of him and forced a fat log of shit from her anus while he watched. Then, as the turd splashed in the pan, Shafiq had forced his enormous meat right up her filthy backside in one stroke, shivering with delight as he felt the slippery grittiness of her residual shit lubricating his buggering cock. There was still a mass of poop in her hot passage but for a slut like Shazia that was no obstacle to her brother's horse-cock and she moaned like a whore as he buggered her shitty tailpipe, filling the bathroom with the spicy aroma of her churned up shit.

Before long Shafiq let out an ecstatic sigh and shot his load deep into his filthy sister's bottom. Shazia now felt a desperate need to shit, but Shafiq had other ideas. He felt Shazia's shitting muscles involuntarily working to expel his softening cock, but managed to keep his prick embedded in her fundament until he was soft enough to piss up her. Shazia loved him to piss up her shitter after fucking her, but he had never done so when she had been this full. He pissed hard up her guts and she moaned with pain and pleasure as she felt his hot urine bloat her bowels. When he had finished, he pulled his now flaccid dick from her shithole and watched with wide-eyed lust as his own piss squirted from her arse into the toilet. She tried in vain to clench shut her obscenely stretched arsehole to stem the flow, but following the first jet of hot piss that shot from her rectum there followed a couple of wet, slippery turds, and finally another cascade of piss and jism. The perverse spectacle of his sister shitting herself in front of him made Shafiq almost instantly hard and without warning he slammed his huge dick up her filthy, gaping pooper and subjected her to another twenty minutes of arse-splitting sodomy.

But now Shazia was away at college and Shafiq was looking for other butts to fuck. Miss Boswell, he had decided, would be perfect. Most of the lads at school had the hots for her, probably because she had a really tasty pair of baps and because quite often she would arrive at school bra-less and they could spend their lessons ogling her delicious knockers and dark nipples. But as sexy as her lush ripe tits were what captivated Shafiq was Miss Boswell's shapely derriere, as juicy as a peach and the kind of full, round buttocks that cried out to be gently parted so that her tender arsehole could be soundly buggered. Shafiq's obsession with his sexy French teacher had developed still further when Sarah had let slip that Miss Boswell had, "the hairiest fanny she'd ever seen." He lost count of the number of times he had wanked his stiff prick to a shuddering climax as he fantasised about sodomising her, reaching around to finger her juicy, bushy twat and cupping her large teats in his hands.

Of course, he never imagined in his wildest dreams that Miss Boswell would be the sort of woman who enjoyed anal sex; he would have been delighted to have caught just a flash of nipple or a stray tuft of pubes as she bent over. And yet only that morning he had seen her being buggered with his own eyes, and with his own ears had heard her explicitly state her desire for him, Shafiq, to fuck her up the arse. It was beyond his wildest dreams. No great fan of the French language, he had only come on this trip because he had heard the hotel had a swimming pool and he had hoped that he might get the opportunity to see Miss Boswell in a swimming costume. He hardly dared hope that he might get to see her out of one too. 

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Emma sipped the chilled Chablis and tried to read her novel, but it was no good. Her head was a fuzz of sexual thoughts. She had noticed the barman casting sly glances in the direction of her tits and that, in itself, had strangely excited her. The bar had semi-enclosed booths with leather seats and Emma sat in one of these, keen not to be seen by any of her pupils should they be out and about this evening. The first glass of wine she finished quickly and returned to the bar for another. This time she bought a bottle. The barman was making an obvious attempt to chat her up, complimenting her appearance and clothes, commending her excellent French and staring at her tits some more. He was quite cute; not French, Spanish perhaps. Emma felt a slight churning in her pussy; after all, the Spaniards were particularly keen on buggery weren't they? It was a Spanish boyfriend of hers, Pablo, who, many years before during a holiday on the Costa del Sol had introduced her to the delights of the beso negro: the anal kiss. He had rimmed her so exquisitely that she had been begging him to bugger her by the end of it.

Perhaps the Spanish barman would serve her needs; she might wait until he closed up and see if he offered her a "night-cap". Although by now she was feeling so horny that would hardly have complained if he had sodomised her there and then, bent over the table in full view of all the customers. Her daydreaming was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Didn't expect to see you here, Miss!" Shafiq stood smiling in front of her, lying through his teeth.

"Shafiq!" she gasped, a little too loud, "You shouldn't be here, not in a bar anyway!" At the same time she said it, she hoped that he wouldn't leave. He was wearing a tight white T-shirt that clung to his muscular chest and showed the tiny points of his nipples. His jeans were tight around the crotch and his bulge, fuck, his package was enormous! Emma felt herself swoon as she imagined just how big his cock might be. She wanted him. She blushed to think how often she had fantasised about taking him in her arse. Just the night before, when Tom had sodomised her, she had been incoherent with lust as she imagined that it was Shafiq fucking her.




What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Ch. 06



Most of Emma's friends seemed to have the occasionally fantasy about being fucked by an older man, someone more experienced in the art of lovemaking who would give them earth-shattering orgasms. During this kind of girl-talk, Emma kept quiet. Her interest was at the other end of the scale. She fantasised about teenage boys. After all, orgasms had always come easily to Emma (so to speak) and what these strapping youths lacked in experience they made up for in youthful enthusiasm and virility. Beside, part of her deepest fantasy was that she would teach these boys; show them how to pleasure a woman. Her recurring and hottest fantasy, and one that she had shared with Tom many times, took place in her class room, in the course of a lesson. Tom would be there with her, standing behind her, undressing her, exposing her large breasts to a class of eighteen year old sixth-form boys. There would be gasps as he shucked down her panties and everyone saw her bushy fanny, and then further gasps of admiration and disbelief as Tom lay on her desk and she squatted over him and took his huge prick into her back-passage in one, fluid motion.

The boys would get their cocks out, wanking themselves to hardness as they watched their sexy teacher buggering herself on her boyfriend's fat cock, her big tits bouncing. Gradually the lads would get naked and Emma would study their naked bodies: still skinny but with developing musculature, their hard man sized cocks looking gigantic on their still boyish bodies. Some would be of average size, others larger than average, some huge. The largest erections of all would be sported by the black lads, the Arabs and the Pakistanis, the very cocks that Emma desired to fuck her into oblivion. As Tom's massive prick filled her shitter she would salivate at the sight of the naked boys surrounding her, pre-cum dripping from their bulbous bell-ends. Leaning forward, she would open her mouth and one of the lads would thrust his cock into her mouth. Suddenly, as she slurps greedily on the huge brown pole in her gob, she feels several pairs of hands pawing her naked body, fingering her quim, pinching her nips and squeezing her breasts. She sucks a succession of cocks as Tom continues to bugger her and other boys maul her ripe tits. She has already taken two salty loads down her throat by the time Tom fills her bottom with jism. Her legs trembling, she walks over to a well-hung black boy who is sitting on a chair wanking, and straddles him, allowing the hairy wet lips of her sex slide slowly down his coal-black shaft until he is buried to the root in her vadge. He sucks her breasts and she rides him.

Holding her buttocks apart to display her spunk-dripping gaping anus she hears Tom invite one of the youths to sodomise her. The boy who comes to slip his cock up her rear is smaller than Tom but the sheer excitement of being buggered by a teenage boy is enough to make her cum. Before long the boys cum too and a pair young cocks fill her cunt and shitter with spunk Lying on her desk with her knees pulled back to her shoulders Emma then takes a series of hard cocks in her arse and the air is filled with the earthy aroma of her back passage. A huge-cocked Sikh boy is ploughing her shit-trench while the black boy who has already butt-fucked her licks her sperm-filled vadge. Either side of her are Asian lads who are sucking and biting her nipples and above her a slim skinhead lad feeds his bloated pole into her mouth. He fucks her orally until he comes, filling his mouth with a torrent of viscous semen. Out of her corner of her eye she can see the other boys, jacking their hard pricks. Some are sucking off their mates and two boys are even fucking. An Arab lad is bending over and grunting as another slams his enormous schlong into his hairy arse, their lemon-sized bollocks slapping together with every harsh thrust. She feels the Sikh ejaculate into her rectum and withdraw his cock. Immediately the black boy tonguing her groove takes the beshitted brown dong into his mouth and sucks it clean, tasting the depths of his dirty teacher's bottom on his classmate's knob.

Her shitter now maddeningly empty of randy young cock-meat, Emma pleads for someone else to come and fuck her shitter, sighing with sluttish satisfaction as yet another turgid rod of brown gristle slides into her fur-choked shithole to fill her bowels. She begins to moan in ecstasy, because although this lad's cock is not overly long, his huge girth stretches her tortured shit-ring to the limit. She tells him how good his cock feels up her shitter, how much she loves to be buggered and how she deserves to be treated like a slut because she uses her arse more for sex than for shitting. The tightly muscled Pakistani boy humping her shit-pipe pinches her nipples hard, making her gasp with pain and delight. He begins to slap her lolling tits and calls her a filthy slut. The tall Arab lad whom she had just watched being fucked stands over her and squats down so that his arsehole is poised above her mouth. Emma inhales the scent of his butt-crack and teases his hole with her tongue. His anus is tightly clenched, but as Emma probes his ringpiece he lets his fuckhole relax and his Arab mate's scalding cum slithers from his shitter into her open mouth. His shithole now slack and gaping, Emma slides her tongue up into the torrid cavity of his arse and laps like a dog at his spunk-filled passage. The Arab boy's circumcised cock is still hugely erect and the Pakistani lad shagging her bum leans forward to take it into his mouth. The combined sensations of his teacher deep-rimming his tingling shithole and his classmate lashing his bell-end made him cum in seconds, pumping a big load of hot spadge down the Pakistani lad's throat.

