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Kinky Experiments 01

By: bigothboy



Kinky Experiments 1: Chav Girl

Hi- I'm Sebastian (Seb or Sebby please), a little makeup-wearing goth boy, 20 years old, pierced ears and belly, skinny, happy, with long dark hair.

These are my chronicles of sexual experiments I've made in the last months trying to uncover some of the amazing undocumented, unappreciated and unrecognised pleasures you can discover when you take a walk on the wild side with different kinds of boys and girls.

The first one started as an accident- I was walking home with my partner Darren- he's not exactly my boyfriend. Partner is the perfect word- my partner in sin, usually. From the moment we met we struck up a relationship which enjoyed the mutual support and agreement to accompany each other into the darkest (well, darkish) dens of depravity.

After a great night of partying at a gay club where we had both racked up impressive totals of kisses, we decided to stop half way home and make out under a streetlight. We were both pretty wrecked, but not quite enough to stop us having lots of fun.

Darren's face lit up in the orange glow revealing that his dark make-up had been smudged by the heat and sweat which gave him a very sexy wild look that you couldn't achieve by trying. I grabbed him by two of the many buckles on his trousers and pulled him into a kiss. He pushed his skilful hands forcefully down into mine and squeezed my arse-cheeks.

Our black lipstick smudged and slimed as our tongues slithered over one another and I ran my gloved hands through his short spiky hair, pulling it a little every time a particularly strong surge of lust overtook me.

"Are you two gay?"

We heard the voice behind us, and immediately a little burst of drunken paranoia split us up. We'd had a little trouble before due to our reckless PDAs, and that kind of question was just the sort to start trouble. We whipped round and saw, sure enough, a slutty looking Chav girl staring at us. But she wasn't staring with passionate loathing, only a kind of interest. It was a pretty stupid question, given that guys don't usually kiss and fondle each other just because they're bored, but I couldn't help thinking that there must have been some kind of reason to ask it. I straightened my glasses and tried to look not-too-dangerous (that's not really hard for me, but I wanted to be careful).

"Why?" Darren asked, a bit confrontational.

The girl giggled dirtily. Although, as a Chav, she was a natural enemy of us nancy goth boys, she didn't seem unpleasant. She was wearing skanky trainers with white socks, no tights or stockings, a tiny denim skirt and an even tinier yellow top. I was surprised she hadn't already died of pneumonia. She flicked some dirty blonde hair out of her face and shrugged.

"I jus' wondered. I don't meet many gay guys, but don't worry- I don't think is disgustin' or nothin'. In fact, I think it's quite fuckin' sexy. As long as the guys are young and cute."

She laughed again. It was obvious she was a little more drunk than we were.

By this time Darren had completely calmed down.

"Well no, we're not." He said "We're bi."

"Ah, same thing." She replied.

Now, anyone who knows bisexuals will know that this is a silly thing to say. It causes lots of arguments, simply because its obviously untrue. But I was feeling quite good about this situation, since its always nice to find someone who you expect to start a fights just for being different actually being quite open minded.

"No, we like girls too." I assured her "Really. We're not just confused guys."

"We LOVE girls." Darren interjected, chuckling "They're yummy! Especially when they give a poor guy a fag."

"You're always after something else." She gave a snorting laugh, but walked into the streetlight with us to give Darren the requested cigarette. 

I've tried to cure him of the habit, believe me, but no luck so far.

He lit up his own, and one for her, with his silver skull shaped lighter. She gave an impressed coo at it.

Now she was in the light I could make her out better. She wasn't that pretty- she had braces on her top teeth and was wearing quite heavy slap which like ours had been ruined by a night out. She wore vivid pink lipgloss and hoop earrings, and her hair was kind of straggly. Her boobs were pretty big, though, and she attracted me in a way that I couldn't quite define...after all, it was almost treason for a goth!

"That must be pretty cool, actually." She said, taking a lungful "I mean, you get to do it with everyone. I always wanted to meet some gay guys, cos they seem like they'd try things that straight guys wouldn't. Y'know, even with girls if there were no guys around. But all my mates fuckin' hate gays. Most of 'em are bitches though so, y'know, no fuckin' surprise. They hate everyone."

I neglected to ask why, if they were bitches, they were her mates at all, and instead put my arm round Darren.

"You'd be surprised. Lots of gay guys are pussy's too. But us bis'll do anything. What kind of things do you want to do that straight guys won't?"

"Oh, I wanted to try..." She began. Then she stopped and grinned in the way that drunk people do when they think they're being cunning.

"I just got a fuckin' nasty idea. You guys up for some fun?"

We looked at each other.

I said, this girl was no beauty queen- but we had sworn to try everything but something about her took us into 'the other side of attraction' - she was so skanky in everyway she was fascinating.

"What's in your mind?" I said, after we'd nodded our agreement

"There' a public lav on the common- we can go in there and try out some things without being bothered."

The common was only a few yards away and although it was pretty big it didn't have any real 'cruising' potential, so potentially it was a great idea.

I did have one reservation, though, which Darren voiced a second later.

"How do you know we're safe?" He said "I mean, I don't want to do this if you're too drunk."

"Awww, you're lovely." She said, seeming genuinely touched "But I've done this enough times to know you aren't dodgy. Anyway, you're both fuckin' cute- I reckon I wouldn't stop you doing anything you fuckin' want with me."

Now that sent a spasm of lust across my body. This slag bitch was hot in a way that I could never have imagined...

As we walked into the near-dark of the common, she introduced herself as Lina and gave us a little info about her. She was 17 (although she made a big point of being nearly 18) and she lived nearby in the bad end of town. However, before we could get the full life history, she lead us into the girls''lav' and started getting down to business.

"Right." She said "I wanna see you two kissing. Do it like you were before, only more, y'know, raunchy. Like you just wanna fuck."

I looked at Darren our eyes communicated a common idea- this would require no acting. We'd been wanting to fuck SOMETHING ever since we'd got out of the club, and the trembling, nervous sensation of repressed desire had only grown since then. With more violence than before, we began frenching and grinding against one another. Our tongues probed everywhere, sliming with muscular power in our mouths, leaving dripping saliva down necks and faces, fighting a vicious battle to taste and enjoy every part of the other. And now hands were working as well, I was kneading Darren's tight arse, slipping my fingers between the backs of his thighs to rub against his under-carriage and all the time he was pushing me against the filthy graffiti-covered toilet walls in order to pleasure his hard cock against me. I watched out of the corner of my eye was Lina was doing- she started off just rubbing herself through the skirt and moaning slightly, but soon her pale bare legs rose into an M shape and she had lifted it up to slide her hand against her baby-white thong panties.

Darren started whispering nasty things, as well, which really drove her crazy.

"Oh, fuck, Sebby, oh fuck I want to get inside your tight little arse- I want to bend you over and just fuck you like a bitch..."

When she heard this she tore her knickers down to her sock-ed ankles and began really going for it. She rubbed and fingered her cunt so fast it was a blur- but it only went on for a few seconds before her panting voice broke in.

"God...oh fuckin' God I need someone to lick my cunt. No one's done it in sooo long."

I couldn't refuse- giving oral is one of my favourite things. She bent over with her hands on the system of the toilet and presented herself. Her arse was nice and firm, but very round and full, almost fat; perfect for squeezing. I pulled her cheeks apart to examine my feast- her tight little bud of an arsehole was flexing as she panted, and her fanny was covered by lots of blonde hair like her head- it was a nice pink, with full lips and it was radiating heat like a boiler . It was obviously unwashed, too, and some of the hair was matted but I don't care what state a pussy is in when I'm hungry- I couldn't waited to get stuck in, and began licking all around her arse, thighs and lips to get her wet enough to penetrate. Darren knelt down under me and for a while we tackled her skanky cunny, but his neck was strained. Taking advantage of the position, he hopped up onto the system and unbuckled his trousers. A second later a voracious slurping and a series of loud moans provided the soundtrack to what he told me later was one of the horniest blowjobs of his life. I didn't envy him though- as far as I was concerned, I still had the best job. It hadn't taken long for Lina's pussy to get soaking wet, and I was buried in there like a pig at a trough. Her grunts, though muffled by Darren's cock, told me she was having a good time. To get my tongue even further into that juicy passage, I forced my nose into her arsehole and caught the intoxicating musky scent- she obviously hadn't wiped very carefully last time she had taken a shit- looking down I saw the string of her thong was marked by a corresponding brown stain.

She's a filthy girl in every aspect of her life, I thought to myself- this made me even more horny, and I inhaled her arse stench deeply as her sweet ooze dribbled across my tongue.

