0 comments/ 1704 views/ 0 favorites Jazz Jones By: anonymous3 My name is Nolan. This story is fictional. Events portrayed did not occur. Working in New York City, I had been spending a lot of my free time in a jazz club not far from the office I worked in, proofing advertisements. I was not necessarily a dedicated jazz fan, but most of the time it was hard to ignore the sounds one could hear on the street if it was quiet enough. There was no arguing with the sounds of a good saxophone. And tonight, work done, sitting in the club again, the saxophone had drawn me back. And admittedly, the saxophone player was a woman, so there was that draw. But she was also undeniably talented. The sax had appealed to me for several years; not because I wanted to play it, but because I could appreciate the talent of someone who could play. And lady saxophone was not hard to look at, either. She was a brunette, who usually wore her hair in a great-looking knot at the back of her head, with a small lock of it drooping to rest high on her forehead. She was tall and very fit, probably around six-two flat-footed. She had brown eyes, another feature I could stare at forever. She was probably in her early forties. I myself was thirty-five. Generally she was standing while she played, and wore sensible tennis shoes. Her legs were long. She had a nice butt, maybe a touch bigger than average for someone as fit as she was. She had healthy C-cup breasts. She almost always wore jeans, and a selection of button-down blouses in multiple colors. I had been coming in here long enough that we new each other by sight; she knew my name because occasionally I saw someone here that I knew who would call me by name loudly enough for her to hear it. I did not know her name. After 30 minutes, she wrapped her set. She was accompanied by a guy on trumpet and another woman, African-American, on bass. The woman's skin was a little darker than caramel, and she favored jeans and polo shirts. She was heavy and carrying a lot in a very round, fairly wide ass. I tended to like a lot of caboose, but I could appreciate a fit, beautiful woman as much as the next guy. She was probably five eight. She had big knockers, probably easily in the D range. Her hair was jet black, falling straight to just below her shoulders. I pegged her around 40, but looking younger. All three of them complemented each other, as a musical group. The trumpet was first to finish packing. He turned and waved farewell to the moderate number of patrons sitting at the tables arranged across the floor in front of the stage, all the way to the back wall. The bassist was next to pack up, and I eyed her ass as she moved and bent over in preparing to case her instrument. Look at that ass, I thought. The bass lady stepped off the stage and sat at a table a couple feet from mine, after placing her instrument down carefully. She smiled, her teeth straight and well cared for. We didn't know each other by name, but we did by sight. Most of the other patrons had cleared out by now. I continued to watch Miss Saxophone, stealing brief eyefuls of her lovely figure and somewhat outsized rump. "She's pretty hot, right?" the bass lady noted. "She is," I replied. "And very talented. Gifted might also be a good description," I noted. "Your fingers work that bass real well," I added. "Both of us been at it about twenty years, playin' to add to our regular day job dollars for about ten. We're pediatric nurses," she added. She abruptly changed topics. "I see you gawk at her." "She's gorgeous," I repeated. "I know you stare at her ass," the base lady pointed out. "Yes. If she ever accuses me, I'll tell her I was 'admiring her derriere,'" I said. "You stare at mine, too?" she asked. Right to the point, I noted to myself. Out loud, I said, "Often enough. " "Mmm-hmmm. Why?" she asked bluntly. Her voice was mellow and still had a youthful timbre. I told her I liked a healthy rump as much as a fit one. "At least you're honest," she said. "I'm Jade," she added. "And to be honest, small men turn me on. Most of the time, it tends to be white men, even though I'm black. I will admit you're not bad looking." We shook hands. "Nice to meet you, Jade. Like I said, I like your bass first, and your ass a close second," I joked. "I'm Nolan," I said. With both of us standing, and only three of us in the main club area, Jade pulled me closer, into a hug. "Yeah. Mommy like," she decided. "I need the little girls' room. You want to keep me company?" she asked. "You into that?" I asked. "I think I might like having you around," she noted. "As long as we're being all open and honest and shit." Kind of weird, but what the hell. So was liking big butts, staring openly, and one other thing that turned me on, best not shared in public. She signaled to the sax player and the two of us walked to the back of the club and down a short hall. We stopped at the women's restroom door, and Jade stuck her head in. She leaned back out and took my hand. "All clear," she declared. So in we went. Jade opted for the handicap accessible stall. She entered and I followed. The door closed and the latch slid into place. Jade turned her back and dropped her jeans and panties, and I saw her huge, rounded set of cheeks. My mouth fell open. She turned to get my reaction. She laughed quietly. I took a step and tried to lean into her ass. "Not here," she said. "The sax lady, Alex, and I are neighbors. I promise you can enjoy my ass later. You can come home with us. Did you drive here?" she asked. "No, I walked," I said. "I don't live far." "Alex and I are about 10 minutes from here. One of us will drive you," she noted again. Jade turned and sat. "Are you sprung right now?" "Yeah," I said. She reached out and groped my crotch. "Damn. Drop your pants and boxers. Then if you blow, you won't have a huge mess," Jade suggested. I did so. "You want to just sit?" she asked, as I heard her piss hard into the toilet. I moved carefully and eased myself down. "You're