The Pakistani bellows as he shoots his load far up her intestines and the Arab boy dismounts and retires to a corner to wank himself to stiffness again, hoping for a go at Miss Boswell's shitbox later on. The Pakistani's place is immediately taken by his twin brother, who begins to bugger her. Several other lads fancy being rimmed too and they take turns squatting over their teacher's face, shivering with excitement as she hungrily laps their puckered buttholes. Emma relishes the variety of young, male arseholes that she is presented with; some hairy, some smooth; some tightly clenched and some, belonging to those who know how to get rimmed, pushed out lasciviously so that they can get the maximum benefit from her probing tongue; some lads have been fucked and they fart and strain their rectal contents into her mouth; some are soapy clean and others sweaty and ripe. Whatever the qualities of the adolescent turdholes presented to her, Emma eats them all with the same sluttish abandon, as her own turdhole is filled with yet another cock.

As the last boy dumps his load in her guts, Tom kneels in front of her and parts her buttocks with his fingers, rimming her slack anus with his tongue. The accumulated jism which fills her arsehole begins to gurgle and belch from her shattered sphincter, pooling on her boyfriend's tongue before he swallows it noisily. Emma climaxes again as she shits their arse-flavoured cum into Tom's mouth, pushing down with her shitting muscles to expel the last few gobs. Then the inevitable happens and she feels a turd travel down her rectum and nudge against her shithole. Her battered butthole is too well-fucked and slippery to hold it in, but the turd is huge and it protrudes a good couple of inches from her sexy bottom. Her pussy seems to go into spasm as she realises that her lover is licking it; licking her turd watched by a classroom full of naked, horny, big-dicked teen lads. At last she can hold it in no longer and she lets the entire massive log slither out of her arse into Tom's cupped hands. He stands up and, thrusting his hard prick once more into her filthy crap-hole, smears the steaming log over her jugs, pinching her shitty nipples as he buggers her to one, final orgasm.

In recent versions of this fantasy, Emma made sure Shafiq had a starring role. His would be the huge cock that she saved until last, that filled her chuff like no other. And now here he was, standing in front of her and trying not to gawp at her tits. She realised in an instant that she could have him if she wanted to; she could end the evening on her hands and knees sweating and grunting like a sow as her 18 year old fantasy lover buggered her over and over again. Her sane, sensible side knew this was madness. It could cause endless difficulties and complications, it could spell the and of her career, unmasking in the tabloid papers as a filthy pervert. But the churning in her fanny told her another story: a night of passion with a stonkingly well-hung teenage boy. And besides, who would believe any teenager who claimed not just to have slept with his teacher but also to have buggered her.

Emma told him to fetch a glass from the bar. She watched his tight buns as he walked and felt a sudden urge to bury her face in his tight behind, pulling down his jeans and pants and licking up and down his sweaty cleft before seeking out the wrinkled nut of his anus and rimming him. She loved men's bottoms. Nothing got her going as quickly as a pair of nicely chiselled, taut buttcheeks. Yes, butt first, then shoulders, then bollocks. She loved guys with really big low-hanging bollocks. Cock size wasn't vital, although as every woman who loves anal knows, the bigger the cock the better the stimulation through the pussy wall during anal. A really massive dick could make her feel like her arse and cunt were being fucked at the same time. Just before leaving her room Emma had decided to forego the jeans in favour of a skirt, leaving aside her knickers too. She dipped a finger into her furry quim and felt how wet she was. She wondered whether Shafiq would be able to smell her arousal.

Shafiq returned with another glass and another bottle. He was trying to get her pissed. Emma felt momentarily shocked until she reflected that she had been thinking of getting him pissed moments earlier. Shafiq, who thanks to his conservative upbringing was not in the habit of drinking, thought that he might need some Dutch courage so poured himself a hefty glass of a buttery, cool Chablis, topping up his teacher's glass at the same time as he sat beside her. The conversation, after a few tongue-tied moments on both side, progressed easily into small talk. They moved through hobbies and family to girlfriends. Shafiq was surprisingly frank on that subject, explaining why he had originally got the hots for Sarah Price.

"It was her breasts I suppose," he said cooly, taking a mouthful of wine and studying Emma's reaction, "I mean not that they're huge, although I suppose they are quite big, more their beauty; they're so shapely and ripe. Even when she doesn't wear a bra, her breasts are perfectly firm and round." Emma swallowed hard.

"Like yours," he added, looking intently into Emma's eyes. Emma could feel her nipples protruding like bullets, knowing that their aroused state would be visible to Shafiq.

"Well, I suppose all men like tits, don't they?" she laughed, attempting to defuse the intensity of the situation somewhat.

"Oh I'm not sure about that," he said with a slight smile, "I think I actually prefer bottoms more. That's why I don't fancy skinny lasses. I like nice full bottoms. The natural look. I mean, Sarah's got a really nice arse, don't you think?"

Emma could only nod silently, painfully aware that her nipples were shamelessly advertising her lust. She made a lame excuse that must be a draft in the bar, then realised too late that this comment only drew further attention to her ripe and shapely baps.

"Could be," Shafiq mused, "But Sarah always got hard nips when she was horny." Then, quite brazenly, he brought his hand up to Emma's trembling bosom and let his fingertips gently brush across the nipple of her right tit. The touch was quite electric, shooting bolts of pleasure through her teats into the pit of her belly.

"Pinch them." A voice leapt from nowhere and tumbled out of Emma's mouth before she had realised what she was saying. By the time she had realised, Shafiq was already pinching both of her aching nipples.

"Mmmm," he cooed, "Even harder than I am." As if forced by an invisible hand, Emma laid a hand on Shafiq's crotch and groped for his dick. She found it easily -- snaking down the left leg of his jeans. It was spongy and hugely thick. She didn't explore it's length; the girth was enough. Shafiq's left hand was cupping her right teat now, teasing her hard nipple with his thumb. With the hand with which she had just felt his cock, she removed it. Shafiq's hands disappeared below the table and he appeared to be rearranging his 'undercarriage'. That was one of Tom's less endearing public habit too, Emma thought.

They sat in silence for what seemed like an age, but was probably only a second or too. Gently, Shafiq took her right hand in his left and brought it down under the table. Emma was somehow powerless to resist. Again she felt his throbbing cock, but now he had released it from the confines of his jeans and she was gripping his naked, fleshy prick! This time she could not tear her hand from the very organ which she had imagined so many times. Gingerly, she let her hand trace down the thick shaft until she felt the prominent ridge of his glans. A tingle of excitement ran through her as she realised that despite the massive girth and length of his cock, Shafiq wasn't even fully hard yet. Gently, but with a firm grip, she began to masturbate him under the table. There would be no going back after this, but it was as if her hand was glued to his gorgeous cock which was growing ever bigger and harder in her fist.

Shafiq looked at her with his dark eyes and then put his hand on hers, stroking it gently. Then he slid his fingers along the underside of her soft arm, letting them brush against the swell of her breast, making the heaving pap jiggle under her top. Emma looked into Shafiq's eyes and let out a quivering sigh. He took it as the signal it was: she wanted him badly. Shafiq slid his hand down her flat belly and under the table and started stroking her thigh, his fingers sliding upwards underneath her skirt. Emma felt her pussy opening and closing on its own, preparing for Shafiq's eager fingers to enter her.

She gasped as he slid two long digits deep inside the slick tunnel of her bushy cunt at the same time as he stroked his thumb back and forth across her throbbing clitoris. Emma rolled her eyes with pleasure. The sensation felt so erotic she wanted to lean over the bar table and let Shafiq fuck her right then and there. Shafiq fingers were sliding in and out of Emma's slippery puss as he leaned across and softly kissed her neck. Emma thought she would faint with pleasure. She could feel Shafiq's huge erection and the way he was kissing her ears and neck sent waves of delight up her throat to her ears. She shivered with passion and pleasure, her huge breasts heaving. Then Shafiq added a third finger, driving all three deep into her cunt, and she had to bite her lip to stop herself crying out as she quivered and shook in orgasm.

As her orgasm began to ebb away, her lips found his and they kissed passionately. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from her churning cunt with a loud slurp that made Emma blush hotly and licked his fingers, savouring the taste of his teacher's arousal. Emma looked at Shafiq and realized she wanted him to fuck the shit out of her. She wanted to suck his gorgeous prick until it exploded in her mouth. She wanted to lick from his arsehole to the huge brown bell-end of his cock and then take every last inch into her mouth and down her throat, sucking on his tool until she'd drained his balls of every last drop of their deliciously salty load.

"It's time we got back to the hotel," Emma said, her voice unsteady.

"Good idea," Shafiq said quietly.

As they hurried through the lamp-lit streets of Paris Emma couldn't take her eyes off the outline of his obviously bulging crotch. Nor could she ignore the spasming between her own legs. As they neared the hotel she realised she couldn't wait a moment longer. She led him into a dark side alley and behind a pile of wooden crates shielding them from view of the street, and against the wall, kissed his mouth hard. She pressed her tits to his chest and felt Shafiq's hand drop to her waist and caress her arse.

"Let me suck you off," she begged, unable to control her urges.

Shafiq nodded in agreement, then unzipped his swollen fly and pulled out his rigid prick. Shafiq stayed on his feet, Emma dropped to her knees. She took his hard, young prick in her mouth and suckled the tip, licking up and down the shaft until he had grown to full thickness. Taking more and more of his cock into her mouth she forced her head forward, straightened her neck and deep-throated his cock with a single slurp, managing to take almost two thirds of it down her gullet, saliva drooling from the corners of her mouth. He took her head in his hands and began guiding the tempo of her suction. Shafiq had a very salty cock, Emma found out. This was a welcome discovery, because the saltiness made her especially thirsty for the jizz Shafiq would eventually shoot. However, she was in no hurry to drain his balls. She took her time, wanting to really get acquainted with just how Shafiq was hung. He had about more than a foot of cock -- bigger than any prick she had ever sucked. Twelve or thirteen very thick inches. And his balls, when she fished them out of his jeans to fondle them, were fat and round and smooth, the kind guaranteed to produce plenty of cum.

"You give great head, Miss," Shafiq murmured. "Never had a better blowjob." When she heard this, Emma immediately thought of Sarah Price wrapping her lips around Shafiq's huge brown shaft and sucking him. Perhaps she could be persuaded to join them sometime? Her and Tom partner swapping with two of their pupils. But, in the meantime, first things first. She had a blowjob to give and was more than hungry enough for a bellyful of Shafiq's teenage fuck cream to put that delicious thought aside for the moment.  Shafiq's jeans were down to his knees. Emma put her hand between his thighs and stroked the crack of his arse, touching his tightly puckered anus with her fingertip.