We carried on for so long, my drunkenness giving me strength and it was if I was caught in a loop, an endless private heaven filled with her oozing slapper's cunt, its smell, its taste, the delicious moans of my two companions. But finally it ended, as she had a mini-orgasm- her body bucked slightly and she let go a squirt from her cunny - I quickly lapped it up and discovered that it was pee! She'd actually been so turned on she'd pissed herself. As I rolled it around my mouth my cock threatened to burst my trousers- this toilet was a paradise of filthy pleasure. It could only get better.

I pulled away and she reluctantly let go of Darren's cock, then turned round and began unzipping me.

"Wow!" She said when my cock was finally released "You're shaved too? I hit the fuckin' jackpot with you!" She began to rub me slightly, and I realised this was the first time she'd actually touched me- her hands were a little rough, but that was nice...I pulled them round so she could knead my arse. It felt good. Darren, feeling understandably left out, came over and took turns in kissing both of us and soon we'd reached a slightly more tender level of lovemaking. I pulled on his cock slightly, which was marked by a sticky pink ring of lip gloss where Lina had greedily sucked him.

Then we were ready for the next stage.

"Have either of you got any johnnys?" She asked, and we shook our heads

"Good." She said, giving a greedy grin "No fuckin' excuse for not going bareback. I'm on the pill, and I'm clean, don't worry- I've got a doctor's certificate and everything. So many guys chicken out when I want to go bareback I make sure I carry it round. One guy earlier wouldn't fuck me till he'd read it. Little pussy."

"We're not your first tonight, then?" Said Darren, impressed, as one sinner to another

"Aww, he was rubbish. I didn't give him time to finish up. You two are much better. Now let's fuckin' get on with it- which one of you wants my arse?"

"You want anal?" I asked

"Yeah, didn't I mention? My ex-boyfriends wouldn't give it to me. That's why I really wanted a gay guy. I know they'd have no trouble packing my arse." She chuckled "So who wants it?"

Now, I've met many people who really want anal but, when it comes to it, just can't stretch to it, and Darren has a huge cock. I can barely fit it in myself- I'm a little smaller, so I volunteered to take her arse. With a twinge of spiteful lust, I pictured her rubbing her sore hole tomorrow, aching from the fuck I was about to give it. Darren was happy with this- he'd been eyeing her soaking wet fanny for ages. I sat back against the toilet system, and Darren sat opposite, while Lina lowered herself in between us. Our eager cocks strained to get inside her, but it took a little pushing and shoving to actually get them in. The look of pleasure on Darren's face as her sopping, unwashed chav pussy gobbled up his cock was amazing. He must have been in heaven. Then she sat back on my knob, her dirty arse puckering as it came closer. She grunted and groaned as my cock head invaded her rubbery, clenching slaghole...she screwed up her eyes and with a slurping plop she suddenly slipped, impaling her rectum on my shaft.

It was only by immense effort that I didn't cum right away. It was amazing- the hottest, earthiest, tightest place my dick had ever been. I felt as if a wave of heat had washed over me. If this slapper hadn't been arsefucked, she must had shoved dildos or some lucky carrot up there, because she didn't clench or panic. She just sighed happily- then Darren started thrusting into her pink passage, and I could feel his fat muscular cock as if it were rubbing slimily up against mine.

He moaned as he violated Lina's tainted chav cunny, and Lina bounced up and down on me, stretching her legs almost 180 degrees as his fucking became more violent. I didn't have much to do except hold her body, groping her pert, milky tits as she screamed and yelped and bounced. As the jackhammer blows continued on both of us and the grip of her anus grew ever more powerful, she lifted her arms, as if enjoy the sensation of being completely controlled by the cocks that were stuffing her- 

I hugged her to me, smelling her sweat and the odour of her armpits- it was totally disgusting, totally intoxicating and mind-blowingly erotic. As her sphincter slithered up and down me in her flight of sex, I became aware of a even hotter sensation on the tip of my cock- it was lovely, as if I were having a thick, soft substance like hot ice cream poured lovingly over it. In the haze of sweat and body odour and movement and sheer fucking power of the moment, I realised Lina was letting herself shit on me. It drove me over the edge.

With a screaming, gasping animal growl I could only vaguely hear in my own white-hot world, I splattered my load all in her, painting her greedy, scally guts white from the inside.

Then I heard another scream, my vision blurred, and I fainted.

Apparently I was only out for a moment. I hadn't even noticed that Darren had come, and that scream was the only indication I had that Lina orgasmed, but apparently they did- and I had the wet thighs to prove it.

But as soon as I came round, I felt like I was on top of the world. No tiredness, no lethargy- in fact, I was eager for more! I realised that Lina had not got off me, but as soon as Darren gave her the ok she did and kissed us both, staggering around in a daze.

"God..." Was all she managed for the first minute, gasping and panting and falling back onto the toilet seat "God...that was INCREDIBLE! I felt like I was just filled- just FILLED with you two! I couldn't feel anything else, just being full and GOD it was fuckin' AMAZING!" Darren hugged me and we kissed and congratulated each other.

I looked down at my still erect (though very sore) cock- it had a brownish ring around it. So I hadn't been dreaming. 

"My dick wasn't the only thing you had in your arse, Lina." I said to her, boldly

"Oh yeah!" She giggled and her tits shook "I'm sorry about that- I felt it coming and just couldn't fuckin' hold it- I hope you don't mind!"

"It was that that made me cum." I said, honestly

"What are you guys talking about?" Said Darren

"Lina needed a shit, honey." I replied "And she decided not to wait till I was out."

"And you got off on that? Wow." He looked dazed, and then "Was it really that good?"

"It was amazing."

"Wow. I half wish that had been me. But you have the cutest little cunt I've ever had, Lina- you're a great fuck."

Lina hugged him and giggled some more- she couldn't seem to stop. The ecstasy had given her hysterics.

"It'll be a great little reminder next time I take a dump." She said, happily "From what I could tell, you've probably covered it with cum."

"Why don't you do it now?" I said quickly

"What? Take a shit in front of you?"

"Yeah." Darren agreed "That would be quite hot."

"Okay." She said "God, you guys are fuckin' nasty. Don't worry, though, its turning me on too...I just love the feeling when I push a big shit out. Why do you think I wanted anal so much?"

She lifted the toilet seat and turned round, half-standing and straddling the bowl, then began a series of strained grunts. Her arsehole was already pretty wrecked by my cock, so she didn't need to try very hard to get it out. It started to appear, a fat dark brown log easing its way out of her. Then it grew inch by inch, slippering between her fat arse cheeks and across her fanny. God, it was massive- she must have pigged out at Burger King before going clubbing because the monster just kept on coming; an obscene jism-splattered rope of turd which began to coil into a pile where it touched the bottom of the bowl. Eventually it snapped of, but remained standing. She squeezed out a few more chav logs, lifting her denim skirt right up- they would have been pretty big on their own, but they paled in comparison to the first mighty shit.

"Good luck flushing that." She remarked, admiring it. 

Then she looked around. There was no toilet paper.

I expected her to go and look for some more in another stall but instead she just shrugged.

"Aww, well. I guess I'll just have to wipe when I get home."

Then she began pulling her thong back up. But Darren stopped her before she could finish. Although the thought of her walking home with a dirty shit-stained arse turned me on, apparently he had other plans.

"No." He said "Let me deal with that."

And he bent down and began licking the shit from her filthy fucked out ring!

She was so surprised she started giggling again, but soon she was moaning happily.

"Ooo you filthy boy!" She purred as he licked her hole.

I really wish I'd though of cleaning her up, but I elected to make the best of it and got up onto the system.

She knew the drill and wrapped her foul-mouthed lips round my shaft, giving me a slightly fatigued but very skilful blowjob. I wondered how many other boys had shared this slutty hole. I watched over the curve of her back Darren's pink tongue as it did its dirty work at her scally butthole. Soon I could tell Lina was getting hot again and I pulled myself out of her mouth and began to wank. I looked down at her and she grinned and opened her mouth wide, her braced upper teeth showing. I began to rub myself harder and soon I came my second load- I splatter partly into her mouth but some squirted across her nose and cheek, mixing with her orange foundation. She licked her lips, the white cum disappearing down her throat, then I bent down and licked the rest off her face. Soon Darren joined us and we all had a long kissing and hugging session. I could taste Lina's earthy shit on his tongue. It must have been heaven to lick her out.


Kinky Experiments 01



But all good things must come to an end, and it had been about 2:30am when we started this little escapade.

We said good bye to Lina, exchanged numbers and went our separate ways.

We got a text from her later that night:

"Thx 4 the best fk ever! I'll nvr 4get you guys. Its bi frm now on. Gotta go. Lets do it again sum time =) xoxoxox"

I still have it on my phone.

I guess chav girls aren't all bad.