about done anyhow," I noted. "Well, I'm gonna have to shit," she noted bluntly. I startled hard. "Relax, okay? You can stay. It's fine. I want some up close and personal time anyway. Even if we are in a bathroom stall together," she added. As soon as my butt hit her flabby thighs, my erection became permanent, probably at least until we left the bathroom. Jade leaned forward slightly and looped her hands around my front. Without preamble, I felt her take an immense breath. As she exhaled, I felt her trigger a strong push. Then she backed off and pushed more carefully. "There it comes," she declared. I felt her push gently for another several seconds, and then she eased away and dropped her hands. No gas or anything. Not even very noticeable odor. Just a long push and done. I stood and moved. I asked if I should leave the stall, and Jade gave her okay as she stood and prepared to wipe. I put myself together, noting that I had managed not to blow my load despite a fierce hard-on. I exited. There stood Alex, carrying her saxophone. The toilet flushed. Jade exited and washed her hands. Alex was apparently determined to be as blunt as Jade. "I understand you two were in here together. But...you went in the stall together?" She arched an eyebrow like Dwayne Johnson in his WWE days. "Baby, you know how it is with me and the small fellas," Jade said. "Nolan here sat on my lap while I did the deed," she clarified. "I liked it." Alex's jaw dropped. "Shit, Alex, we're all a little weird in our own way. Tell Nolan about your jones. You might as well. You were gonna kidnap him tonight anyways," Jade finished. "Thanks for putting me on the spot, Jade." Alex blew a long breath. "Fuck," she added quietly. "What?" I prompted carefully. "It's kinda fuckin' crazy," Alex said, eyeing me carefully. She stepped forward and leaned to whisper in my ear. "You been comin' here awhile. That limp you got kinda turns me on. Plus you're not bad looking," she finished. "Does 'kinda turns me on' actually mean more like, 'a lot'?" I asked. "Yeah," Alex said. "And I'm embarrassed right now." "Well, I stare at you a lot when I'm here," I admitted. "But you were going to kidnap me because of your jones?" "That was just an expression I used. But now, it's been raining hard for ten minutes. If you walked, you might as well take a ride with one of us," Alex told me. With that, she asked me to watch her instrument and stepped past me to one of the four standard toilet stalls. She finished her business, washed her hands, reclaimed her sax, and led us all out. We beelined to the door. Alex told me to wait under the awning. She and Jade swung umbrellas and headed to the side lot for their vehicles. Jade pulled out in a late 2000's Honda Pilot and waved at me as she headed down the street. Alex pulled to the curb two minutes later in a brand-new Jeep Renegade Latitude 4-wheel-drive. Sweet, I thought. I dashed out, grabbed the door, and slid myself into the vehicle as quickly as I could manage. I buckled in and off we went. "Thanks for giving me a lift back," I said. "You're welcome. But because I'm weird, you're not going home," Alex informed me. "If I have to stay with you all weekend, I have none of the basics," I noted. "We'll just have to stop and pick stuff up," Alex noted. "You're not broke, right?" she asked. "Not broke," I confirmed. So we detoured from the route to her house and I picked up a couple sets of clean clothes and the basics; shampoo, soap, toothbrush and toothpaste, boxers and socks. I returned and dashed for the little SUV again. When I was in and secure, I said, "No idea why I agreed to this." "Please. I feel you watching me," Alex said, laying things bare once again. She piloted the little Jeep through moderate traffic, then into a suburb, a middle-scale neighborhood that was nice but average. She slowed to make the turn to her driveway, and hit the electric opener for the garage. The SUV stopped, the ignition died, and the seatbelts disappeared. We piled out. Alex unlocked the garage entry to the house, and in we went. We were in the kitchen. A big archway divided it from the living room directly in front of me. I lost my shoes and proceeded to get the lay of the land. I took a left around the arch and discovered an inner hall with a closet, a bathroom, and two medium-sized bedrooms. The place was a single-story ranch, like my own house, so this layout was it. I peeked into the first bedroom and noted it was hers. I took my bag of essentials to the other bedroom and then moved my personal care stuff neatly to a corner stand behind the door of the bathroom. I returned to the living room and sat myself at the end of the couch opposite Alex. "So since you nabbed me, you must have a little more planned out," I guessed. "I do," Alex told me. She took a deep breath. "I'd really like to take you to bed tonight, tomorrow night, and some afternoon sex before you leave on Sunday." (This was Friday). "And," she added, "I want to know about this thing with Jade and the bathroom." She pointed a finger. "You don't get to dodge or beg off, either." "I like your Jeep," I said. She grabbed a stuffed panda from another chair and carefully yanked me over so she could beat me across the back with it. I covered up and mock-begged for mercy. "Do you want to know about the bathroom thing right now?" I asked. "You might like just getting it over with," Alex pointed out. "Are you going to hate me after I explain it?" "Probably not," she admitted. "I think Jade was right. We're all weird. But if I'm screwing you, I like to understand the things those I sleep with enjoy, from a sexual standpoint, ordinary or not." My turn for the deep breath. "First off, I like ass. I have no problem with a shapely one, but big ones turn me on more and are more of a draw. I've come to notice this in the last few years. Not sure what triggered it. "Secondly, I've gotten turned on by women and their bathroom activities. Watching a lady take a good piss is