"Did Sarah ever finger your arsehole Shafiq?" she asked, slurping up at him with a mouthful of prick.

"Fuck yes! I always get off extra hard from that," he answered. "Fingerfuck my arsehole real deep, so I can feel it right behind my nuts." 

Somebody had definitely been giving Shafiq expert treatment. But Sarah wasn't the only one who could fingerfuck a boy's arsehole with a magic touch. Emma set to work proving her own talent in this area, reaching between her legs to dip a finger in her sopping quim to moisten it, then digging into Shafiq's sweaty arse channel to find his tightly puckered butt. When her finger found his anus, she wormed it inside, slipping it up into his rectum and began to massage the crucial gland at the base of Shafiq's balls.

"Oooooh," Shafiq moaned with approval, "That's so good Miss."

"Mmm-hmmmm," Emma gurgled with anticipation. Deep-throating his prick, squeezing his balls and fingerfucking his arsehole, she gradually brought Shafiq toward the bursting point. Soon Shafiq was bucking his crotch, pulling Emma's face against him every time he fucked forward.

"Won't be long now, Miss," he gasped. Emma was ready for her creamy reward. With her mouth, hand and finger she applied extra pressure to Shafiq's cock, balls and arsehole. That did the trick. The dam between Shafiq's legs abruptly broke.

"What a load!" he croaked as he came. Emma had to agree as she feasted on his spurting prick. Shafiq's cum was so rich and plentiful that, as she swallowed it, she had the fantasy she could actually live on a meal of Shafiq's scum without having to eat or drink anything else. But after two hefty spurts, Shafiq pulled his cock from her mouth and pinched it just below the helmet, temporarily stemming the flow of delicious semen. Emma looked at him like a child who has had a favourite toy taken away.




What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Ch. 06



"Please Miss," Shafiq gasped, "I've got more cum, but I want to shoot it over your bum."

"What?" asked Emma, not understanding what he wanted, or why.

"I want to jizz over your arse," he gasped, "I know it's pervy, but I just want to shoot the rest of my load over your beautiful white buttocks . . . please."

Emma stood up and turned around, pulling her skirt up to expose her naked rear. She leant forward slightly so that her curvaceous bottom was thrust towards Shafiq. He hadn't been lying when he had told her he preferred women's bottoms. Shafiq gazed at Emma's naked arse in the half light of the alley-way and felt his chest pound with lust. Hers was the most beautiful behind he had ever seen; surely even Kylie's famed bottom wouldn't approach this. With a deep sigh he released his grip on his cock-head and with a final pump of his huge dick, released a volley of spunk over Emma's sluttily proffered seat. Emma felt the scalding cream land in thick ropes across her chilly buttocks and gasped with pleasure as she felt a huge gob of spunk land in her crack and slither down to coat her arsehole.

"You bastard," she whispered, "I wanted to taste all of that."

"You will Miss," he whispered back, "you will." He dropped to his knees behind Emma's trembling form and put his hands on the backs of her thighs. It took Emma a moment to work out what he was doing. He was licking his own jism from her buttocks! First one cheek, then the other, cleaning all traces of his load from her soft, white buttocks with sensuous, soft licks. Just as Emma recalled the dollop of cum that had landed in her crack she felt him pull her bum-cheeks gently apart and press his tongue at the base of her pussy. Then with an agonisingly slow motion, he licked slowly upwards to her arsehole, pausing momentarily to tease its rim and then continuing to the base of her spine.

He stood up and Emma silently cursed that he hadn't remained kneeling behind her and given her the rimming she so craved. But then she got another surprise. When she turned her head to kiss him, she found his mouth was full of cum! He had licked his semen from her buttocks and had kept it in his mouth to feed to her, allowing her to taste the salty nectar which she thought he had denied her. It dripped from his tongue into her mouth and then, impatient for his cream, she sealed her mouth over his and sucked and licked out every last drop.

His left hand reached around her hip to her crotch and found her naked pussy, and with his right her fondled her breast as they kissed. She reached behind herself and gripped his cock, still huge in its flaccid state.

"You have the lushest pussy, Miss," Shafiq purred in her ear sexily as his fingers squelched in her sex, "So hairy and wet. Do you want me to lick it?"

"Oh fuck yes," Emma croaked, "I want that so bad."

"Ooh, I'd love to tongue your cunt," he whispered in her ear, mashing her twat-meat to a mush with his fingers. "Tease those big flaps with my tongue then plunge inside and taste your hot fanny juices."

"Mmmm, you're turning me on so much Shafiq," Emma moaned, her knees shaking, "Talk dirty to me."

"So you like me to use the word cunt?"

"Yessss."

"Talk about your delicious hairy cunt, your hot sexy cunt, your big fat wet cunt, your tasty horny cunt?"

"Yes. I want you to fuck my cunt with your tongue, then your fingers, then your huge cock!"

"Oh yes, sticking my cock up your gorgeous bushy cunt and fucking you."

"Shafiq . . ."

"What Miss?"

"I want you to . . ."

"What? Anything, I'll do it, I'm so fucking hot for you."

"I want you to fuck me up the shitter," Emma managed to get the words out, blushing hotly.

"Oh yes, yes, yes," repeated Shafiq, "I told you: anything. You are the hottest woman out. I'll do all that and more. Oh man, yes, sink my dick up your beautiful arse, oh please, I want to."

"Yes, fill my shitter with your huge meat."

"Oh Miss, that would be so beautiful."

"I want you to bugger me Shafiq, hard. Feel your hugeness in my back-passage."

"That's it Miss, I can see it now, my big Muslim cock sliding in and out of your beautiful anus."

"In and out of my shithole," Emma corrected, increasingly aroused by the coarseness of their talk.

"Yes, your hot, tight shithole; making your pussy drip," echoed Shafiq, enjoying the direction the conversation was going.

"Mmmm, buggering me, sodomising my tight little corn-hole, making me whimper 'cos your so fucking massive."

"Big brown cock buried up to the balls in your dirtbox."

"Yes, oh fuck yeh, balls deep in my shitbox,"

"Fucking me where I shit."

"Yeh, filling your shitpipe," growled Shafiq, sliding a finger into Emma's rubbery arsehole to bring home the point as she jacked his now fully erect prick with long, firm strokes.

"Yeh, fucking my dirty shit-pipe," panted Emma through gritted teeth.

"Mmmmm," sighed Shafiq, close to coming again, "Fucking my big dick into your hot shit."

Emma's silence after this last comment made Shafiq fear he had gone to far with his explicit reference to Emma's no doubt delectable shit, but then he realised she was actually speechless because she was having an orgasm.

"Room 512," Emma managed to say as her orgasm subsided, "I'll go now, you follow in ten minutes. The door will be unlocked." And with that Emma smoothed down her skirt and turned to walk to the hotel, aware that her new favourite student was shortly going to be giving her the biggest buggering of her life.

"Oh, just one thing Shafiq," Emma called back.

"Yes, Miss?"

"Well, if you're going to spend tonight buggering the shit out of me," she smiled wickedly, "I really think you'd better start calling me Emma."

"Yes Miss," Shafiq replied, without thinking, his mind already set spinning by pleasures yet to come

To be continued? Do we need a chapter 7? Feedback please!



What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Ch. 07



Emma sat silently on the bed in her hotel room, her cheeks flushed, panting slightly from running up the stairs. The events of the previous hour swirled in her mind, a tangled web of erotic confusion. Her mind reeled in disbelief at what she had done. After all, she was a respectable woman, a schoolteacher no less, and yet minutes earlier she had been squatting in a dingy alleyway greedily sucking the massively engorged penis of one of her own pupils with all the skill that her sluttish alter-ego could muster. She knew that any healthy, teenage boy would be creaming at the prospect of getting a flash of his sexy young teacher's jugs, let alone have her give him a public blowjob. Yet she was the one who had taken it that far, who had lost all self-control. She wanted Shafiq's big hard cock and she wanted it badly. 

She had gone too far in seducing him, one of her own pupils. But her lust for him had overtaken her senses and he had seen it. Her nipples had given it away. As her boyfriend Tom always said, "NDL" - nipples don't lie. She stroked them lightly, finding them throbbing stiffly even now. She wanted Shafiq to suck them later on; tease them with his lips and nip them with his teeth. Few men realised how central to Emma's sexual pleasure her breasts were, how a little attention paid to her pert titties could transform a good fuck into a mindblowing one. Tom had always seemed to know instinctively and she remembered the second time he had fucked her when he had pinched her nipples increasingly hard, pulling each turgid brown cone in turn and slapping the wobbling flesh of her breasts hard as he thrust his huge dick into her sloshing cunt. 

She was sure Shafiq would do the same, she'd seen him ogling them often enough after all. Emma knew full well that her breasts turned heads and she delighted in teasing her pupils with tantalising glimpses of her deep cleavage. Perhaps he would fuck her breasts later, here, naked in bed with her. She squirmed as she imagined what it would feel like to have a cock that big thrusting between her sweaty tits, its enormous glans butting against her chin as her schoolboy stud got ready to pump his youthful jism into her greedy mouth . . . 

But tonight Emma had other plans for his beautiful big cock: she wanted to feel it up her arse. Emma adored anal sex. In fact she liked most kinds of sex. She loved to have her cunt licked, her breasts mauled, her pussy fucked; but what she sought beyond anything else was the intense pleasure that having her beautiful bottom packed to the hilt with throbbing, hard meat gave her. Nothing brought her to orgasm quite so effectively as being soundly buggered, nothing gave her as much delicious pleasure as feeling her lover thrust his greasy pole into the hot sheath of her rectum as he reached around to grasp her heaving jugs and sodomised her greedy shitter. 