Well, as you may have guessed, this whole event opened up new opportunities for Darren and me. We got interested in what other kinds of girls we'd previously overlooked might light our fire. Also, of course, scat tendencies were starting to show. So thanks Lina! We'll get back to you soon- just don't introduce us to your friends!

End



Kinky Experiments 02



Chapter 2 - BBW Girl

The evening was warm and fragrant, and me and Daz were having some fun in our new apartment, a basement flat a little out of town. We'd both just got in from work and stripped off our clothes, and now we lay next to head-to-groin giving each other some gentle oral.

Darren is, like me, smooth all over, and under too- and so I could lick from his pink arsehole right up to the top of his cock without a single hair blocking your way- yummy. I felt the coolness of his tongue-stud caress my head, and shivered.

It's so good having a goth boyfriend, if I do say so myself.

After a while I felt a yearning deep in my bowels- I nudged him gently and altered my position so I way lying on my back, my legs spread upward in a giant V shape. I closed my eyes and groaned in ecstasy as Darren made his move, sliding his lubed shaft deep into my dirthole . He fucked me slowly, and I felt like I was spinning in space or lying on some tranquil beach, so complete was my peace. My boyfriend's cock, I thought, penetrating me...every time its slippery weight pulled out I let out a gasp of pleasure.

I looked up and saw his smiling, platinum blonde head gazing down at me. I blew him a kiss, and he bent over and gave me a real one. I wrapped my arms round him.

One of the most crucial things I ever learned about sex: relax. Don't spend brief and exhausting moments to get to a huge orgasm every time, because you risk not enjoying the actual sex at all. With Darren I enjoyed every bowel-tingling second of it, and when he came in me I felt the warm liquid slip into the deepness of my rectum like some sweet medicine.

After this, we lay sleepily there for about half an hour. Then Darren stirred, got up and took something out of his bag. It was a magazine, with a page folded back in the personal columns. He showed it to me without a word, and I pulled myself into a sitting position to read it. An article was circled, which read

"Yng BBW Queen Samantha (22) wants to be worshipped and fed by pretty men- might also be interested in WS & other and dirty fun- please call..."

And then a number.

I re-read it and looked at Darren. He did not smile, but inclined his eyebrows, indicating that I should say what I thought.

"Well, we said we should try with different types of girls." I said "And if she wants pretty guys that's a big bonus."

"So...should we call her?"

"You mean should *I* call her?"

Darren smiled - he hates using the phone.

"Yeah, you rumbled me."

"Well, do you want to?"

"Of course."

"Well then..." I grabbed my mobile and began dialling. "Lets get on with it."

It was a mobile number, but I asked for Samantha just in case, and she answered in a very lovely but rather nervous voice. When I said I was calling about her article, I could actually hear her trembling. It seemed that she'd placed the article because she had the house to herself this week, and we were the first to call her.

I did my best to be friendly (and I hope I do that all the time!) and put her at her ease.

There were two of us, was that alright? Yes, she said, better than alright. I gave her our details before she asked- me: skinny, long dark hair, brown eyes, belly ring, him: short spiky platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, pretty, toned with pierced tongue and lip. She seemed excited. She asked what we had in mind. I told her exactly what she wanted, and we really like water-sports.

"How much?"

"Well, we do them almost every day."

"Really? Wow. Do you like anything else?"

Now, at this point any scat-lover will know that you have to talk around the subject.

"Er...well it depends how far you want to go. We like an anal and oral, of course...and arse-kissing is one of my fetishes."

She breathed a happy sigh

"Mine too!!" She said "This is going to be fun! When can you guys come round?"

Now, I would have loved to tell her right then, but sadly it was not the case. Both of us needed to be up horrendously early the next day for work, so we arranged it for 7:00pm on Friday, 3 days away. Darren called to me that we should buy and bring the food that our new Queen required, and Samantha thanked us profusely, said she couldn't wait, and we both hung up.

By Friday evening we both had near-permanent erections thinking about the delights to come. We got dolled up in our most sexy going-out clothes, put on a little slap and drove over, only stopping on the way to get our Queen's banquet of desserts.

We knocked on the door and she appeared, blushing- slightly shorter than either of us, with a cascade of golden hair over her shoulders, with a very pretty face. She was indeed a BBW, and I found myself drooling looking at her, especially when she turned (bidding us to come in with a very small and nervous gesture) and I could see her gigantic peach-shaped arse packed into tight-fitting jeans. Quantity is of course an advantage all fat girls have- there is simply more there to find attractive- but Queen Samantha was prime quality too.

Her house was luxuriously furnished. I took off my socks so I could enjoy the feeling of the soft cream carpet between my toes, and wondered enviously if we could ever find a place like this. She led us through the the kitchen where she poured us out some sweet white wine. I'm not really a fan of wine, but this was delicious and I told her so. She blushed again and I found myself warming even further to this cute, self-deprecating girl. Me and Darren exchanged glances and I knew that we were going to enjoy worshipping her.

We moved through into the front room and sat down- the chairs were the kind which are so soft and comfortable that escaping from them is almost impossible. We drank and chatted pleasantly for a while, the problem being as always to bring up the matter of when we were going to get started with the fucking without spoiling the social situation. Daz, as always, had the solution. We were sitting in the two arm chairs, where as she was perched on the edge of the sofa facing us. With great grace, he swept across the room, sat on the far side on the sofa and patted the middle area indicating she should move there. Soon we were on either side of her, running hands over her thighs, through her hair and around her plump belly. We stopped talking after a while and she just closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure as our palms glided across her flesh.

Then, getting up to draw the curtains and turn on the soft lights, Darren slowly pulled his top off revealing his sleek toned torso. I followed suit and soon we were pulling Samantha's clothes off too, as she lay passive and regal on the luxurious sofa. She made no attempt to stop us, she just kept her eyes shut and enjoyed ever second as the cool air met her skin. Her shirt, bra and jeans now lay in a heap on the floor and with a unanimous tug her tiny pink panties joined them.

God, she was beautiful. Even if she hadn't asked to be put in that role, I still think the word 'Queen' was about the only one that fitted the description. Her skin was peach-pink, soft and smooth as silk and her golden hair flowed over her upper body. Her breasts seemed small on her vast expanse of flesh but in fact when we came to touch them they were much more than a handful- or a mouthful as it was when we clasped our hungry lips around each pink nipple and began suckling her.

Soon Darren broke off and began to feed her. He had confided to me that he found foodplay very sexy and was eager to try it.

We had also brought some edible massage oil, so while Daz pushed the first of our delights (a chocolate muffin) into our Queen's deserving mouth, I began to oil her majestic body. Her vast, curved belly felt so good under my palms, and I kneaded her flesh hungrily, longing to bask in all its earthly delights. Once I had oiled and adored her upper body, I moved down to her thighs and legs, only managing with immense self-control not to pull them open and bury my face in her pussy.

I knelt and began massaging her feet- they were gorgeous, clean and pink with each plump little toe perfectly proportioned. I soon knew that simply touching them was not good enough for my Queen and soon I was kissing and sucking her toes which met with satisfied sighs of approval from her. 

I looked up at Darren, who was still busy fulfilling her royal hunger- she arched to meet his hands, licking and sucking at his fingers as he fed her each new morsel. I managed to get his attention, and he passed me what asked for- a cream cake.

I squashed it with my hands and proceeded to smear the creamy, sticky substance between her wriggling toes and all over the soles of her feet. She gave great moans of pleasure and, as soon as he saw what I was doing, Darren followed suit and we lathered and gobbled and suckled her regal feet like there was no tomorrow. Soon the temptation became to great to resist, and we asked Samantha's permission to continue this work elsewhere. She moaned and said, under her breath:

"Yes...yes...just cover me all over...do it now!"

We needed no more encouragement and soon we were rubbing and smearing food everywhere, covering her with steaks of chocolate and cream. As we became more active, her passivity lessened and suddenly she sat up slimed a great handful of apple pie all over our cocks. It was a terrific feeling- cool and oozing and delicious. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, enfolding both our shafts in her meaty hands and sliding them back and forth, letting the gooey mess slither between her fat fingers.

Given the position, what happened next was only naturally, but it still surprised me.

Still greedily looking for more food, Samantha opened her mouth...

I wonder if you have ever had a blowjob from a Queen. Not just the Queen of a country, but the Queen of a whole Sex.

She was amazing. Probably the best ever. Her plump cheeks somehow made her mouth feel as tight as a pussy, which the sensation of her long hot tongue wrapping its serpentine way up my shaft to guzzle all the sweetness on it was simply incredible. She took turns on each of us, never showing bias or favouritism, eventually pushing us together so she could fit at least part of both our commoner's cocks into her noble mouth. She carried on with royal generosity long after we were completely cleansed, and it was so out of this world I got very lightheaded and dreamy.