erotic. For awhile, it was fit, pretty women. Then I started thinking about having them pee on me, the proverbial 'golden shower.' Then, anytime I saw a woman I thought was attractive, I morphed into wondering what it was like when she shit. Watching, or sitting with her on the toilet was good for an instant hard-on, in my fantasies.. Then I started fantasizing about letting women shit on me. Watching a woman take a dump is erotic. Watching it come out, looking at the size. Having it come to rest on my physical person. The bigger the better. "Then, because big turds were a turn on, I started thinking a lot about heavy women, because they had big butts, and there's an ongoing myth in my mind that big women can shit big turds, more so than fit or skinny women." That was it. My whole spiel, laid bare. Alex had been basically staring at me the entire time, probably about five minutes. But it wasn't a hostile look. She was absorbing what I was saying. "So, any woman you saw that didn't qualify was ugly, was dropped into your fantasy world. Does normal sex turn you on?" "Yeah. It might take longer for things to respond, but an attractive woman is attractive, plain and simple," I said. "So why Jade?" You confess to her too?" "No. She introduced herself. She saw me watching you while our encounter was happening, and she knew I was behaving like a regular guy. I told her I had a penchant for big butts. Then she admits she's drawn to small-statured men. Me. Then she's hugging me, asking me if I want to keep her company because she needs the restroom. She tells me she might like having me around while she does her business. "So, in we go, the handicap stall. She drops her drawers and panties and her dark-caramel ass is there in all it's round, flabby, soft glory. She caught my stare before she sat down to pee. She invited me to her lap. I accepted. She shit. I got a look, and it was a big, foot-long log of a turd." "I know about poop fetish," Alex said to me. "But it's still kinda weird, like my attraction to physical disabilities, I guess. I suppose I ended up in your brown fantasies too?" "I've had dreams," I admitted. Alex beckoned me over. She spread her legs, turned me, and slid me carefully into the small opening. "Don't use the panda again," I said. Alex leaned forward and sucked wetly at my neck. "Be careful what you wish for," I heard in my ear. Her tongue flicked out over my lobe, and I shivered hard, the kind that are all in your shoulder blades that just happen. Alex laughed. "You just had a sex shiver," she informed me. She clamped her legs into me gently. She took a breath, and then I heard a loud raspberry rumble, muffled in the couch cushion. "If you want to shit with me and everything, I will fuck you as often as I please. I will do whatever I see fit during that fabulous sex. You have to give me that in return for my being willing to bathroom-work you. I will not abuse you or hurt you, but I own you while we're engaged in any activity. When we need cleanup, I will probably ask Jade, since she seems to have a deeper open-mindedness than I think I might." We sat there and I twisted so I was looking into her face. "I think we have an understanding," she said. Her eyes softened. "I want to know how much I turn you on. I want to give you a lay and make you want me. I want to fuck you silly and see where it gets me in terms of enjoyment." "Alex, you gorgeous bombshell, I'll let you do almost anything to me," I admitted. "All right, Nolan." I leaned over and turned myself to face her. I wrapped my arms around her and put my head on her shoulder, next to her ear. "Damn, Alex, you're lovely," I said quietly. She pressed herself into me, and I felt her holding me. Then I heard her give a long sniffle. She leaned away, and I saw big tears on her lower eyelids. "I get to give a gimpy friend a good lay. Hopefully it doesn't go to hell." "Alex, you could be a God-awful lay, and I wouldn't care, because you're a nice lady with a bombshell body. It's enough for me to get to touch you, or be touched, or be be near you, once every five minutes. It's late, so let's get to bed." We brushed our teeth. When we were making our way to the bedrooms, Alex led me gently in with her. She turned away as we stood by the bed, and she backed her ass toward me, pushing gently, but kept my arm at her waist so I didn't fall. She turned on her wicked grin, and stripped to her panties and hit the sheets. I stripped to my boxers, and followed. She turned and gave me doe-eyes again. "Good hands. I promise," she said, launching that smile that melted my insides so everything pooled in my belly. She kissed me gently on the forehead and turned out the light. She spooned, and I took a whole five minutes to fall asleep. I came out of a stupor around 2 AM. Alex was still nestled behind me, one arm draped over me and her head dropping forward onto my shoulder. She was awake. "I'm ready for a lay," she informed me. "At 2 AM?" I complained. "What are the rules?" she reminded me. I repeated verbatim, 'I will fuck you as often as I see fit. I will do whatever I want during that fabulous sex.' "This is covered by the 'as often as I see fit' part," she confirmed. She got off the bed and returned with a bottle of mouthwash, which we both used. I sprawled on my back. "Damn right I'm on top," Alex declared. She peeled her panties off and launched them across the room. She tugged my boxers off. I was already hard enough for her to apply a condom, and she lubed it carefully. Without further delay, she spread her legs to straddle me, and guided me slowly into her pussy. I gasped at the heat of being deep inside her right off the bat. "You good?" Alex asked. "Yeah," I panted, exhaling hard. "It's a weird feeling. Fast or slow?" "I think slow is the order of the moment," Alex decided. So she started a slow up-down grind that was all hips. In a matter of a few minutes, I was already breathing hard and groaning. "Alex, you keep doing that, I'm going to come," I