Buggery was something that had always fascinated Emma, from the time that, as a sexually naive girl, she had discovered a stache of girlie magazines in her elder brother's wardrobe. The photographs, of shorn-quimmed, firm-titted babes touching themselves and one another, turned her on, but what really got her juices flowing were the erotic stories and letters purporting to come from readers. Many of them dealt with practices which Emma had never before considered: anal penetration, rimming, watersports, bondage and tit-fucking. As she "borrowed" these magazines and masturbated with them, she began to seek out the stories with anal content, fascinated by the idea that an arsehole, her arsehole, anyone's arsehole, could be a locus of sexual pleasure. There were some stories that she returned to again and again, such as the one about a girl who found that she could only achieve orgasm with a prick up her bottom, or the one about the naughty schoolgirl who got better grades by letting her teachers butt-fuck her. When she masturbated, which was often, she got a special thrill from touching her anus and running her finger tip, wet with juices from her cunt, around the puckered rim of her dirtiest and most forbidden hole. 

Already familiar with her brother's collection of soft-core pornography, Emma decided to see if her father had any hidden away somewhere. In the bottom of his closet was a small tin chest with a padlock on it. She had to find the key, certain that the locked trunk would contain something naughty. After a fruitless search through his drawers, Emma finally found a key in the breast pocket of her father's bathrobe. Her hands trembling, she unlocked the trunk and found it stuffed full of magazines and books. However, unlike her brother's collection, these were not the kind of magazines that one might buy from a high street newsagent. Emma took out the first magazine, entitled "Schoolgirl Bitches" and saw for the first time something that she had never seen before (though she and imagined it hundreds of times): graphic, hard-core sodomy. A pair of firm-bodied teenage girls were kneeling on all fours, each with a huge cock buried her behind. The image seared itself onto Emma's brain and she felt immediately hot, wanting to masturbate. 

Knowing she had at least three hours by herself before Mark got back from his football match, Emma began to look through the other magazines and found herself stunned, shocked, occasionally disgusted but mostly very turned on by the pictures that she found in them: women and young girls being fucked in the mouth, pussy and arse by dildos and huge cocks; heavily pregnant women being anally fisted; women being pissed on and pissing on men; people being spanked; girls covered in slimy spunk; tits being fucked; men being fucked; shitholes being tongued; everything that she had ever imagined, and more. 

One magazine was called "Daddy's Slut" and contained pictures of a teenage boy and girl and an older man. The accompanying text made it clear that the girl was supposed to be the man's daughter and the boy her brother. The centrefold picture showed the girl bending over a sofa, her father's massive dick fucking her bottom, while she sucked her brother's cock. Emma noted that the boy in the picture looked not unlike her brother, Mark. Then it hit her: the girl being buggered looked just like her! She noted something else, too: there was a large stain on the page, like water had been spilt on it, except Emma knew that it wasn't water; it was come! Emma felt an impending orgasm growing in the pit of her stomach, felt that familiar tingling deep in her over-excited twat. She reached up to pinch her nipples then dunked her fingers into her soupy cunt to coat them in her sex juices. Then she let her fingers travel down from her pussy to her anus, teasing the puckered knot of muscle before gently easing one finger into her hot, tight shitter. The thought of it, the lurid picture in her imagination, drove her over the edge. The porno was dog-eared and well-thumbed. The truth hit her like a thunderbolt: her father's favourite fuck-book was about a man who loved to bugger his daughter. Emma looked intently at the photograph again: the girl who looked like her, her anus stretched impossibly wide by her father's huge prick, her tits filling his hands, her mouth full of her brother's cock. Emma felt her climax take hold of her, two fingers now plugging her horny shithole. She grasped the full significance of the spunk stain on the page: her father had masturbated over this picture as he fantasised about buggering her, his own daughter! He had come thinking about it, he had squirted his hot jism all over this page as he imagined himself fucking Emma's arse, buggering his own daughter. The thought was almost too hot for Emma. She shoved her fingers violently up her crapper, her other hand still busy in her squelching cunt as she thought of her father, naked and hairy, madly fisting his huge cock as he fantasised that Emma's tight butthole, not his hand, was gripping his rod. She could see the scene clearly in her mind: her father closing his eyes and panting as thick ropes of creamy sperm squirted from his cock over the picture, but imagining instead that he was squirting into the massively stuffed bowels of his teenage daughter. Quickly she turned the page to see the girl sucking her father's prick as her brother rimmed her. A few pages later the girl was riding her brother's cock as her father pissed over her firm young melons. Emma came, her anus contracting in spasm around her own buggering digits. 

The book was forgotten now as Emma frenziedly masturbated her cunt and shitter. The fantasy was so real she could feel it. She could feel her lustful father's cock thrusting into her rectum, she could taste Mark's huge cock filling her mouth, she could feel the both pinching her nipples, slapping her buttocks, she could feel her father's hot piss splashing her ripe young teats, she could taste the richness of her own bowels on her father's spunky prick, she swore she could even feel her father's scalding jism as he pumped it into her guts. 

"Oh Emma, baby, your arse is so tight," she heard her father moan in her overheated mind, "I love fucking your arse so much, You're such a horny little slut. Oh fuck yes. I'm so deep in your shitter and it feels so damn good. Fucking my dirty little girl in her poop-chute. I always knew you were a filthy little bitch, never happy unless you've got daddy's big cock stuffed up your shit-tunnel. Fuck, baby, that's it, just like that; work my dick with your shithole while you suck on Mark's cock. That's my boy, fuck your sister's mouth, get it nice and wet because you're going to bugger her next." As one final orgasm took hold of Emma's trembling body, radiating outwards from her pussy and arse and sending bolts of electricity up to her hot tits, Emma thought she would faint with pleasure. The orgasm was so intense that clear, viscous girl-come actually squirted from her cunt into her palm, soaking her bush, and her arsehole contracted and spasmed so violently that she felt as if her fingers were about to be snapped off. She collapsed forward, relishing the rough texture of the carpet against her tender nipples. Her sodden cunt bucked uncontrollably against her nimble fingers and she shoved a third finger into her crap-hole as she experienced the hardest come of her young life. As her shattering climax peaked, Emma pulled her fingers from her clasping shitter, shoved them rudely into her mouth and licked them greedily, savouring the earthy taste of her own back-passage. Gradually the sensations died away and she collapsed on the floor, her mind still filled with lewd images of incestuous sodomy. 

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Mark had never thought sexually about his sister until that afternoon, but a rained-off football match meant that he had returned home earlier than planned. Even coming up the stairs he could hear the panting and moaning. At first he thought that his father and step-mother were making love, but they were away visiting his aunt in Australia so it had to be Emma. 

His heart pounding, Mark crept silently along the landing and peeked through the slightly open door into his parents' bedroom. What he saw nearly made him gasp audibly. Kneeling on the floor, surrounded by open porn magazines, was his naked sister. He hadn't seen her naked since she was a child, but she was certainly no child now. Funny, he had never noticed her growing tits, but seeing her naked like that he realised that his annoying little sister actually had a beautiful pair of big, juicy knockers; the kind of pert, full titties that just made you want to stick your face between them. Her nipples were large, brown, suckable and very, very erect. She had been developing in other areas, too. Her dark brown pubes grew thickly around her cunt, the meaty lips of her aroused sex flopping wetly together as she slowly masturbated. Mark stroked his hard cock as he watched his younger sister pleasure herself, unable to believe his luck. 

"Your little sister's a hot little thing," one of his mates had told him a few days earlier. At the time Mark had just thought "Oh gross," but now he was compelled to agree: she was gorgeous. What had he been thinking of, leering this way and that at every bit of skirt he could when all the time this complete babe had been under the same roof?! He knew he was a pervert, but he wanted her. He wanted to snog his baby sister, wanted to let his hands roam over her fit nude body, feel those gorgeous tits fill his hands, suck on her big nipples, eat her hairy cunt. Damn it, he even wanted to fuck the bitch every way possible: between her norks, in her mouth, in her hairy cunt, up her shitter. 

Mark was more than familiar with his dad's remarkable collection of pornography having discovered the locked chest, and the key's hiding place, some months before. Not only had he poured over every page of delightfully obscene photography, but he had also devoured the huge collection of adult novels that his dad secreted in the same box. The novels had titles like "Backdoor Babysitter," "Anal Family," "Daughters in Heat," "Big Brother's Butt Slut," and "Daddy's Piss Slave." He had never thought much about the incest element in these stories, preferring them simply for the spicey dialogue and constant explicit sex, the fact that they were concerned with horny teenage girls with voracious appetites for spunk and an ever-ready willingness to bend over and spread their sexy buttcheeks so that huge, hard cocks might be thrust into their dripping cunts or, better still, into the welcoming grip of their greased-up shit-tubes. But now, watching his beautiful sister naked and masturbating, Mark began to feel the attractions of incest more acutely. He imagined Emma bending over there father's desk like the heroine of "Anal Family" and moaning like a whore as her well-hung father and brother repeatedly sodomised her. 

Lost in this delicious and forbidden thought, Mark almost missed Emma turning away from him and sticking her cute rump in the air. He cursed her inwards because her luscious teats were now hidden from view, but then he realised that he was about to ogle something far more spectacular: her bottom. Her behind was a work of art, the most perfect peachy butt he had ever seen. But what she did next stunned him completely. Pressing her fleshy paps to the floor, Emma reached behind her back and spread her buttocks apart. It seemed to Mark almost as if she were showing him her anus and Mark gasped in amazement. His sister's pubes were so thick that they grew up around her arsehole, but that was not what amazed him; it was the fact that she was working her butthole, clenching and unclenching it and pooching it outwards like a succulent brown fruit. It was all Mark could do to restrain himself from running into the bedroom and lapping at his sister's shithole like a thirsty dog. He couldn't believe the perversion of it. He wanted to taste his sister's arsehole. He wanted to lick and kiss her pouting rosehole, the very hole that she used for shitting. It was disgusting but irresistible. He imagined Emma on the toilet, grunting and farting as she dumped a huge, steaming turd in the pan. Even that turned him on. What kind of sicko was he? Not only did he fancy his sister and want to fuck her, he even wanted to watch her taking a dump. 