When she had taken her fill she bid us to stand still, then turned around so she was bent over the sofa, revealing her most intimate delights. It was the first time we had actually seen her treasure, since before it had been secretly nestling between her gargantuan thighs, and I can honestly say it was worth the wait. She had a lovely bush of blonde pubes at the front which stopped at her undercarriage, leaving all her lucious fleshy folds totally clear for whatever we might do to it...

"And now for your feast, my worthy boys." She said

"Ours, my Queen?" Said Darren, looking at her as if hypnotised with his big blue eyes "What do you mean?"

I knew what she meant, but he didn't- and I don't think you do.

I decided to save this as a nice little surprise for him and now you, the reader, can enjoy it too- at the end of the phone conversation I had with Samantha I had suggested, as Darren went out for a drink, that after we'd fed her, we would wait for a little as it passed through her royal gut, and then we could have what was left...

"As commoners, you can't expect to eat at my table. But I have got a little gift for you- get your wineglass."

He did so- it had been drained long ago, but now Queen Samantha refilled it- Darren placed it between her beefy thighs and, grunting, she squirting out a torrent of royal piss.

"Drink it." She commanded "Drink it all up!" She heaved her bulging body round a fraction so that she could see Darren upturn the glass and drain the golden, acrid wine while fondling his hard cock. 

"Now you." She told me "Fill your glass- but don't drink it right away.Take some of it in your mouth, then suck his cock."

I did as she ordered, kneeling before Darren and giving him a nice hot cockbath in my pissfilled mouth.

"Now spit it all over him." I stood up and obeyed once again, and soon warm yellow rivulets were soaking Darren's chest. Then we poured it in each others hair, exchanged it in pissy kisses and gulped down a further glass each, all according to her instructions. She was rubbing herself by now, but seemed able to control herself enough to keep on ordering us.

After we were done with this, she announced that it was time for our food.

My heart immediately began beating even faster as she went to the kitchen and fetched a plate. Then once again she buried her face in the sofa, parted her massive cheeks and said "I've been holding this in for a couple of days now...I hope you enjoy it, boys."

We watched as her tight bowels stretched and squeezed, the little rubbery ring of muscle performing its first motions...then, in great, fat, greasy logs all the sweet desserts we had so generously fed her a couple of hours ago began coming out, looking tastier than ever. The first piece was short and thick and hit the plate with a 'fap' noise, followed by a monstrous dark brown rope of shit which coiled into a mound between her feet, splattered with bursts of filth forced out by loud and impressive farting. When the last of the filthy feast had been pushed out, the 'cook' sat down on the sofa to masturbate, watching us grabbing handfuls of her waste and guzzling it down greedily. We smeared it over each other too, but the bulk of the hot, bitter logs slithered down our waiting throats until there was nothing except a dirty plate to lick clean.

But the feast had not left Daz full - as soon as he finished gulping down his last mouthful of crap he bent Samantha over the sofa again and buried himself breathlessly in her smelly anus like a pig at a trough. She gasped and moaned louder than even, and I remembered her mentioned her fondness for arsekissing. But it didn't seem enough for her now- parting her fat cheeks with her hands to reveal once more her stinking bumbutton, she pushed it up in the air and begged

"Fuck me! Fuck my dirty arse!"

It is proof of our utter amazement at this point that, even though fucking her fat, filth-splattered shitter was probably the horniest thing that we could think of, both of us paused a full two seconds before Darren finally took the initiative and stuck his raging knob into her gluttonous butthole.

I had not even considered that Samantha would be prepared for anal, but she was, and she squealed happily as Daz had his way with her, pounding until her belly and tits bounced like balloons. I was so wrapped up in watching that I didn't do much for a while, but when Darren was finished it left me ready for action.

He shot deep in her rectum with an ecstatic groan, then swooned backwards onto the soft carpet. I quick took over before her dirtchute had a chance to close up. I was glad I'd come recently because the volcanic heat and earthy tightness of her shit-crack would certainly have caused me to finish instantly if I hadn't...as it was I felt my sperm rising in me the moment she engulfed me, and as I fucked and she grunted I enjoyed every moment I stayed buried in that cavern of filth. Her bulging buttcheeks spread out and I squeezed and slapped them as her golden hair flew in every direction. She began pushing back on me, holding her weight against the back of the sofa so every thrust I made took me as far into her bowel as possible. I could hear her screaming and I began rubbing her pussy as best I could from under her jelly-belly, all the while try to pound faster and harder...as we careered screaming to the plateau of ecstasy, I heard a tiny, wet sound and felt a warm sensation on my balls- I let myself go, every muscle in my body convulsing as I splattered white goo in her guts, and then I was back to Earth. My chest felt like it was collapsing and the sound of heavy, guttural, breathing reached my ears. It was Samantha's, and mine, and to a lesser extent Darren's, all in exhausted union.

We curled up on the carpet and went to sleep, bathing in each others' warmth. I learned something there I'd only suspected so far- fat girls give the best, warmest and most sensual cuddles.

We eventually woke up and, after washing, tidying and spraying a little air-freshener here and there we tramped upstairs and had a further rest in Samantha's king-sized bed, and snoozing until the evening, when we woke her up by giving her some team oral. 

We spent the evening in together watching films and playing games, and eventually we left the following morning. Samantha truly is a lovely person- she had a sense of humour, a sweet nature and, it goes without saying, royal generosity. Her heart, and her sex-drive, were at least as big as her body.

Sadly our subsequent experiences with her have been more vanilla, since her parents are around, but its not like sex is the only thing we have in common- like I say, never get a fuck buddy you can talk to, because when the sex dries up, there's nothing to do.

Thanks to this experiment, I also have a new t-shirt which proudly proclaims - "MORE FAT CHICKS!" Bye for now! ;)

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Kinky Experiments 03



Intro: Hi everyone! 

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3: Hippy Girl

We met her at a music festival in Cornwall in summer- the sun had beat down until the grass had turned yellow for the past few days, but finally on the last day it was cool enough to actually feel human. I was getting overpriced drinks from a refreshments vendor while Darren finished watching one of the smaller acts he liked. We hadn't got much to do until the evening, and hanging around all day in the crowds didn't really appeal to me. The girl behind me didn't seem to happy either.

"I mean, if it wasn't bad enough that we lost all our pot..." She said to me after a brief introductory complaint about the weather "Now I've got to hang around all day because the schedule has been changed and the bands I like aren't on until the evening."

I agreed and said my situation was the same. She seemed like a nice girl- she told me her name was Katie. She looked like a proper hippy, or at least a good facsimile, a little older than me (about 26) with very long mousy hair full of flowers, sandals and a huge, tattered tie-dye t-shirt which was long enough to obscure what (if anything) she was wearing on her legs. She chewed her hair absent-mindedly as I bought the drinks.

"I was thinking of going for a walk in the next field- there some shady trees there" I said conversationally, and added "If you'd like, you could come along too."

Now, at this stage, I really meant a walk. Just a peaceful stroll. I knew my ticket would get me back in in time if I was careful, and me and Daz had packed some food, knowing how ridiculous the prices were, so I thought we could make a picnic. But the girl looked at me in a skewed way, as if trying to figure something out. She was, I realised a second later, checking me out.

"Yeah...yeah okay." She said, grinning, then leaned forward and groped my arse, which was encased in tight hotpants.

I couldn't really believe it- I had just accidentally invited a girl to have sex with me.

I asked "Is it okay if my boyfriend comes?" Before quickly realising the implications and explaining that I was in fact bi.

She said, very sweetly, that if he was as hot as me then we had a deal.

We strolled back to meet Darren returning from the stage and he quickly grasped the situation.

"Wow, Sebby." He said, baby-blue eyes dilating to get a better view. "You know how to pick the best and brightest. She's gorgeous."

His innocent charm was always effective, and our new companion was soon joshing, groping and hugging us like a drunk girlfriend, which seemed to be her way. We walked in a comfortable line, her in the middle with an arm around each of our waists, a big grin on her freckled face. We pushed past the morose security guards as they sweated in their fluorescent jackets, and soon we were out in the savannah-like yellow fields outside the barrier. We talked about things- bands and the festival and our outside lives - until we were well out of view and then we began kissing and fondling in earnest.

Katie was a good kissing, if inclined to be a bit too eager manhandling us with her deceptively skinny arms in that tomboyish way she did and sticking her tongue in deep.

However, it didn't last long since she turned out to be the most oral-crazy girl I had ever met. She literally ripped off mine and Darren's hotpants off, forcing us down so she could suck our cocks. She was doing it far more for herself than for us, sucking greedily and making her slobbering way from shaft to shaft like a demon, but make no mistake- she was good at what she loved. I could well understand her lust- I have an oral fixation a mile wide for kissing, sucking, licking and swallowing and if you've read my other stories you'll know that Darren's love for having girl's pussies and arses (clean or not) in his face is unsurpassed. After she'd got us both moaning and squirming from her wet mouth, things took a very interesting turn of events. She bent down between us, lying happily on the grass with our hands behind our heads. 