noted. She laughed hysterically. "That happens when you have sex, man," she said. She returned to her slow pumping technique. Within thirty seconds I exploded into the love glove. I wrapped my arms around Alex's upper back. She pumped deeper. "Yeah, deep pussy massage," she breathed. Her pussy had slackened to easily accept the size of my member. She continued to ride me as deeply as she could go. Then she stopped, shoved her vagina up over my torso, and grunted while she made a lake of sex on my belly. Alex collapsed and shook for thirty seconds. She righted herself, re-inserted my dick, and rode some more. Three minutes passed as Alex continued to work me over. She pulled away again, and waited until she squirted me again. She collapsed and shook, twice as long this time. "Jesus, woman, you're making a mess," I pointed out. She lifted herself off me, stuck out her tongue, and licked a swath along my stomach. Her tongue disappeared into her mouth, and she swallowed. "One more heavy duty squirt," she decided. She worked her hips madly, but was careful not to hurt me. I came again at the sensation of her warm pussy rubbing along my cock. Alex pulled out, slid up. I watched her face contort before she let loose. She looked absolutely pissed at the world for several seconds. Her mouth opened, and I thought about covering my ears. But a long masculine grunt rolled out of her throat, as she sprayed me one last time. Ever mindful of accidentally hurting me, it seemed, she eased sideways and dropped back to the bed. She slid back toward me. She was breathing like a puffing steam engine, long and deep, shaking like she'd spent the night in a snowbank. One of my hands buried itself carefully in her hair. The other dropped over her lean waistline and nicely flared hips. Jazz Jones She rode the afterglow for at least five minutes. Finally I couldn't contain myself and I said, "Your love slime is getting all sticky on my skin. Not sexy anymore." Her response was to find my member, in the dark, and give it a very short but savage squeeze. I grunted in discomfort. Finally Alex rolled toward me, turning in the lamp, and she said, "Baby wipes are awesome. We'll shower it off in a few more hours." She wiped most of her liquid love off me, then settled back into bed. With her curled behind me again, even though I was clean, the smell of her faded lust filled my nostrils as I let sleep come again. SATURDAY We woke before 8 AM. I had to pee savagely, but I decided to try for giving Alex a good hosing if the opportunity presented itself. We entered the bathroom together and then the shower. I washed my hair and soaped and rinsed head to foot in less than 15 minutes. Alex took care of her hair, and then proceeded to handjob my member for a few minutes. She then continued to soap herself, and I watched the show. As she bent to soap the front of her legs, I saw my chance. I pointed my penis at her bare ass and fired my strong stream for about fifteen seconds. I splashed both cheeks really well. Since Alex had the sprayer, she yelped when my pee first hit her. Then she realized what I'd done. "You shit!" she said loudly. This was followed by a murderous look, which was sexy, but I wasn't going to tell her that. She chased my pee down the drain with the sprayer. She made me rinse and soap and rinse her ass. I even cleaned the split gently. She shifted her weight from foot to foot. "Look at them jiggle. Queen Flabby Cheeks," I noted. This earned me another very nasty look. She folded her arms across her chest. "Down," she commanded, pointing at the bottom of the shower. I knelt. She pushed my head down and spread her legs. I figured I knew what was coming. Sure enough, within a couple minutes, Alex had a stream of wonderful, brunette bombshell pee dousing the majority of my head. I kept my eyes closed. "Better wash your hair and face again," she suggested when she finished. I did so, and we finally left the shower. We re-entered the bedroom. I dressed and applied deodorant. Alex had her jeans on, but was naked from the waist up. She sat on the bed and motioned me near, staring very sternly. I stepped slowly over, and she made sure my butt hit her lap. "Look at you. Taking digs at my squishy ass and launching piss at said target." With that, she planted my face dead between her tits, and shook them so they slapped both sides of my face fiercely. It wasn't painful, just forceful. "I stand corrected...Queen Swinging Tits," I said. This earned me yet another dirty look. Alex leaned toward my ear. "Keep it up, mister." She nipped my earlobe hard between her teeth, and I winced. "If you want to play, we'll play," she noted. "Can I leave now?" I asked. She pointed at the door. "Don't let it hit you," she advised. I exited. I stepped into the spare bedroom and retrieved a book, among my purchases for the weekend. Then I set about conquering breakfast, in the form of cereal and juice. Alex appeared 10 minutes after I had my breakfast prepped and was sitting down. Ever the antagonist, she was ready to fire again. "What the hell? You didn't set a place and get me the cereal?" she chided. Not to be outdone right away, I said, "Are your arms and legs broke?" She wandered over to the cupboard, staring at her choices. She clasped her hands behind her back, and once she was sure I had to be watching, she extended two fingers toward the floor. Her two middle fingers. She looked back at me, saying, "Touche." After waiting just a bit, I took care of the morning hygiene. I came back out to the living room and sat, going back to work on my book. Alex finished her breakfast and put dishes in the sink. She wandered into my space. She was wearing sweats and a t-shirt. I reached out and yanked those and her panties down together. Alex gasped. With all the windows covered, I was safe as I began to gently and thoroughly rub and massage her ass. I kept at it for a full five minutes. Alex turned and leaned on her couch. She groaned. Then I switched to