Mark watched, mesmerised, as Emma traced tiny circles around the taut rim of her tiny wrinkled anus, her fingers glistening with fuck-juices from her twat. He watched her slip a finger into her shit-pit. He watched her digitally bugger her own rectum with two and finally three fingers as she frigged her virgin cunt to orgasm. He listened to her throaty, barely audible moaning:

"Oh fuck yes. . . so good. . . feels so fucking good. . . yes. . . oh yes. . . fuck me. . . such a dirty slut. . . fuck yeah. . . bugger me. . . need it so bad. . . so big up my arse. . . so good. . . so gooooooood. . . ."

Mark couldn't believe his eyes or his ears; his goody-two-shoes swot of a sister was not only as fit as they came, but here she was climaxing her tits off as she drooled over hardcore porn with three fingers stuffed up her shitter. Mark felt his balls tighten and decided to return to his room to finish the job in hand, so to speak. He remained there, spying on his sister, long enough to see her shake and shudder as she had her most violent orgasm. His final stunning sight of Emma was after she had wrenched her fingers from her bottom and her previously tight brown shithole gaped for a moment before slowly snapping shut. 

Back in his room, Mark locked the door and stripped naked. Opening one of his copies of "Derriere Magazine" he found a photograph of a young brunette lewdly spreading her buttocks to display her chocolate starfish to the camera. As he gazed at the tight brown walnut of the girl's anus, all Mark could think about was his sexy sister's beautiful body, her shapely tits and bottom and her dazzling display of anal masturbation. As he wanked his painfully hard prick he imagined that he was buggering her and he quickly found himself ejaculating thick jets of sperm all over the girl in the magazine. One thing was certain: he had to catch her frigging again. As it happened, that turned out not to be too difficult. 

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Three days later, Mark returned early from a night out to find Emma in his room. She was wearing a bra and panties and was eagerly reading Mark's newest magazine, "Bush Babes," little suspecting, perhaps that the reason Mark had bought it was to feed his obsession for his own sister's dense pubic thatch. The magazine was open on the floor and Emma had her hand stuffed in her knickers, masturbating slowly as she read a story about an Indian girl who liked to smother her lovers' faces with her bushy muff as they ate her pussy. Mark was tempted simply to stand and watch, as before, but he realised that it was now or never. 

"what's going on Emma?" he asked, trying to sound angry but his voice nonetheless trembling with desire. Emma closed the magazine and got to her feet, her mouth opening and closing, but no words of defence coming out. 

"How would you feel if I went snooping around your bedroom?" Mark continued. 

"Which you don't?" Emma asked, suddenly finding her voice. 

"Of course not," her brother replied indignantly. 

"Well how do you explain these then?" Emma asked triumphantly, holding up a pair of her knickers. 

"I must have taken them from the laundry by mistake," Mark lied. 

"Mark, they're dirty knickers."

They were, and Mark knew it. They weren't even her sexy, lace-trimmed panties, but a pair of sports pants which Emma had worn to play hockey the day before. As such they were all the better for Mark's purpose because they were sweaty and frangrant. He had held them to his face whilst masturbating, inhaling deeply the scent of his beautiful sister's cunt and arsehole, imagining that she was straddling is face, his tongue poking into the yielding ring of her shithole as she ground her bushy fanny onto his chin. Mark was understandably speechless so Emma broke the silence for him. 

"So, I guess we're quits."

"Those are girlie magazines," Mark began, "Does this mean you're a dyke?"

"Not at all," Emma replied, smiling, "I like reading the stories."

"And when you read them," Mark went on, hesitating slightly, "Do you, well, you know. . ."

"Wank?" Emma supplied the verb. 

"Yes," confirmed Mark, blushing furiously. 

"Girls do you know."

"Yeh, I suppose they do," her brother added thoughtfully, "Will you show me how?"

"Mark," began Emma sternly, "Are you telling me that you are ninenteen years old and you still don't know how to jack off?"

"Oh I know how to do it myself, but I've never seen a girl wank."

A deal was struck and moments later the two randy siblings were lounging at opposite ends of Mark's bed, eagerly watching each another masturbate. Emma eyed her naked teenage brother lasciviously, admiring his toned shoulders and chest, then looked down to check out his steel hard cock and big floppy bollocks. Mark jacked his cock slowly, not wanting to come before he had taken his fill of his sister's body, studying her soft curves, the fat tips of her big brown nipples, the sight of her fingers disappearing into her oily cunt and the dreamy expression of barely disguised lust on her face. Mark was surprised by how much attention Emma paid to her tits and nips as she masturbated. For him, wanking was simply a matter of rubbing his knob until he came, but Emma was touching her breasts, belly, cunt and arsehole during her self-pleasure. Unable to resist the temptation, Mark reached forward and cupped his sister's firm adolescent tits in his trembling hands. 




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"You've got such beautiful breasts, Emma," he said softly as he fondled them, squeezing handfuls of titflesh and pinching her engorged nipples. Judging by her moans he was doing the right thing, so bending his head forward he took one stiff nippled tit into his mouth and suckled it before turning his attention to the other, neglected teat. Having her tits sucked while she frigged her pussy drove Emma wild and by the time that Mark came up for air she was hornier than ever. 

Looking her brother squarely in the eye, Emma reached forward and grabbed his rock-hard tool and slowly began to jack him off. To return the favour Mark reached between Emma's legs and began to play with her pussy, amazed by how wet she was. Their faces were so close they were almost touching. Gently, Mark let his lips brush against hers. She responded with her tongue and within seconds they were kissing. They kissed each other hard, caressing each other. Mark kissed her neck and, pushing her back onto his bed, let his searching mouth savour every inch of her body, licking and kissing her breasts and belly, then nuzzling the thick fleece of dark curls that covered her meaty cunt. When he reached the split of her oozing sex, he thrust his tongue into her and lapped at her dripping twat, flicking his tongue upward against her hard clitoris. 

Emma came quickly, her brother's tongue driving her into a frenzy. When she recovered sufficiently to think clearly, she realised that Mark had pushed her knees back and was tonguing her anus. The sensation of having her brother's tongue probing her shithole sent her careering toward another crashing orgasm, only interrupted when Mark announced that he was close to shooting his load. With a deft movement, Emma slid down the length of the bed and took her brother's prick into her mouth, determined to swallow every drop of his jism. 

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Emma's secret relationship of mutual masturbation and oral sex with her brother continued until he left home to go to university, whereafter it continued but only irregularly. Funnily enough, her first experience of actual anal sex, actually being properly and blissfully buggered was thanks to Mark's girlfriend at University, Chloe, who told her one day how much they enjoyed anal sex together. 

Emma was visiting her brother and she had been swimming with his girlfriend while he was at a lecture. All trough the swim, what Chloe had told her about loving anal sex occupied her mind. Then later, in the changing rooms, as Chloe bent over to pull on her knickers Emma caught sight of her pouting vulva between her legs and, framed by her lovely round buttocks, her anus too. Like Emma, Chloe had thick, lustrous pubes which smothered her cunt and grew up to tease the rim of her anus. Emma felt a tingle in her pussy as she stared at the bushy sex of her brother's girlfriend and wished she could have fell on her from behind, lashing the other girl's cunt with her tongue before driving her tongue into the puckered core of her well-fucked anus. Of course, Emma and her brother Mark were no strangers to one another's bodies, having shared Mark's porno magazines and masturbated together. The first sperm she had tasted had been his, spurted from his over-excited prick after he had hungrily rimmed her itchy turd-hole, and for the second time later the same night as he had fucked her big teenage melons. Their sharing of dirty stories and pictures frequently led them to throw propriety to the wind and slake their lust with one another's naked bodies. Emma had already become a practiced sucker of cocks thanks to her hormone-fuelled brother and for his part Mark had gained a skill at cunnilingus that would make him a popular guy at college, but they had both always stopped short of penetration. Emma knew that Mark's cock was on the "large side" and she wondered how it could ever fit in Chloe's tiny puckered shithole. 

As they walked back from the swimming pool, beset by visions of Mark's big cock forcing it's way into Chloe's hairy anus, Emma asked Chloe about the mechanics of the act, whose reply shocked her somewhat. 

"Have you ever dumped a really huge turd?" she said with a wicked grin. 

"Well, yes, I suppose so," replied Emma, blushing madly. 

"And did it feel good? I mean, better than a small one?" Chloe continued, relishing Emma's discomfort. 

"Yeah, kind of," Emma replied, unsure if this was the right answer. 

"Well, if something that big can get out of your arse, then something that big can get in as well. By the way, have you got a boyfriend?"

"Yes," said Emma, thinking of Ian, a boy in her class who had taken her virginity six months before. She felt a slight wetness welling up in her cunt. They hadn't had sex for over a week and Emma was discovering that she was becoming ever so slightly addicted to being fucked. 

"Okay. Now, be honest. Does having his cock in your cunt feel very much better than having a damn good frig?" Chloe asked cooly; the first time Emma had ever heard another girl use the C-word. 

"Well, it's different, but not hugely better, no."

"Precisely. But when it comes to cock up your arse, the bigger the better. When Mark's cock is all the way up my bum I feel really packed full and kind of dirty and slutty, and that's why I like it," Chloe grinned mischieviously, "And besides, you can always loosen things up with a butt-plug."

"A what?" asked Emma, suddenly rather ashamed of her lack of knowledge. She was eighteen after all, but then Chloe was two years older and clearly very much more experienced. 

"Come on, I'll show you."

When they returned home, sex-talk turned to sex-act and Emma got her first real taste of lesbian sex. Emma loved it. Making love to girl was so different to with a boy. Another girl had all the same bits that she did. Another girl knew how to excite a girl's breasts, how roughly nipples need to be treated, how pussy should be eaten. Chloe was clearly no stranger to Sapphic delights and she guided her younger pupil carefully through the varieties of lesbian sex. To have watched them would have fulfilled the hottest fantasies of many men: two pretty young women naked and writhing on the bed that one of them shared with her boyfriend - the younger girl's brother; fingers exploring wet cunts and pinching hard nipples, tongues lashing horny young pussies and licking firm young titties. Then, later, the older girl would rim the younger girl and introduce her to the pleasures of the butt-plug, penetrating her anus for the first time. By the end of her session with Chloe, Emma knew two things: she had to buy herself a butt-plug and she had to get her arse fucked. 