"Now, I'll give you my speciality..." She whispered, sitting down on her tight, skinny little butt and slipping off her sandals "Some people think its a bit gross to start with, but afterwards they all say it's the best."

We looked at each other and grinned, quickly assuring her that whatever it was she was free to do it to us. She smiled lasciviously and continued

"Its called a Hippy Special" She said "At least, I call it that. I've always loved going round barefoot, you see- feeling the grass and the mud between my toes. And once, when I was with my first boyfriend, I put my foot on his cock and...mmmmmmmmm..." She closed her eyes "It was heaven."

While she had been speaking, she had been rubbing her feet and flexing her long, dirty, toes. She had obviously been going barefoot a lot lately, since they were very mucky, but as I watched their prehensile stretching I began to get very turned on. She leaned back, supporting herself on her palms, and lifted her legs up, wrapping one foot each around our throbbing shafts, and began to move them up and down. Her toes held us tight like fingers, their hot, sweaty grip setting of dozens of tingling nerves. Then she took turns, Darren first, then me, wrapping both smelly feet round our dicks and giving us our first and most delicious footjob. After five minutes of ceaselessly accurate caresses, she brought both of us to a creamy, shivering orgasm in which cum pumped and oozed between her expert toes. She closed her eyes, relishing the feeling, and lay back, wriggling and squirming as sperm leaked down to her heels. I suddenly had one of those urges which had been so instrumental in expanding my sexual horizons before- I lay down on my front, and began licking the mixture of sperm, dirt and sweat off the filthy soles of her feet. She did not show any signs of being ticklish, but moaned from deep down inside her gut, long and low and primal. I carried on worshipping her, indulging my newly found fetish, sucking and smelling each toe, licking between them, enjoying her scent and her taste. At first Darren seemed to think this WAS a bit gross, and just lay back watching, but as soon as Katie's animal moans became louder he joined in- nothing gets him hotter than hearing a girl scream. She was struggling to contain herself now, tearing at her clothes and her hair, rubbing herself through the t-shirt which she seemed reluctant to take off. Eventually I could take the anticipation no longer and helped off with it, although she fought and protested. When finally it lay on the grass with her sandals, we could understand, at least partly, why she had been unwilling to part with it. Apart from the fact there was nothing underneath it but a pair of frayed and dirty panties and a pair of very gorgeous, suckable boobs her armpits were totally natural- chestnut hair burst from them, lighter and thinner than a man's but still very obvious.

I remembered Lina, the Chav girl we fucked in the toilet, and the way her difference, her nastiness, had forced new sexual boundaries. Katie's natural hippy-look did this now. She was hugging herself, embarrassed for the first time but when I, followed by my platinum blonde boyfriend, told her that it was fine, she seem to relax.

"Well then..." She said, smiling "If you like a nice thatch of hair, you'd better get my knickers off- you'll like what you find..."

We didn't hesitate, and sure enough under her stained panties was a huge bush of curly pubes, spreading like a jungle almost across her tummy and under her body to what I imagined must be one sexy forest of an arsehole. She was already slimy and thick cuntcream was oozing over her unruly hair.

"Well?" Katie said, expectantly "Want to see what a hairy hippy quim feels like?"

Darren pushed me forward "You first." He said, kissing me "You deserve it for finding this girl. She's amazing!"

I didn't wait to argue but got on all fours over her. She spread her legs in a huge V shape, splitting the folds of her fanny lips apart to reveal the pink, glistering insides. I leaned forward and sank in, past the warm wet hairs and into her luscious, furry cunthole. I moaned the instant our bodies joined, because she was as perfectly snug as I could have hoped for. She moaned to, and rotated her hips on the ground, sending shivers through me. I began fucking her slowly, and with each thrust and withdrawal her curly hairs cushioned and gripped me like an old friend, tickling and soothing.

Now all this time in her company I had been smelling the penetrative scent of her body odour, but now she had removed that old t-shirt it was overwhelming, rank and intoxicatingly sexy. As I fucked her she stretched her body, her thin arms arching over he head in ecstasy, and I took the opportunity to bury my face in one of those hairy pits to inhale her stink. This turned her on even more, and she wrapped her arms round my head, not letting me escape from her stench.

A while before I came I managed to summon up the resolve to pull out so Darren could have a go at fucking her while I collapsed back onto the grass, playing with myself as I watched him pound into her tight fur-hole like a jackhammer, his tight little butt bouncing athletically up and down. Katie subjected him to a smell of her armpits as well, which made him buck even faster until he was almost a blur until with a grunt and a squeal, the two of them spasmed and reached a climax. Katie went on moaning long after Darren had stopped moving, touching herself and stroking his face and shoulders almost reverently.

After all this exercise, we decided, it was time for our picnic.

We took a little stroll (it had to be little, as we Were all walking, and laughing, a bit dopily) until we reached some shady trees. There we ate, rested and talked some more, lying back and enjoying the summer afternoon.

This went on until after about half an hour Katie announced, quite matter-of-factly, that she needed a shit.

She was about to walk off deeper into the forest when Darren asked, quite boldly, if we could watch.

She looked pretty surprised by this, but not at all disgusted.

"Okay." She said "Just stay well back- I tend to fart a lot."

I winked at Darren and we stayed just where we were.

Pulling her panties off again, she squatted and lifted her t-shirt, then made a grunting sound as a few pungent farts burst from her hirsute coit. Then thick, light brown hippyshits slithered wetly from her puckered filthhole and splattered into a nice pile on the grass, about five or six lengthy turds in all. Then, getting further into it, she knelt down on her haunches, rubbing her skinny round buttcheeks in the brown mess until they were coated, all the while letting a thin trickle of piss escape her fanny lips until the ground was soaking wet.

I was a fantastic turn on, and we both wanked like crazy. Once she was done with this little display we decided to walk little further into the forest to find another place to have wild sex. As we continued, we found an area of cracked, dried earth...but walking over it, we found out that it was not all dried. There was about a foot of cool, wet mud underneath it which oozed between our toes. In the hot, dry summer, it was like heaven- the next best thing to water. Katie, her sensitive feet setting off what must have been all sorts of lovely sensations, did not continue walking but just stood their, her eyes closed in ecstasy. We waited for her, but she made no move to leave- instead, she opened her eyes and looked at us slyly

"You know what I'd like?" She said "I'd like to fuck right here in the dirt."

Then, before waiting for an answer, she just lay down and began rolling around like a pig, coating herself with the sloppy, wet mud until all that shone through were her grey eyes.

"Come on." She said, urgency in her voice "It's fantastic- It'll be the hottest fuck ever!"

We did as we were told, me abandoning thoughts of how we were going to get clean as a matter for the future.

She was right, I thought, as I sank to my knees in the mud- the oozing, cool, slimy sensation of the brown muck over hot skin was about the most soothingly erotic thing I could imagine. Katie and Darren and myself took a couple of minutes rolling and sliding in our mudhole, letting the stuff spread all over us and smearing it over each other. I rubbed handfuls of it under Katie's shirt and into her pert tits until she began squirming and thrashing around with lust. At that point Darren eased up behind me and slapped his messy hands on my muddy buttcheeks hard, giving me a spanking to let me know he wanted my hole- I sank down further, arse in the air, waiting for his entry.

His fat, hot cock, released from the zip of his hotpants, slithered into my puckered coit and filled me up, leaving rivulets of gooey mud sopping down my arsehole. Once he had finished mounting me I tried to saddle up into Katie, heading once again for her furry dirt-splattered quim, but she stopped me

"No." She said "In the arse, like you get fucked. I want to be dirty like you." Accepting this compliment gleefully, I redirected myself, penetrating the muscular rings of her shitty bowels until I was buried to the hilt in her hot filth. We began a rhythm of fucking, Darren kneeling upright and me and Katie on all fours like dogs. However, this was a little uncomfortable for all of us, so we ended up rolling on to our sides, a sort of three way spooning, the warm breeze tickling and caressing the undercarriage of two hot cocks in two even hotter arseholes. Every time we thrusted a slippery sloppy sound bubbled up from the mud, squirting and sliming between our embracing bodies. I was a lucky boy, being at the centre of a dirty threesome- there's a sort of joining sensation when your both fucking and being fucked that works you up into a trance- suddenly you can't tell your cock from your gut, you can't even tell who you are...in the middle of it all the bodies become one seething mass of lust and pleasure.

We fucked slowly, and occasionally Katie would give another explosive fart and it would tingle and burst round my shaft. Darren whispered in my ear

"Ooo...I wish I could feel that...mmmmmm..."