kissing her ass. Then I was sucking on it, gently pulling the flab with my lips. Another five minutes passed as I worked both cheeks. Alex was breathing deeply, panting. I stopped my work. "Nolan," Alex said, "lick my crack. You don't have to put your tongue in there, but lick along it, please." What was I going to say? No? Not with that ass. I licked, slowly dragging my tongue from bottom to top. Four, five, six times. Alex shuddered, then was laughing. "Yes!" she hollered. I scolded her immediately. "The neighbors will hear!!" I noted. "They have ideas about what I am, because I'm hot. They expect me to behave like a sex kitten, so I'm not disappointing them," Alex said, chuckling some more. She replaced her panties and sweats. She sat, leaning over on me. She stared into my face, and I was taken by her brown eyes. She kissed my forehead again; that seemed to be one of her things. I asked her quietly about her return to the club. She was due to play a 4-hour set with a one-hour break dead in the middle. I told her I might stop by toward the end. She would do a one hour stint on Sunday, early dinner-time for most folks. She stayed glued to me for the next hour, and with no warning, touched off another noisy raspberry worth of gas. In another half hour, she declared, "Number two duty calls." She stood and sauntered toward the bathroom. I followed slowly. At the doorway, she took my hand and pulled me into the smaller room behind her, closing the door. "No ducking out now. Here to stay," she said, looking at me with raised brows. Her panties and sweats dropped along her legs. She stepped aside and kicked everything toward the door. She lifted the toilet lid and sat. I stepped over, and she adjusted herself and guided me down into the small area between her legs. "Tight fit. Kinda cozy, though," she noted. Her arms caressed my middle. She breathed gently in my right ear. "Sexy legs," I noted. Alex crossed her feet and put the squeeze on me with her thighs. In a few seconds, she relented. I felt her take a breath, and then I could feel just a little tension. She relaxed again, breathing normally. She inhaled again, moaning while she let her breath escape. I heard a heavy splash in the toilet bowl. "Houston, the payload has landed. We do not have a problem," I joked. Alex looked at me and showed the tip of her tongue. Suddenly, she grabbed my face, stuck out her tongue, and licked my entire cheek area. She turned my head and repeated the process. "Oh my God, yuck," I said, fighting to stand up. "I might as well go buy a dog!" Alex stood behind me, wiping. Of course, I had to take a second to get a good look at the bowl. Alex had unloaded a thick, dense turd about six inches long. "Woof," Alex said in my ear. She flushed. We washed and left the bath. "Did you really mean what you said about my legs?" she asked, now next to me on her couch again. "Yeah," I admitted. "Long legs turn me on." She brought her legs to rest in my lap. "Go ahead," she allowed. I ran my hands gently up and down, ankles to just below her groin. I continued for two or three minutes per leg. They were tanned and smooth. We sat for awhile, covertly studying each other, both aware what the other was doing. Then we decided to take a walk. We passed a SubWay and knew what we were doing for lunch in a while. Returning to the house, both of us cooled down with plenty of water. "I can fuck you now, or you can face my wicked sex kitty later," Alex said. "I'll make you wait," I decided, hoping something stupid wouldn't leave me hurt. We sat and listened to a mish-mash of music for awhile. We returned to the SubWay at lunch time, bringing food back. Just a short while later, Alex departed with her instrument. "By the way, horn duet this afternoon. I'll text Jade to get you to the club later if you want to go," Alex said. I agreed. She also said she trusted Jade enough for her to have a key to the house. She went out and I saw her Jeep flash out of the driveway as she motored away down the street. I listened to a bit more music. And knocked another big chunk out of the book I had with me; maybe I should have bought a second. Maybe I'd take note on the ride to the jazz club later to see if there was a good old-fashioned bookstore around. Just after 3 o'clock, someone knocked on the front door, which left me in a WTF moment until I remembered Jade next door. I got up to be sure of who it was, and let Jade in. "Hey, Nolan. You visiting Alex at the club later?" she asked. I nodded. I sat, and Jade occupied Alex's spot. But first, she drew the drapes on all the living room windows. Then, standing in front of me, she took all of her clothes off, letting me note her round, slightly drooping belly, meaty thighs, and heavy, musk melon-size tits. I felt a stab of fear. I liked Jade, but what the hell might she have in mind? The question must have played across my face, because Jade laughed, a mellow, throaty sound. She resumed her seat. "Baby, I ain't gonna molest you," she said. She took my hand, and I parked myself on her broad thighs. Her dark eyes looked dead into mine. "I know exactly what I'm doing," she assured. I stared openly at her large, slightly darkened breasts. She guided my face down, and it was swallowed by soft flesh. She reached under with the arm that wasn't holding my head, and shoved her knockers against my mug. That's how things stayed for two entire minutes. Then I used both hands to hold one tit, and massaged my face with it. I repeated it with the other breast. I sucked each breast and nipple in turn. "This next part needs a bedroom," Jade directed. So into the spare room we went. Jade drew the bed down and slid in. "Get naked. Boxers too," Jade ordered. I obeyed and crawled in next to her large, nude form. I was behind her. Her ass pointed in my direction was exactly what she wanted. She backed it into my pelvis, and my entire groin was engulfed by a squishy, super-soft rump. Rolled up on her side, Jade rubbed her butt around, making