The first was easy, Chloe offered to buy her one from the sex-shop. The latter was more difficult. There was no way that her boyfriend in those days, Ian, would oblige. The subject had come up once and he said that anal sex was the sickest thing he had heard of. She found herself thinking more and more about anal sex when she masturbated, her shithole clenching her new butt-plug and her fingers working her pulpy cunt as she imagined Mark buggering Chloe, but she despaired of finding a willing sodomiser to satisfy her own sudden need anytime soon. However, a few days after her tryst with Chloe, Emma found herself on all fours as her brother crouched behind her and licked her pussy, madly fisting his cock. Their sexual encounters were less common now that Mark was going out with Chloe, but when they took place they were no less horny as a result; perhaps they were even more passionate for being rarer. As he tongued her groove Emma whispered to him, asking him to lick her anus. Immediately he plunged his tongue into her shithole, covering it with his lips and french-kissing her itchy hole. His breathing became ragged and he spread his sister's buttocks to gain better access to her tight, brown hole, swirling his wet tongue around the puckered rim of her anus. 

"Fuck my arse Mark," she said quietly. Mark continued to eat her arsehole, only with even more gusto. Emma was worried he hadn't heard her. 

"I want you to bugger me Mark," she said more loudly, "I want you to break in my arse." At that Mark suddenly stopped rimming her cringing anus. 

"Fuck Emma, I love your arse," he panted. 

"So fuck it then Marky and make it yours," Emma replied, wiggling her bottom seductively at her brother, "Fuck your little sister's shitter and fill it with your come." The coarseness of her language surprised them both. For although Emma was an avid reader of porn stories and knew all the pornographic vocabulary they contained by heart, she rarely used such crude words herself. The effect of such filthy talk on Mark was immediate and cock-hardening and he reached for the lube. Besides, the sheer perversity of fucking his own sister's teenage arse was irresistible, and as for getting to pluck her brown cherry - well, that was one step beyond irresistible. He knelt behind her and lubed her shithole, first with one, then two well lubricated fingers. He was surprised at how quickly, for an anal virgin, her rubbery shit-ring relaxed around his gouging fingers, but then he didn't know about her long hours of exquisite practice with her butt-plug. Wildly frigging her cunt, Emma felt deliciously dirty: her own brother was shoving his fingers into the hole she used for shitting, and within a few moments he would be fucking her up there. She almost came with the pleasure of it. 

"Your cock," she panted hoarsely, "Give me your big cock. I want it up my arse Mark. So bad." As she said that she felt him pull his fingers out, leaving her rectum maddeningly empty, but almost immediately she felt the slippery tip of his penis butt against the still tight rim of her anus. Suddenly she felt her shithole burn as he pushed his bell-end into her arse, her ringpiece clamping tightly around the shaft as it slipped inside. Then, holding her buttocks apart and gazing lustfully at the sight of his glistening fuck-pole disappearing into her virgin brown hole, Mark began to edge forward, pushing more and more cock into Emma's shitter with each tiny, gentle thrust. Finally, when every inch of his fat tool was buried in Emma's behind, he leant forward to cup her teats and kissed her neck. His cock throbbed painfully hard in her rectum and he concentrated hard so as not to orgasm and fill her with sperm before he had buggered her properly. The fantasy of penetrating his teenage sister's virgin bottom had propelled him to thousands of intense orgasms from the time of that summer afternoon when he first spied on her as she masturbated, and now that fantasy was coming true. Slowly he moved his prick back and forth in the clutching sheath of his baby sister's arse. 

"Does that feel okay baby?" he asked. 

"It feels absolutely fucking wonderful," panted Emma, truthfully. She needed no more persuasion about the pleasures of having her butt fucked now. She was, in the words of the titles of one of her favourite adult novels, "Big Brother's Butt Slut."

Mark began to bugger his sister, slowly at first with shallow strokes, holding her buttocks apart so as to see better the delectable sight his cock being gripped by the rim of her slippery brown anus with each out-stroke. 

"Oh Mark," Emma sighed, "Fuck my virgin arse with your lovely big cock. Make me your anal slut."

She continued to masturbate her pussy, his hand joining hers in the effort. While she finger-fucked herself, Mark concentrated on her clit. The pleasurable sensations grew stronger, more difficult to resist. His prick fucked into her arse again and again, and she chewed her lips, enduring and enjoying. 

"Oh, you fucker!" she whined."Oh, you dirty fucker!" She writhed and swayed, she moaned and whimpered, and she came like a bitch in heat. She wasn't sure if she was coming in her arsehole, her pussy, or both. She only knew that it was the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. It seemed to last forever, building into new heights each time she thought it was ebbing. He'd poke her again, deeper, with his driving, arse-pounding cock, and she'd suck in her breath and find herself squealing out a fresh come. Her fingers were dripping as they kept up the pussy attack, and her clit was so sensitive under his fingers that she heard herself begging him to stop. He didn't stop. He fucked her. It was what she'd asked for, and it was what he gave her. Emma thrashed wildly on the bed, her body spastically out of control as her elder brother's huge prick ravaged her shit-tube until she could stand it no longer. Panting loudly, Emma collapsed on the bed like a rag-doll, Mark's slippery cock slipping from her back-passage with a slurp. Gently, Mark bent down to kiss her neck, his hard prick resting between Emma's sweat-slick buttocks. As Emma's naked body spasmed in the clutches of her climax, Mark pulled the cheeks of her arse wide open and gazed at her gaping anus, lowering his face into the sweaty crack between her buttocks and inhaling the rich scent of her plundered bottom. Weakly, Emma begged for his cock. With a single thrust Mark penetrated Emma's shitter and sodomised her with renewed vigour. Emma luxuriated in the pleasure of the orgasms that washed over her body and felt Mark come inside her bottom. To Mark's surprise he didn't lose his erection and was able to continue buggering his beautiful sister, unbelievably aroused by sensation of his knob slipping through the mass of his own semen in Emma's rectum. Overflowing with jism and lube, Emma's shit-tube slurped under the assault of her brother's hefty cock. She slapped her fanny with the palm of her hand, gasping as another orgasm took hold of her thrashing body. Suddenly Mark gasped too, and she knew that he was going to come again, that he was going to splatter her guts once more with the discharge of his jism. She thrust her arse back against him, engulfing his prick in her tight shitter, and she wiggled her arse from side to side, her shitting muscles milking hotly at his throbbing prick. 

"So this is what it's like!" she moaned from deep in her guts, the words forced out of her by the belly-busting force of her brother's long cock. And even as she spoke, his cock vibrated within her arsehole and began to spit out its load of jizz . . . 

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"You dirty sister-fucking cunt!" The words were pronounced slowly and deliberately by someone whom, in their incestuous buggery, Mark and Emma had not noticed watching them -- Chloe. She stood topless before them, her nipples stiff and puffy and her hand stuffed into her panties. 

"Baby, I can explain . . ." Mark began. 

"No need darling," Chloe leered, "That was the dirtiest fucking thing I've ever seen and it's made me damn horny. Now, what say you watch me lez it up with your sister here, and when we've made you big and hard again you can have another crack at her shitbox?"

Emma didn't have much time to consider it. Chloe was already lying beneath her, slurping at her cunt and sliding her tongue through Emma's hot dripping cunt-slit, while Mark was behind her, his spent cock lolling wetly against her thigh. He worked the edge of his hand up and down the crack of her arse, pressing in hard. She felt his knuckles against her shitter, and she gulped. Chloe thrust her face up into Emma's crotch. She snapped at the pussy-lips, humming as she nibbled them. She thrust her tongue straight into Emma's open cunt, spearing it deep and wiggling it like an eel inside her. Removing her tongue, she spread Emma's arse, baring her slack shitter. She kissed it, smacking her lips, then licked it until Emma began to shriek. Chloe pulled the arse cheeks wider, stretching the shit-hole far enough for her tongue to penetrate. She tongued her arse greedily, poking with her tongue. Emma whined and strained, fighting back a little but not really fighting. Each time she lurched forward, dragging her arse away from Chloe's tongue, she ended the motion by thrusting it right back the other way, straight into Chloe's hungry face. Emma felt her arsehole contract then dilate again as her brother's come belched and farted from her pullulating bottom into Chloe's sucking mouth. She felt very dirty, having her shitter licked by her brother's slutty girlfriend, but she also felt very, very good, and she was beginning to drool at the thought of having Mark's stiff cock rammed up her bottom again. 

"Oh, eat my shithole, you dirty bitch!" Emma moaned, squeezing her tits while she force-fed the thick sperm flooding her arsehole to Chloe. Then the licking was interrupted, and she felt the long thick weight of Mark's prick sliding through her crotch. It parted her meaty pussy-lips, stroked the wet slickness of her pussy-slit, the tip scraping back and forth over the hot bud of her aroused clit. Mark slid his cock back and forth, coating it in her ooze of fuck- juices, dripping thickly from her cunt. He pushed his cock-knob into her pussy, soaking it in Emma's wetness. 

"I'm going to fuck your shitter again, bitch," Mark sneered, "I'll bugger your slutty arse while my bird eats your hairy cunt."

The coarse tone of voice, the ugly, nasty words -- they thrilled her unbelievably. He was going to use her like a piece of meat, and she could not have been happier if he'd eaten her shit. 

"Fuck me!" she moaned."Fuck me in the arse!" Chloe was playing with Emma's pussy and arsehole, using her fingers to make Emma even more excited, if that was even possible. She pulled Emma's shitter open again, and this time she attacked it with her fingers, not her tongue. Emma bit her lip as Chloe corkscrewed the tip of first one finger, then another and another into her shitter, twisting them around and around as if she meant to drill her way straight into Emma's guts. The four fingers slammed into Emma's shitter, and she screamed. She was still new to this sort of love-play, but her tight arsehole was more than willing. It fitted snugly around Chloe's fingers, milking at the length of the bunched digits while they thrust in and out. Emma gasped and shivered, her arse lifting and falling. She held onto her tits very tightly, the nipples rigid and long between her squeezing fingers. It was a toss-up which was harder -- the bones in the fingers or the stiff palpitating points of her nipples. 