And Katie giggled and sighed. 

"Perhaps you have a little in you too, Seb." She told me jokingly

"Maybe I have." I said, easing my greedy rectum open to see if she was right

I discovered I had more than a little- after a few farts escaped me, I felt a larger mass stir in my bowel- I actually needed a shit. Darren moaned in ecstasy, feeling the hot turd touch his cock head as I squeezed it out.

"I'm going to shit, Katie..." I told her "Fuck...I'm really full!"

"Me too!" Said Darren, grunting and straining

"Well don't save it all for yourselves." Katie said, authoritatively "Give me a lesson in real filth!"

She moved forward, sucking her slobbering, gaping arsehole off my cock and lay on her back in the mud.

Darren lost no time- pulling out of my arse, he went and squatted over her hirsute pussy.

"Come on Seb." He told me "Do yours on her tits!"

"No!" Katie corrected again "On my face. Shit on my face."

I did as she commanded, kneeling over her upper body and bringing my mud-splattered anus down low over her pretty, filthy face. We both began shitting together, pushing out fat logs of boyturd onto her- I saw Darren's splat wetly onto her crotch and add yet another layer of filth to her thatch. I looked over my shoulder to see the brown dump easing and coiling like ice-cream onto her face- she didn't flinch, her wide eyes and open mouth welcomed it. After I had busted the last messy lumps onto her, I turned around and rubbed it all over her body. Darren left his shit where is was, in a fat obscene lump, then lay on his back,erect cock ready to be entrenched in another hole. Katie heaved herself out of the dirt and sat on it, gasping as hot meat once again violated her shithole, and leant back, presenting her filth-matted hairpie to me. I could not resist and within seconds I was pounding into her tightness, feeling Darren's cock rub up against mine and his luscious boyshit oozing down from Katie's wrecked hippycunt. She growled and squealed and bayed like an animal...I lost all sense of the outside world in my cloud of lust, my only measure of time being the stirring in my balls as my white hot orgasm drew closer. When I finally felt it jetting ecstatically out of my body and sliming her insides, a warm wave of gooey wetness splashed onto me, her generous cunt pouring out a tide of grateful girlcum. It also drooled down onto Darren's balls, causing him to splatter his pent-up load right up into her gut with a happy grunt.

We panted, aching in every limb, unable to hold ourselves up but just as unable to move. With a great effort, we crawled out of our the dirtpit and lay down in a heaving heap. We slept, not caring if anyone should come along what they would make of us if they did. When we awoke, we found the mud had dried and cracked on our skin- cleansing us and protecting us from the sun's burning rays. We poured the last of our bottled water over us to removed the leftover dirt, and walked back with about half an hour to spare 

As if knowing that it would be the perfect end to a perfect day, all the bands we had waited to see were on top form- we jumped and cheered and bounced and catcalled until we were exhausted, all the time hugging Katie and drinking in her delicious scent.

Of course, the next day the concert was over.

Katie's friends had not been at all concerned at her being covered in mud- apparently it was something she did a lot.

This only made us more anxious to stay in contact- the thought that Katie might get dirty and horny again was enough to bring our cocks to attention almost instantly.

So far, our only contact has been through e-mail- but we told her, and she knows, that she was one of the best girls we could ever hope to meet.

Thank-you Katie- you gorgeous, natural creature.

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Kinky Experiments 04



Chapter 4: Backstage

Hey all!

Thanks again to the people who give me feedback, I really appreciate it and its always good to hear what people might like next time!

This story owes a lot, especially the beginning and the character of Jett, to the lesbian scat story 'Rock Star', so I would like to pay my respects to its author, 'Karen'. Thanks Karen- even though you will probably never read this, because it contains yukky boys, I hope you carry on as great and perverted as ever. 

* 

We were at our regular club on live band night- there had been a couple of bands on while things were warming up but now the crowd was cheering as a new trash-rock-band, complete with catchy guitar riffs and an incredibly hot female singer clad in a thong bikini and fishnets. No one seemed really bothered about what they were singing about, as long as they could dance.

But as me and Darren moshed, both complete with full slap, I couldn't help noticing a certain theme to the lyrics. Everyone else was pretty far gone, but given the heat I'd decided to lay off the alcohol and thus it was I gathered - almost all the songs were about lesbian sex, and very kinky lesbian sex at that. I began to get very turned on and grind against Darren's hot arse, keeping my eye on the lead and her three back-ups (2 more girls and a guy on drums), until finally she dropped her guitar and strode off stage with almost regal power. The bassist, taking a diplomatic stance, thanked the audience and their drummer, Skunk, who was apparently a new addition. Then they were gone, but I couldn't help thinking of the last song they had played- as she yelled the title line, "Let me be your sewer lover!" I could have sworn I saw the glistening snail-trails of arousal dribbling down the lead's thighs...

Later, I was in the toilet- the one stall which hadn't been broken in some way- and was just about to leave when, through the half open door I saw a girl come in. The very girl who had been playing bass on stage- a trashy, petite little punk with torn stockings, tight PVC shorts and a head as bald as an egg. She looked around warily and I ducked quickly behind the door again. When she was sure no-one was looking, she undid a little zip in her crotch. Then, putting up a huge booted foot up on the porcelain edge of one of the urinals, she aimed a expert gush of fizzing piss right down the drain. She sighed in ecstasy and rubbed herself as fountains poured out of her cunny. Then she licked each of her stained fingers, zipped up her furpie once more, and left me literally drooling for her.

I went out again and saw her dancing across the other side of the room. I had a few more drinks and a thought entered my head...a thought which wouldn't go away. I agonised over watching the bald girl until, finally, she left the dance and started heading back to the toilets. She headed into the gents, as I had hoped, and I followed. When she realised, hearing the door slam behind me, that she wasn't alone, she did not look at all abashed. In fact, she looked a bit pissed off with me for having the affront to be in the toilets. But I did not bat an eyelid either and, overtaking her sat down matter-of-factly between the urinal she had pissed in last time and the one next to it.

Then, just in case she hadn't got the message, I opened my mouth wide. This phased her, but only for a second- soon she'd clumped over, one huge boot dipped in the urinal, her hairy cunt revealed through the gaping split in her shorts. With a little squeak she let her bladder go, drenching my face as well as my tongue with her piss. She closed her eyes, her bald head gleaming the electric light, lost in some world of ecstasy. When she was done, she looked down, biting her lip.

I noticed that a little splash of piss had sprayed onto her boot- not wishing to waste any, I licked its dirty surface clean. The girl then pulled me up and into a long, violent kiss. She also guided my hand to rub her wet pussy.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed when we had broken apart, her elfin face grinning "That was great! I haven't ever had my piss drunk by a stranger before! But I guess you won't be a stranger much longer- what's your name?"

I told her it was Seb.

"I'm Rachel." She said "But everyone who really knows me calls me Rat. Like a sewer rat, you see- I'm always looking for the dirty stuff."

"I gathered from your song lyrics." I said

"Yeah, that's fuckin' Jett." Rat grinned "She decided there ought to be a band for the scat-loving punks so we got together. You go any further? With this kind of shit, I mean?"

"Yeah, I love it."

"Really? Well I have to tell you that before you get any more of me, you've got to pass a test."

"What test?"

"Fuck my boyfriend."

My eyes grew wide, and I began to feel almost sick with excitement and lust. If Rat thought this would separate the dirty men from the boys, she was in luck. 

"Where is he?" I asked

She grinned again

"As soon as he finds out your here, he'll be with you." She said, and shot off.

While my heart pounded, I managed to coax my trembling fingers into writing a text to Darren-

"Cm 2 toilets. Crzy girl frm band wants us 2 fk boyfrnd- mayb more fun l8r- hurry! -Seb"

I had just finished sending the message, when the guy himself burst in, looking expectant. He was as tall as me, with a nice-looking face and a bald head like his girlfriend's. He wore dungarees with nothing visible on underneath, 

and huge laced up boots, similar to the ones I had been licking just moments ago.

I recognised him instantly as the band's drummer, Skunk.

His eyes lit up when he saw me

"Wow!" He said "So you're Seb? You look fucking great- well then, let's get on with this!"

And with this brief introduction he ran into the empty stall with the busted seat and I followed.

"Rat's always after fresh meat." He explained to me "And she knows what kind I like- cute guys like you."

I smiled - I have been around too many 'manly' gay guys who think (despite all the evidence) that they are 'real men' to fall for this one.

"Don't think that means you can order me around." I said.

"On the contrary..." Skunk began struggling to release his arms from the shoulder-straps 

"I've been looking forward to a good hard fucking. There..." He said, letting his dungarees drop round his ankles to reveal his sleek sweaty body "All yours."