the soft skin bulge and squeeze. My hard-on was rapid and immediately firm. Jade kept working, the mattress giving under her mass, and the bed rocking. Jade went at it for a full fifteen minutes. I reveled in the feel of her warm cheeks rubbing me so thoroughly. For the finale, Jade looped one of my arms at her waist. She shoved her ass against me. Keeping it tight, she directed me to hang on, and she went at it again, grunting and panting with effort. I felt some of her hefty weight. She worked madly, and the bed moved as if it were being shaken by an earthquake. Keeping me behind her, Jade rolled on top of me, and then completed the roll to let me loose. There was just a moment where I felt most of her 200-odd pounds, but it didn't become uncomfortable. I hadn't blown my load, but was almost painfully hard. Jade propped herself up and turned me to face her. Her face glistened with sweat, and she still breathed deeply. " I liked that a lot," she admitted. "It felt really good," I countered. "The rocking bed was pretty awesome. It wouldn't have been nearly as cool with one or two average ladies." "It's easy when you're a hippo," she pointed out. "So would you have normal sex with a really hot chick, or poop and have kinky explicit activities with a fat one?" she asked. "I like a fit lady just fine. If both were in the room right now, I'd take the hefty lady," I declared. Jade sat up. I snuck in behind her and spread my legs as much as possible to accommodate her girth. I put my arms around her, stopping my hands at her soft, bulging belly. For five minutes, I rubbed it and gently kneaded it with my palms and fingers. After this, Jade planted her plump lips on mine in a long kiss, gently pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. We stayed in the bed for a bit. Jade seemed to enjoy letting my hands roam around her torso and back and shoulders. Before long, she announced her need to poop again. "You wanna stop at my place, do the deed and shower before we go to the club?" she asked. I consented. Jade dressed and we departed, locking up. We walked about a hundred feet and she let us into her house. We stepped into the living room, with the kitchen to our left. There were two bedrooms straight across the room. There was a 90-degree corner at the edge of the room, between it and the kitchen. Jade led me around and we entered the bathroom. She got naked again. "You ready for me to poop on you? Better strip naked too," she advised. I did so. Jade lifted the lid on her stool and sat. "Noise first, then I'll lay out the brick," she explained. I'd sat on her lap on our first outing, but this time she scissored her legs open and parked me on the toilet seat. The bowl was oblong, so it was okay, but we were still cuddle-close. Without much of a wait, Jade released deep, crackling gas that was amazingly loud. She reached out and gently groped my penis. A minute or so later, she repeated her effort. I slumped, completely relaxed. Seconds later, Jade unleashed a third noisy bomb. We looked at each other, and I noted the relief written on her face. She grinned. "Switch," she directed. I took her place, and she mine. She set her feet, squatting right over my lap. The deep breath came from Jade. I stared at her huge, soft butt cheeks. I saw them part as her anus enlarged. In seconds, I saw it fill brown, darker than her skin. Jade sighed and breathed deeply again. I heard her moan while she got the push going. Her turd dropped a few inches to touch my bare legs. It was as big as my fist. It grew, still colored black-coffee dark. It grew some more, curling forward and moving slowly toward my knees. Jade kept pushing slowly, and the load freed itself and settled on my thighs. Jade moved and grabbed TP. I focused on my lap. Dark and dense, smelling very ripe. Holy hell. That's gotta be a foot, easy, I thought. Jade looked. "Another footlong," she confirmed. "It might be worth more than five dollars, in the right group," I joked. She looked at me, and her throaty laughter filled the enclosed room. She bent double, still nude and holding the TP. She shook, then righted herself and wiped wet eyes. "I won't eat at that restaurant for a month," she decided. "That was probably a very clearly defined line I might have crossed," I admitted. "Sorry. But damn, do you feel better?" I asked. "I wasn't terribly uncomfortable. I guess I might feel emptier," Jade noted. She wiped and flushed and took care of her hands after getting her load into the bowl. Jade stepped in and started her shower, which was big enough to have a seat at each end. She motioned for me to sit and I did so. She wet my head and shampooed my hair, working her fingers carefully into my scalp. She rinsed. I stood long enough to let her do my personal areas, which she was cautious with but erotic in her work. She cleansed my torso, legs, and feet. Rinsed again. She washed and rinsed her hair and every part of herself, except the backs of her thighs and her ass. She told me I was a smart guy, and that I should know exactly why she left them. I put body wash on my hands and lathered each thigh, gently squeezing the extra-soft areas. I rinsed. I concentrated completely on her ass, rubbing it down before I soaped it. My soldier was at attention from the time Jade soaped my member. As I soaped her large, drooping, heavy ass, I gently squeezed and kneaded the wonderful excess with my hands. Jade was very relaxed and even moaned a little. While her rump was still all wet after I rinsed it, she shook it good for a full minute, letting it bounce so I could enjoy the slap of her cheeks. We stepped out, dried and dressed. We got in Jade's Pilot after I stopped in to grab a bottle of water and some pocket money. With traffic, the drive to the jazz club took about fifteen minutes. We went in and took seats just as a new tune was starting for the horn duet, Jade and her sax along with the seasoned vet on trumpet. We caught the last hour of Alex's set, which