"I think she's ready, babe!" Chloe panted, easing her fingers out of Emma's tortured anus. The muscles clenched at them, reluctant to let go."Now fuck her! Fuck her arsehole with that big sister-fucking cock of yours, baby! Let me see you fuck her where she shits!" She stretched out again, teasing Emma's cunt with her sexed-up fingers. From time to time she would lick upward, tickling the clit or molesting the drippy-wet cunt-lips. But the main action was going to take place a little further back, and Emma trembled, waiting for Mark to fill her with his big stiff prick. He was behind her, on his knees, and she could feel the heat of his body even though he wasn't touching her, except now and then when his stiff cock bumped against her trembling arse. Chloe's tongue was all over her cunt, her clit, and she was about to crawl out of her tingling skin. 

"Oh, fuck you," she said throatily."Will you fuck me? I can't stand the suspense!" He took her at her word. The head of his cock suddenly poised itself against her shitter, and he shoved, testing the waters. The huge, pointy tip of his cock entered her shit-hole with almost ridiculous ease, nosing its way into Emma's taut arsehole. And then he shoved, a bit harder, and the shaft of his cock pushed itself through her snug arse-ring. Emma shrieked. She'd had him up her arse once already, but it wasn't quite as easy as she expected the second time to be. She could feel every pulsation in Mark's cock as he continued to slowly fuck his cock in. He wasn't trying to bust her arse, but he was determined to accept the shit-hole she had offered him. Chloe's wet tongue made the discomfort a lot easier to bear. Chloe kept on licking. Emma remembered how wild it felt to have another girl's tongue on her pussy -- inside her pussy -- licking her inside-out. It was so much different from the way boys ate cunt, and as she enjoyed the frisky slurps and licks and kisses, she could feel an orgasm boiling in her bloodstream. 




What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Ch. 07



"Uhhhh!" Mark grunted, thrusting the full length of his cock into Emma's shitter. She rocked and rolled her arse against him, absorbing the feel of his cock, the incredibly stuffed sensation of being totally full of him. He pulled back, and it felt like he was yanking her guts out along with his retreating cock. He pulled maybe half his cock out of Emma, and then he shoved it straight into her. He began to hump his sister's dirtbox with violent, passionate strokes. 

"Oh, fucking shit, that's so good Mark. Fuck my horny shithole!" she growled."Fuck the shit out of me, ream your sister's guts. Don't stop!" He didn't stop. Neither did Chloe. She seemed to have a definite pussy fixation, eating her way thirstily into Emma's cunt, using her fingers up the hot wet hole while she nibbled and sucked the clit. Emma heard Mark grunt, and somehow she knew Chloe was also tonguing his cock as it fucked in and out of her arse. Emma looked down. She was staring into Chloe's crotch. Her legs were open, and the wet slick pink of her cunt was showing, the lips parted as if they wanted to be kissed, little beads of moisture oozing slowly from within her body. Emma lowered her face and started to lick Chloe's belly, her tongue edging downward to the cunt itself. The smell of pussy filled her nostrils, and saliva filled her mouth. She slobbered her drool onto Chloe's hairy crotch and began to massage it into the flesh with her lapping tongue. Mark kept fucking her arse with his cock. He was fat and lustful, and she was tight and cock-full. He was fucking her in deep strokes that jolted and jarred her entire body and made her arse spasm in response. The cock reamed her tight arse, fucking mercilessly as Mark got into the thrill of fucking her arse, and there was not a thing she could do about it except take it. Emma was learning things about herself that she had never before guessed. The filthiness and perversity of being fucked up the arse were turning her on like crazy. Her elder brother was fucking her like a slut and she loved it. His cock cared only about its own pleasure, the sweet hot tightness of being crammed up her arsehole. And she was wiggling and writhing and urging him with the gyrations of her body to keep on fucking her just that way. Even more wild, she was nose-deep in Chloe's pussy, lapping the sticky crack and sliding her tongue into it for a more lingering taste of her cunt-cream, and her tongue tingled and burned with a growing urgency, a blistering frenzy of arousal. Her own cunt was full of Chloe's tongue, and she knew that she was coating it with a big helping of her fuck-juices. Emma's clit twitched and vibrated under the attack of Chloe's fingers, and she licked at Chloe's engorged pink button too, feeling within herself each spurt of pleasure that her tongue gave to Chloe. Mark kept his cock busy, but Emma's arsehole was enlarging now, accommodating itself to the fatness that filled her. He could get almost a full stroke, and he was taking advantage of it. His cock emerged from her shitter, only the knob still wedged within her tight arse-ring, and he plunged home with a driving downstroke that made Emma scream into Chloe's pussy. 

"Oh, fuck me!" she moaned, her head shaking so frenetically she could hardly find the time to lick Chloe's cunt."Fuck my arse with your big hard cock!" She spread Chloe's cunt wide, exposing the carnation-pink of the interior, eating it with her eyes as well as her tongue. There was something truly beautiful and mysterious about the texture of the pussy that filled her gaze. The slickness of the flesh tempted her tongue. She fucked through with her tongue, pushing it deep into Chloe, relishing the funky cunt-taste that she found within. She drew her tongue out and dribbled the juices onto Chloe's hard clit, feeling it throb beneath the caresses of her tongue. Her anal tightness yielded dramatically as Mark's prick fucked in and out of her shit-chute. She was still a snug fit around the swollen barrel of his cock, but he penetrated her again and again with virtually no problem. He worked her legs as he fucked her, sliding her slick thighs around his body and squeezing them around himself. It made her arse clench even more tightly on his cock, and the enhanced sensations made Emma whimper and shriek. She felt the unmistakable tremors of orgasm shooting through Chloe's pussy. Emma began to lick faster. She was aware of the action in her arse, but it took a back seat for now to the struggle to get Chloe off. She tongued the girl's pussy, poking in and out, worshipping the other girl's clit. Chloe bounced and shook and moaned. Her body was so frantic that she drove Emma upward again and again, each convulsion making Emma bang more hotly into the cock that plugged her arse. Chloe wasn't doing much cunt-eating right now, but that was okay. Mark's cock was providing all the stimulation Emma could handle. She drank the juices that oozed from Chloe's fuck-hole, and she tongued into her cunt, hungry for more. Beneath her, Chloe was moaning. 

"Oooooohhhh, I'm commmmming!" she squealed."Make me squirt, baby! Lick that hairy cunt! Eat my clit! Mmmmmmm, get me offfffff!" Mark yanked his cock out of Emma's arsehole and shoved it straight into Chloe's mouth. She sucked at it, gagging as it went too deep, but she didn't stop sucking, and Mark gave her three or four heartfelt thrusts before he freed his cock from her lips and slammed it up Emma's shitter once more. The sensation of having him inside her again was all that Emma needed. Her head jerked upward. 

"Oh, you bastard!" she shrieked,"You're making me commmmme!"

Mark kept fucking Emma, and she screamed with each thrust. Chloe had a finger or two up her pussy, and Emma squirmed back and forth, alternately impaling herself on the cock and the digits. She was holding a tit with one hand, Chloe's cunt with the other, and she shuddered as her arsehole refilled, time after time, with the horny stabs of Mark's prick. 

"I'm gonna come!" Mark panted from behind her. Emma was in the throes of a big orgasm, but she couldn't miss his words, and she jerked forward desperately, disengaging her arse from his prick. Turning around, she saw him already shoving his prick into Chloe's mouth. 

"Don't be so greedy, you slag!" she gasped, throwing herself down upon her sweat-soaked body. Her tits lay full and firm upon Chloe's, and her pussy was shoved against her crotch, their matted sweaty pubes mashing together. She forced her to release Mark's prick, and she sucked it into her own lips, pursing them around the thick throbbing shaft as she took it in. She sucked wildly, crazily, gnawing and pressuring his cock, relishing the flavour of her own back-passage. Chloe was moaning and scratching and whining, and Emma allowed her another suck or two before she took it back into her own mouth. Her mouth watered as she watched Chloe sucking, and then it would be her turn, and she took him in greedily, until the unspoken plea in Chloe's brown eyes inspired her to share. Her body still tingled from her orgasm, and the constant rubbing of her pussy against Chloe's kept her fires blazing high. She wolfed the cock, surrendering it reluctantly, waiting for the moment it would enter her mouth once more. Mark's balls hung in Chloe's eyes. It wasn't a great angle for Chloe to suck from, but it was a perfect shot for Mark's tool into Emma's mouth, and she took advantage of it. Her tongue caressed him whorishly, licking the hot hard shaft of cock as he thrust in and out. 

He had his eyes shut, and his prick was trembling spasmodically as it worked in and out of their mouths. Emma tasted the jizz already oozing from his knob, and she sucked more desperately, anxious for him to empty his balls down her throat. 

"Give me some!" Chloe gasped, grabbing for his cock. Emma moaned in disgust as she had to release it, and she watched Chloe suck the knob into her mouth, closing her lips tightly around it. She made a kissy-face at Emma, gurgling as she sucked the end of Mark's prick. Her tongue was working feverishly, to judge from the way her cheeks jiggled. She rolled her eyes in delight and she kept on sucking. Emma stroked his cock-shaft up and down while Chloe nursed his prick-knob. Chloe made gulping sounds of pleasure and gluttony, and then her mouth opened wide and the cock came bouncing out, slapping Emma in the face. As it touched her nose, it started to squirt. 

"Yes!" Mark shouted."Oh, eat my cum, you fucking whores!" He came in a huge gush, the jizz boiling out of his balls. It splattered both girls' faces. Emma was still holding him as she sucked noisily on the shaft, milking out his load. Then the girls kissed, licking one another, drinking the cum that puddled on their skin. Emma got the end of his prick between her lips and took his last squirt square on the tongue, savouring the slime as it oozed down her throat. Then she bent down and resumed lapping the spilled-out jizz from Chloe's face. 