He straddled the broken bowl, presenting his taught hairy butt to me, a fat length of uncut cock swinging between his open legs. Drooling, I prized the slippery 

cheeks apart and inserted a finger. It slipped inside his shitchute nice and easily and he moaned, gyrating with pleasure. He farted as I let it slip in and out, the pungent aroma filling the filthy stall.

"Mmmmm yeah." He moaned "Ratty told me you like dirty shit like this...go on, you fart too."

I did as he asked, the sound ripping through my tight leather pants.

"Oooohh...that's good." He moaned, smelling my farts "Don't stop playing with my ass!"

I carried on plunging my fingers into his smelly anus until I decided I needed some real action. Unzipping my pants I eased my cock and balls through the fly, then split Skunk's buttocks once again to reveal the hairy, sweaty coit of his arsecunt. I forced the pink head of my excited dick into his filthhole and we groaned simultaneously as the earthy furnace of tight muscle gripped round hot meat.

I began fucking him mercilessly, but he kept on yelling for it harder. Thank god the music was so loud...

"Oh fuck man, yeah just rape my stinking hole...I want you to wreck me...faster!"

I couldn't keep it up for long - our bodies were soon drenched with sweat, Skunk's back slippery as a waterslide, and with an animal yell I spurted my first load of the evening into his boycunt.

"Mmmmrgggggnnnnyeah!"

"Oh wow...oh fuck..." Panted Skunk as he supported himself on the system "That was great...I felt like I was riding a bucking bronco!" He rubbed his asshole.

Suddenly, there was a restrained knock on the door, and Daz's voice

"Hello?" He said. Obviously he'd got my text.

"Don't worry." I told Skunk "Let him in. It's my boyfriend."

Skunk opened the stall door, and Daz, makeup half-melted into a black mess, his beautiful hair plastered to his face, came in looking dazed. He didn't have much time for this however, since as soon as Skunk got his eyes on him, he grabbed his tight little arse and pulled him into a passionate kiss. I could see his fat erection rubbing eagerly against Darren's stomach.

When they broke off, Skunk was smudged with vivid red lipstick and had a look of obscene lust and greed in his eyes.

"This is going to be the best night ever." He said, and me and Darren exchanged a look of agreement.

"Right, you, Seb, get up on the system. What's your name, honey?" He address my fetish-clad boyfriend.

"Daz."

"Well Daz you get behind me and have some fun. I'm going to get on with some cocksucking."

So saying, he started suckling on my now limp cock as I perched on the system, and Darren, having a lot of fun, sank to his knees and began slobbering at Skunk's fucked-out arsehole. Soon, of course, he had enjoyed a few of Skunk's loud, smelly farts in his face, but far from putting him off this increased the zeal and noisiness of his work, slipping his tongue between Skunk's thighs to lick his taint and balls.

My cock was soon awake again, and my new punk cocksucker was doing a good job of keeping it that way, only stopping to grunt and groan as Darren's tongue probed his dirthole.

As he moaned a few trickles, then a splash, and finally a fountain of piss burst from his near erect cock, splattering yellow rivers all over the toilet system and onto my trousers. His eyes screwed up with pleasure.

"Ahhhhhh..." He said, happily, seeming to indicate that he was satisfied for now "That was fuckin' great, guys. Now we're hard again lets pay Rat a visit- now you've proved you can deal with me, its time to deal with her."

He pulled up his dungarees in one movement, his pissy wet cock slapping against his belly, and I zipped myself up. We followed him, hearts beating loud and hard as the club's bass, to behind the stage. He pushed passed the bouncer on the door, saying brusquely that we were with him, and led us into the dressing room.

Before we were fully inside however, he stopped and listening. Then he turned around.

"Sssh." He whispered "We may have a real treat. When Jett, that's the singer, gets horny after a gig, my Ratty usually gives her some relief."

Sure enough, from round the corner we heard the panting and sighing of two very dirty girls

"Oh Jett you are so fucking nasty!"

"I know it gets you off, Rat. Lick me."

"Mmmm oh yeah I want that fucking dirty arsehole of yours...I hope you didn't wipe"

Jett sat flopped on the sofa, her cunny and ass exposed, her sweaty panties in her mouth, muffling her voice as Rat knelt by her, her bald head bobbing as she greedily munched on her lover's shitring.

We watched silently, and Skunk smiled.

Rat continued licking and soon announced that she had to piss.

Jett moaned

"Shit, shit, shit...oh yeah Ratty...piss for me..."

"Save some for me." Skunk stepped from our hiding place and grinned. 

Jett looked around and laughed.

"You know I always get the prime cut" She smiled

Skunk shrugged "I also know you can get piss from any of the girls."

"But...well, you know" Jett winked but said no more.

Rat turned around, still kneeling, and squirming.

"Piss for her." Skunk said. And Rat released, a puddle of yellow liquid pooling between her legs. Jett looked at her and bit her lip, moaning.

Then, when the bald girl had finished voiding her bladder, Jett looked back at her boyfriend appraisingly. I was later to learn that at first she had been opposed to Skunk joining the band and spoiling the all-female nature of their shows, but Rat, until then forbidden ground, had promised that she would be more than willing to fuck her if her boyfriend was allowed in. Since she couldn't refuse the offer of unlimited dirty fun and an excellent drummer, she had agreed.

As she watched, he playfully pulled me and Darren in front on him, unzipping our trousers.

She raised her eyebrows.

"I see you've got your fun sorted out." She said "But it's still not my kind."

Skunk, and Rat, looked a little pained.

"No need to worry." She assured them, obviously trying not to look at our cocks "I have something planned too- just as long as you promise not to gatecrash." 

Rat was about to say something when a large blonde woman stepped in. She looked at the scene with a thin, knowing smile of someone who'd seen it all before and addressed the singer, saying that there were 'two-young playmates' waiting for her at the stage door. Jett asked how young, and the blonde whispered something which made Jett very happy. She waved us, and then was gone to her own dirty adventures.

Skunk walked over to Rat, who was still kneeling. Without any ceremony, he let his dungarees drop once more and peed on her. Cascades slipped and dribbled in all directions off her hairless head until she turned her face up into the gush, washing in his pissjuice, gargling and swallowing as her buxom tits became soaked with it.

Just as the last trickles spurted out, a girl...no, a WOMAN, wearing tight black rubber and thigh-boots strode in.

She had long raven black hair which came down to her shoulders, and the body of an amazon. She was a definite bulldyke, three or four inches taller than Rat even in her huge clumping boots, and a face full of designer metal. She gave us all a twisted grin, drained the bottle of beer in her hand in one gulp, and belched loudly.

"Done enough dancing." She said in a heavy scots accent "You up for some fun?"

She took a closer look at the scene and gave a husky laugh. 

"Looks like you didn't wait for me! Skunk, you fuckin' faggit, din't anyone ever tell you to share?"

"I thought you'd have your fun with Jett." Said the drummer, helping his girlfriend to her feet

"No...she's locked herself in somewhere, probably playin' with some underage tart, the fuckin' bitch." The new girl said, but without venom "'sides, when you're told you can have all the pussy you want, then all you want is cock." 

She stared at Daz and myself hungrily as she uttered this last line.

"This is Seb and Darren." Said Skunk, feeling that introductions were in order "And guys, this is Chrissa, she's our rhythm guitar."

Of course, I had guessed this much- now all the band were together and up for some fun. Charissa came over as if to shake our hands but instead reached out and grabbed our butts with her muscular hands and squeezed.

"Pleased to meet ya." She said, smiling wickedly "Now which one of you has a taste for piss?"

"I know Seb does." Said Rat, ecstatically "You wouldn't belive it honey, he just got on his knees in the gents to slurp mine down!"

"Really? Well boyfriend here'll ha' to prove himself. Got a full belly after all that beer. You up for it, blondie?"

Darren nodded dumbly.

Chrissa grabbed another bottle from a case on the side and with a grunt of effort, pushed the cap off with her thumb.

"Down." She said, indicating Darren, and he obediently fell to his knees between her legs. Then she unzipped her tight rubber pants which split to reveal an absolutely enormous bush, curly and black and matted with sweat. As she slipped them down I saw a glint of metal. She had a clit piercing although it wasn't much use, buried in the hair as it was. With one hand tilted the beer up to her mouth and with the other she pulled apart her huge pink and purple labia.

She began chugging from the bottle and from between her huge puffy cuntlips came a jet of yellow spurting in all directions. Some gushed down between her thighs where it mingled with slimy girlcream, but most of it she directed into my boyfriend's eager mouth.

He gulped liked a pro as we three watched, but it soon became apparent that he wasn't going to finish it all. Chrissa was just keeping it coming and Darren was loosing steam. Eager for some myself knelt down beside him and we began sharing the acrid wine of her swollen bladder. But watching it spray from her pussy was not enough now.