was, of course, easily worthwhile. As things closed, Alex packed up and stepped down off the stage. She gave me a huge smile and a long peck on the cheek, murmuring in my ear, "I hope you're ready for me to ride till you don't have any more to give." At which point I thought, Well now, but didn't say anything. The three of us walked out to the lot. Jade gave me a motherly, lingering hug before returning to her Honda. As I piled in with Alex in the Renegade and we drove back, she repeatedly threw wicked smirks in my direction. We made it back and piled out. Alex took care of her instrument, and disappeared to her bedroom. I stopped to pee. I heard, "Dammit, Nolan, don't be making me wait!" To which I responded, "I told you I was going to!" Through the door, "Until I got here. Not while I'm here in the bed damn near leaking gorgeous pussy on clean sheets! Fuck!" "Easy, Cinderella!" I hollered, walking back through the living room and slowly entering her sleeping quarters. As I met Alex's gaze, her eyes were her now-infamous "if looks could kill" gaze. She was naked, again sitting at the edge of the bed. I figured I knew what was coming next. "This is not an encore performance I want," I said. "No." "Yes," Alex said. I stepped over slowly, and Alex guided me, facing her, onto her lap. I took an immense breath. Alex's forehead met mine and she lit off that million-watt smile. My heart thudded. Alex's hand caressed my chest until she found my booming heart. "Damn, Nolan. Relax. I'm not gonna hurt you. Not a lot, anyway." She eased my face between her breasts. She shifted, slapping the left side of my face with her tit. Opposite direction, the other half of my face took a fleshy knock. Alex worked, getting a rhythm and increasing her pace until her knockers were two high-speed pendulums. I had maybe a second between impacts. She continued full tilt for probably more than a minute. Next she placed my head just below her hooters, with the top of it pressed against her torso. She lifted with her legs and bounced on the bed, which caused her breasts to bounce against my head. Alex repeated the motion until her boobs bounced on my head a dozen times. It caused less discomfort than her Queen Swinging Tits encore performance. Alex stood me up and shoved me carefully onto the bed. She lost no time straddling me. She grabbed my member, tugging moderately until I was hard enough to place the condom. She did so and guided me between her thighs fast and expertly. Some of her weight thudded onto my belly. "Alex, be careful," I said, again stunned at the feeling of being deep inside her. She leaned over. "I know." She stared into my face. "Don't do that. You're like a polar opposite of Medusa," I said, gazing at her eyes and the rich luster of her deep brown hair. She shifted her hips, and the party started for my cock. The first time, she'd lifted and pushed down with her hips. Now there was less upward motion, and more forward push only in the hips. She picked up speed for a full minute, then slowed way down and rode for a full twenty minutes, during which time my cock throbbed and I loaded the rubber three times. "I thought you were gonna screw me hard enough for the bed to break," I admitted, after we disposed of the condom and were laying sprawled on the bed. "I couldn't do that. I figured I better be a little careful." Alex rolled over so we were facing each other. She wrapped as much of herself around me as she could. Her hands played gently across my face. I wrapped my arms around her. "Dammit, you're beautiful," I told her again. We both laid there basking in afterglow. In a bit, we decided to go scrounge dinner. Jazz Jones We ended up with Chinese, a version of General Tsao's chicken for me and a stir-fry for her. We settled in for a movie, at which point I was tucked into Alex's lap, and she wouldn't even pause long enough to let me pee. She was equally focused on the movie and gentle love-making with her lips and hands. Both of us drank water like fiends to help our digestion along. We crashed after the movie and toothbrush work. I was in serious need of taking a leak, and I wasn't about to let Alex's presence stop me. I must have pissed for close to half a minute. "God, Nolan. Holy shit. Sorry I made you hold it that long," Alex noted. I sighed and stepped away. Alex moved over and drummed the toilet water with piss for about fifteen seconds. Into the bed we went. Before the room went dark, Alex stared Doe Eyes at me for a full minute, grinning madly. "Go to sleep," I moaned, rolling over and letting my head smack the pillow. Darkness. I pictured Alex's face in my mind's eye and drifted off. SUNDAY Up early again. Alex cooked oatmeal for breakfast. We chose fruit from the refrigerator. She had coffee and I stuck to water. I drank very little coffee. Bad breath, and it was incredibly bitter for the most part, unless you added a shot of creamer and about a tablespoon and a half of sugar. How the hell did it manage to smell good while it brewed? I lounged for just a bit before taking care of my face and teeth. An hour after I settled in with my book, Alex wandered over and settled very carefully on my lap. She necked me thoroughly, but so gently it was almost a tease. She wandered back to the bedroom, turning to throw me a look that said, Yes, you're supposed to come too. I rose and followed. Alex guided me down on my back in the bed. She straddled me gently, leaning down and duplicating her necking and fondling after getting naked. She continued for several minutes, then I noted deep breathing. Her belly muscles tensed. Fifteen seconds passed, and I felt something warm touch my belly. It wasn't wet. Alex pushed, and I sensed her ass opening wide. The push continued, and the load Alex was creating bored into my belly. Then it gave and curled and slid toward my chest, the start point being very near my belly button. Alex closed her eyes and pushed gently until I felt the turd drop free of her anus. She sighed