Entirely exhausted by the experience, Mark lay back on the bed and watched the unbelievably hot scene before him: two sexy girls -- one of them his girlfriend, the other his teenage sister -- kissing and caressing one another's naked bodies as they basked in the afterglow of orgasm, their big, juicy breasts squashed together, wet, hairy pussies locked together in some kind of vaginal French kiss, tongues duelling in their spunk-filled mouths as hands fondled, caressed and pinched. It was the kind of scene that would have made him instantly hard had he not just fucked his sister's arse twice in the last hour. 

"So Mark," Chloe asked her boyfriend, breaking off her passionate snog with his younger sister, "Do you think you're up to giving me one up the chuff now?"

"Oh baby," Mark moaned weakly, "I want to, but I'm so shagged out, I don't think I can get a boner again."

"Well Emma," Chloe turned to the girl in her arms, "Looks like you and I will have to make him hard. Let's show him how dirty we can be."

"Okay," Emma began, "But I need to loo first."

"Fine, let's go," Chloe replied, leading her by the hand to the bathroom. When they arrived, Emma was not sure what to make of the situation. She was standing naked in the bathroom with Chloe and Mark waiting expectantly. 

"You're not going to watch me pee are you?"

"Darling," Chloe smiled, "Even better. You're going to pee all over me, all over my tits."

"Oh my God!" Emma exclaimed, clasping her hand to her mouth in shock, "That's so rude!"

"No," Chloe said quietly, "You have just been sodomised by your own brother and then I sucked his spunk from your bottom. That's what I call rude." Emma couldn't really argue with that and she followed Chloe's lead as she was led to the bath. Chloe reclined in the bath and Emma stood over her, facing her. 

"Mmmm, doesn't your sister have a lovely bushy cunt?" Chloe cooed to her boyfriend, "Don't you want to see that delicious fanny squirting hot, salty piss all over my baps?"

"Oh fuck yes," Mark gasped, "Piss all over her slutty jugs Emma, she fucking loves that." Mark climbed into the bath behind his sister and reached around to cup her firm tits, pinching her stiff brown nipples hard as he kissed her neck and urged her on with whispered obscenities. Emma felt her legs wobble like jelly and was grateful for her brother's support. Chloe grasped her large bosoms in her hands and held them up towards Emma's crotch, waiting for the piss to spatter them. Parting her meaty cunt-flaps, Emma took a deep breath and relaxed, letting a hot stream of golden urine squirt over her Chloe's tits. Chloe gave a throaty moan of delight and began to squeeze and knead her beautiful jugs in the piss that shot from Emma's furry cunt, letting it run down her belly and soak her cunt. Then suddenly she leaned forward and covered Emma's pissing cunt with her mouth, tonguing the cleft of Emma's sodden sex and gulping down the pee that filled her mouth. 

Emma felt excitement and horror in equal measure as Chloe greedily swallowed her piss, managing to stimulate her sopping cunt with her tongue at the same time, but at that point there was nothing she could do to stem the flow. 

Gradually, the spurting stream declined to a trickle and stopped, Chloe digging into her piss-wet cunt with her tongue as if trying to swallow every last drop of Emma's golden nectar. The girls kissed and Emma tasted her own urine in Chloe's mouth before ducking down to lap at her wet, salty tits. 

Chloe positioned herself so that she was sitting on the edge of the large bathtub and Emma knelt before her. She felt Mark pushing her head downwards towards his girlfriend's fanny. She needed little prompting, and buried her face in the older girl's bush and began to eat her, savouring the delicious cocktail of Chloe's fuck-cream and her own pee. Chloe grasped her heaving jugs and with a shudder began pissing into the mouth of her young protegee. Emma's mouth filled immediately with hot, tasty pee. She swallowed as fast as she can, the remainder of the piss that bubbled and fizzed from Chloe's cunt running down her chin to drip from her tits. 

As Emma greedily gulped down as much of Chloe's steaming pee as she could she felt Chloe bend forward, grasp her buttocks and pull them apart. No sooner had she down so, Emma felt something hot and wet splash against her shithole. With a surge of pleasure in her cunt, she realised that her brother was pissing on her butt, directing the stinging jet onto the exposed pucker of her anus. Chloe's cunt yielded a final few drops of tasty pee which Emma licked from her vadge, but Mark continued to hose down her bottom, directing the stream downwards to soak her twat with his piss. 

After a steamy shower during which the three young lovers carefully soaped one another's bodies, they returned to the bedroom that Mark and Chloe shared. Chloe went to her dressing table and rifled in a drawer, returning with a pump dispenser of silicon lube and a large dildo. The dildo was black and sleek, with a strange curve to it. It didn't look much like a real penis and Chloe explained that it was a special anal dildo designed to give maximum pleasure in the rectum. Chloe slotted the dildo into a leather harness and together with Mark she fitted it to Emma's hips. The dildo had a protruding based which was embedded in Emma's cunt as the dildo harness was put on her, and the harness itself had a integrated buttplug which filled her bottom. Just wearing the thing was a pleasure in itself, but Emma had a feeling that she was supposed to be doing something with it. 

She only realised what that was when she noticed Mark on all fours on the bed, his knees drawn up to his chest and splayed open so that his tight, muscular buns hung over the edge of the bed. He reached down and spread his buttcheeks and, reading this as an invitation, Emma knelt behind her brother and began to rim his tiny puckered rosehole. It excited her that his arsehole could taste so clean and soapy but at the same time so hot and masculine. Emma rimmed her brother more intimately than ever before, trying to push her tongue up into his rectum as he thrust his firm muscular buns backwards at her. 

Chloe came between them and started to lube her boyfriend's anus and Emma's strap-on cock. Emma watched in amazement as Chloe's nimble fingers rubbed a dollop of silicone lube into her boyfriend's dark puckered shithole and she realised that strap-on dildo was intended for him, not Chloe as she first imagined. Mark's butthole yielded quickly to his girlfriend's expert ministrations and within a minute or so his rubbery shit-ring was gripping two of Chloe's greasy fingers. 

The next stage of Emma's anal initiation had arrived and she stood behind her brother's arse and pressed the greasy tip of the dildo against the lewdly bulging knot of her brother's shithole. Emma was not entirely sure what to do next, but Mark took the lead, pushing his butt backwards onto her dildo until the whole seven inches was buried in his shit-chute. 

"Oh fuck yeah!" Mark bellowed, fisting his hardening cock, "That feels so fucking good."

Emma only then realised what Chloe had meant when she had told Emma that they both enjoyed anal sex; her brother liked having his butt fucked too. Grasping his slim hairy hips, Emma began to thrust into his well greased shitter, buggering her brother as Chloe watched them intently, frigging herself. The sensation was extraordinary; she was fucking his arse, but with a phallus that was not hers. However, every time she rammed his guts the part of the dildo inside her pussy was pushed further inside her. 

"Fuck him hard," Chloe urged her, "He loves it hard up his shitter. Oh yeah, that's it, fuck his cunt."

Emma lost count of time as she sodomised her elder brother, encouraged by Chloe's filthy talk, but eventually Mark told her that if she fucked him any more he would come. She pulled the toy from his hairy butt with a slurp and unbuckled the harness, desperate to access her dripping fanny with her fingers. She sat in an armchair, hooking her legs over the arms, relishing the feeling of the butt-plug in her shitter and her fingers in her cunt as she watched what Mark and Chloe would do next. 

Chloe informed her that she was about to witness the ultimate in butt-sex. She assumed the position that Mark had been in, her bottom pushed out, her back arched, breasts crushed against the bed. Mark knelt behind her, his cock once again massively hard and dripping pre-come onto the carpet in long viscous strings. He covered his entire hand with lube, like a surgeon scrubbing up. Then, after rimming his girlfriend's fur-choked shithole he began to finger her tight brown pucker. 

Mark plunged one of his lube coated fingers into her arsehole, which was pleading to be plundered. When he put his second finger in, Chloe could feel her sphincter begin to relax, lubricated by the jelly and her own juices. When his third finger plunged into the inner sanctum of her rectum, her clit actually started to tremble. Easing his fourth digit in, Mark began swirling his fingers deeper into her dirt tunnel. Chloe didn't feel any pain, just felt intense ecstasy. It was as if the sensitive nerve endings of her anus were singing out in joy! Chloe was moaning like a bitch in heat as Mark rotated his bunched fingers inside her rectum, pushing forward all the time. Chloe uncapped a small brown bottom and sniffed deeply from it, then looked over her shoulder and nodded meaningfully at her lover. With his other hand Mark slapped Chloe's buttock hard and pushed his hand forward so that his knuckles entered her back-passage. When Mark finally squeezed his thumb into her arsehole, and all five fingers danced around inside her most intimate of orifices, a great emotion seized her entire body. 

"More! Shove your fist all the way in!" Chloe yelled. 

Mark, caught up in the moment, did just that. Chloe could feel her anus opening to accommodate his entire fist. Her bowels sucked up Mark's hand like a giant vacuum. He pushed his arm in and out of her shit passage. Mark, too, had become excited; his breathing was heavy and laboured. As for her, Chloe was past the point of no return. her orgasm started somewhere in her intestines, gathering momentum until her clit vibrated and her pussy felt as if it was going to burst! Chloe came, and came, and almost fainted with pleasure. Mark fisted her throughout her climax then withdrew his fist, glistening with lube and flecks of shit, and began to pump his huge boner. 

Lying on her back, Chloe drew her knees up towards her breasts and offered her gaping shithole to her boyfriend who trust his cock into her impossibly stretched shit-pit in one violent stroke. Emma knelt close to the action so she could see her brother's fat cock pump in and out of Chloe's abused shithole. Amazingly, given her recent fisting, Chloe's anus gripped the invading prick, shit and lube frothing around its base. As he buggered her, Mark grasped her tits, pinching her nips hard before slapping the wobbling flesh of her bosoms. That seemed to send Chloe over the edge and she began to climax, grunting and mewing at first but finally coming so hard that no sound came from her throat, just a silent scream of ecstasy as she trashed around on the bed as she enjoyed the sodomy of her shit-tube and the torture of her jugs.