deeply. "That felt faaabulous," she noted, drawing out the last word. Very shortly, a heavy sulfur odor assaulted my nose. Alex swung herself off me and retreated to the bathroom. She wiped and flushed, and then I heard the sink. I checked my torso. A light-colored turd, nearly as big as my fist for most of its six-inch or so length. And the aforementioned odor. THe next thing I heard was Alex on the phone. And then I made out the words , "cleanup, aisle 3." I had to chuckle. She had to be talking to Jade. Alex re-entered the bedroom and put her phone on the nightstand. "Jade is coming in a few minutes." Five or so later, there was a door knock and Jade wandered in. "Bedroom!" Alex called. Jade appeared in the doorway. Her eyes moved to my belly. "Oh...damn," she noted. She walked to the bed ,and her nostrils moved. Jade turned. Alex looked at me and winked. Jade lifted Alex's gift off me and made for the bathroom. Alex swabbed my torso with baby wipes. I heard Jade washing her hands. She wandered back out to the living room. Alex migrated toward the shower, beckoning. We went in together. We cleansed, and then I knelt and gave Alex another dose of ass worship for about ten minutes. We exited the shower. Alex gestured me into her bedroom. She pulled the door closed and I heard quiet voices. Alex returned to the room, where she got naked, and sat on the bed next to me. She carefully slid over and eased herself onto my lap. "Let me know when you're not comfortable,"she said seriously. Again she settled my face on her chest. Not again, I thought. But Alex put her hands under her breasts, and started squishing them all around my face, for nearly five minutes. I found it very sexy. I was hard as a rock, but had no urge to come. Her hands roamed up and down my back, caressing. Her fingers probed gently. She raked her nails gently up and down, until a shudder happened again. Then Alex's lips met mine, and worked gently for several seconds. Then she was kissing all over my face, pulling gently with her supple lips. "Lay back," she whispered. Her voice was as sexy as her physical self. Alex moved, and I sprawled on my back. She straddled me, but made no move to guide my cock between her legs. She nuzzled both sides of my neck with her lips, her fine, soft hair brushing my upper chest. Body heat soaked into me. Alex adjusted herself and kissed down my torso, then left and right. She finished, and sat atop me, and we just stared at each other, me particularly drinking in her shape, reliving the graceful movement and the pure gentleness in her work. She slid off me, scooted in behind me, spooned, and looped her hands around my upper half. I shuddered. Alex noticed. "Damn, Nolan, what the hell's the matter with you?" she wondered, aloud. "You said that out loud. But I don't know. Shit happens," I said, and then Alex was laughing and so was I. We laid there for several minutes, basking in each other. Alex's phone chimed. She looked at the screen and her fingers danced, and returned the phone to the night stand. The bedroom door opened and Jade stepped in carefully. "She asked if she could come in," Alex explained. Jade wandered to the bed, taking off her shirt and bra. She beckoned me. I slid out of the bed, and Jade took my hand and pulled me near, wrapping her arms around me. I felt her breathing. She squatted ever so slightly, and tensed. I flinched as the noise started, a deep, long, bold crackle from her ass, sounding wonderful through the denim of her jeans. Jade blew a breath in my ear, followed by a gasp and her leaning into me more. Sulfur loaded my nostrils as I inhaled. "Back in the bed," Jade instructed. Alex had sprawled on her back, and I followed suit. Alex nestled close, turning up on her hip as Jade swung into the bed. With her back to me,Jade peeled her jeans and sheer black panties off. Then she straddled me, her ass resting just off my chest. Jade took a deep breath and relaxed. I watched her ass bloom open, immediately filling brown. Jade steadied herself and kept pushing, slowly. Her turd slid out and touched my chest. My nose registered more sulfur-loaded air. I looked over at Alex. Her eyes were huge, and her nose was wrinkled. "It smells like mine," she noted. "Damn, J." Alex still stared. Jade continued to push, and the load curled and grew and slid out onto my chest, until it dropped free, a large turd at least eight inches long. Jade moved carefully off the bed. She leaned over and kissed my forehead. "That felt pretty good," she noted. Alex leaned closer to Jade's dark deposit, and her nostrils flared, once, twice. She moved back and smiled at me. I frowned. "I have now decided I'm not any weirder than you," I declared. Jade removed her gift from my chest to the bathroom. She flushed, washed, wiped, and flushed again. Alex cleaned my chest thoroughly. We stepped in for another quickie shower. Jade hung around till we finished. I dressed and gathered my things and stood in the living room. Jade hugged me again. "Thanks for wanting to know us a little better. Keep coming around. Alex and I like you a lot," she finished. "Thank you both for treating me well," I replied. "I'll be around, I'm sure." The three of us stepped outside. The two women discussed the next week's schedule and Jade sauntered for home. We piled into Alex's Jeep, and I directed her to my house. Before I stepped out, Alex gave me a lengthy, gentle kiss. "Don't be a stranger. Come see me again. Don't make me call you next time I have to scratch my itch," she said sternly. I leaned into the open window on her side. "I'll be sure to change my number tomorrow," I joked. Alex looked up and down the street, and yanked her t-shirt off. She pushed my face into her bare chest, shoving it back and forth for a few seconds. She let me loose, her face within inches of mine. She kissed my forehead, glared at me, then smiled and said,"Don't start." I leaned away. The window powered up, Alex checked traffic, and drove toward home. THE END