I stretched upwards and, closing my eyes, clamped my mouth over her furry peehole and let it bubble straight down my throat. After the last was gone I started licking and eating.

God, it was foul but so, so good. Chrissa's bushy, beefy dykecunt was rank with sweat and, I guessed, the remnants of several little 'accidents'. Her love of the golden nectar obviously extended to wetting herself quite regularly. I felt someone pulling at my shoulders. Darren wanted a taste to. I made way for him. Chrissa was still chugging beer but she was beginning to kneel, and so slowly but firmly we forced her down, all the while licking like hungry dogs at her puffy, pink fanny. She finally let go of her beer bottle and collapsed on the ground, groaning and yelping at the pleasure of two hot mouths massaging her fanny.

We increased the speed, lucky Darren pushing into the dank depths of her womb and me serving her clit with the very point of my tongue.

I shut my eyes tight, trying to focus my whole mind on the forest-like world between Chrissa's thighs- her moans got louder and more animal until finally, with a guttural yell and a spasm of muscle which almost knocked me off, she emptied herself with a titanic orgasm which coated both our faces with in girlslime.

I shook myself off like the dirty dog I had become and blinked through my sodden hair. Though the blur of heat and slime I saw that Rat and Skunk had not just waited around to be entertained, and were having their own fun.

Rat was slurping away at her boyfreinds shithole, digging deep to find its foul treasures while he jacked his dick. Seeing me watching her, Ratty smiled with obscene pleasure and stuck her tongue out, letting me see the brown stains on it's spongy flesh. She was getting close to what she wanted, and Skunk was giving her all the help he could, sphincter pushing hard to combat the awkwardness of the standing position.

Incredibly, Chrissa managed to heave her taut body up, and, staggering a little from the dizziness of climax, helped us both to our feet.

"Shit, you boys are the fuckin' bomb." She said in a raspy whisper, biting her lip.

"My cunt is buzzin' like anythin'."

She looked over at the couple, still in their own loop of pleasure.

"What you need, Skunky, is some poppers." She said, walking over to a discarded rucksack in the corner, and pulling a little bottle from it. 

Rat and Skunk stopped and they all took a noseful of the liquid's fumes.

"Loosenes up the shitter." Chrissa said, ripping out a long fart through her hairy butthole to prove it. "You wanna go?" She asked us

We both inhaled a long breath from the bottle, dizzy heat clouding our heads for a few seconds.

"Yeah, I thought you would." The big girl bared her teeth "Gotta get them arseholes opened for faggit cock."

Her aggressive, lusty pronunciation of 'faggot' really go me going.

"Like you'd know anything about cock, Chrissa." Skunk sneered

"I know more about cock than you'll ever know." The dark-haired girl replied

"Yeah? Surprise me."

Chrissa growled and before I knew what was happening, she had pounced on him and they were wrestling on the ground, pushing and shoving and trying to gain purchase. Rat began playing with herself, backing away a little into our waiting grasp.

"They sometimes do this!" She whispered excitedly "But Chrissa nearly always wins and fucks the shit out of him on the floor- she fucks so hard it leaves bruises on your arse! Play with my cunny, would you? I want to concentrate."




Kinky Experiments 04



We needed no telling and fought to get into her tight shorts.

At one moment it seemed Chrissa had Skunk, caught between her legs and about to bring her full weight down on his cock, but he slithered out of her sweaty grip. Finally, after she made an ill-judged leap and fell onto the floor, he got her, shoving his full meaty length into her gaping, vulnerable cunt. He barely allowed her breath before he began pounding into her hairy orifice. They began shouting at each other.

He called her a dyke and a slut and asked how it felt to be fucked like a real girl for once. She growled at him that any fag could stick his dick in a girl but it took a man to know what to do next.

Skunk gave her a vicious spank which left a red handprint on her muscular cheek.

"Oh yeah! Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!" Rat moaned as we frigged her cunt. My fingers slipped and slithered against Darren's as she became sopping wet. I slipped my hand behind her and stuck two fingers up her arsehole- it hardly resisted at all. Now Skunk was pummelling Chrissa's ass with his hand, slapping her until her butt glowed red. Then with a groan which sounded like it was dragged up straight from his gut, he came in her and dropped to all fours, forming a bridge over the conquered Amazon, sweat dripping from his bald head.

They both panted, myself and Daz watching as we continued pushing into two of Rat's holes. I could feel fudgey lumps up in her shitter, and I took pleasure in smearing them against the warm wet walls.

"Yeaaahhhh..." She groaned, closing her eyes "Yesssss..."

Then, just as it seemed she was about to burst, she opened her eyes again and looked round.

"Do either of you need a shit? I mean, really badly?"

"Why?" Darren asked

"I feel I'm going to cum, but what would make it perfect is if one of you shat in my mouth. Those two aren't good for much..." she indicated the other two

"Oh you filthy little bitch!" Groaned Darren "I wish I could oblige..."

"I need a shit." I said quickly "I haven't had one since yesterday."

"Oooooohhh..." Rat bit her lip "Then get on with it! Now!"

She lay down and I squatted over her face. Darren crouched down behind me, pulling at his cock. Skunk, still giddy and panting, managed to step over his girlfriend and proffered his limp dick which was still slicked by Chrissa's fannyjuice. I eagerly gobbled it up, and then began concentrating on the weight in my bowels. It was itching to come out- I began pushing, slowly at first. But soon, my head being full of poppers, I literally couldn't stop the fat gooey turd escaping my rectum. It slithered out in splatters as I sucked on Skunk's earthy cock, which would totally cover Rat's waiting face. As it came out I feel her hot breath on my thighs and hear her panting- Chrissa had now got between her legs and was feasting on her hairy punkcunt.

After the first wave I felt three fat logs drop from my loose hole and she came up to meet it, licking my arse. Skunk groaned up above, his cock gradually growing stiffer in my mouth.

"Yes, Ratty, yes...aww shit...you filthy little sewer rat, eat that shit...eat it!"

Rat didn't need any telling. I heard her gulping and gasping below me.

Soon, after another few farting bursts of splattering crap, I was out.

I turned round and was rewarded- Rat's pink hairless head was now a mass of brown, all her petite features but her eyes covered is filth.

All three of us boys knelt over her, rubbing our cocks over the image of her dirt-streaked face. She continued munching away at the brown mess, muffled yelps escaping her as Chrissa violently bit her clitty.

She suddenly opened her eyes wide, opened a filth filled mouth and squealed like a pig- it went on and on hysterically as little spurts of clear girlsemen erupted from between her swollen cuntlips. She thrashed and squirmed and we let go. Three white jets spurted out of pissholes, dribbling down her shitty, filth-smeared, billard-ball head.

She lay, heaving beneath us, stroking herself skin all over. Chrissa squashed together all the remaining shit that Rat had not eaten in her powerful hands, and began smearing it over herself.

She also smeared it over us as we closed in, letting it ooze through her fingers as she painted faces, cocks and chests with brown turds. 

Eventually, we all lay down, wallowing in a long cocksucking/pussylicking head, soothing each others aching privates with hot lips and tongues. Rat got my cock in her slutty little punk mouth, her tongue stud coldly caressing my head and sending tingles down my spine. I was lucky enough to have get Skunk's cock, which I had been hoping to suck for a long time- it was long and thick- perfect for slicking up with spit. I also got to clean it of some of the filth that Chrissa's hands had slimed all over him- filth that I remembered, as if from a dream, was my own! Sandwiched between boyfriend and girlfriend, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the electric sensations of reawakening desire.

Darren, nuzzling Chrissa's pussy, was the first to change tack- he crawled in behind Skunk, spooning him and jacking him slowly as I continued to suck. Skunk squirmed and soon I gagged on his thick meat as it became clear that he was ready for action again. He rolled Darren over and pulled open his tight teen butt, revealing a pink and eager arsehole. The punk almost whimpered with pleasure as he touched it, slipping two fingers roughly up Daz's shitfunnel, getting the hungry chute ready for its ultimate violation. Everyone else was watching now, just staring to get heated up again.

Darren was horny as hell already, pushing back, his arsehole longing to gobble up cock- it got its wish- Skunk suddenly jerked forward, impaling the blonde boy's loose bowels on his fat member. Darren yelped like a dog, a sound which started like a yell of pain but ended in a long, low moan of pleasure.

They began fucking, slowly at first, but soon aching muscles began to revive and their bodies were pounding together like hammer and nails. Rat started intently at them.

Her face was still covered in streaks of brown and shiny splatters of cum, an obscene idol of filth. She now looked like an animal, teeth bared and eyes narrowed.

She got up.

"My turn..." She growled, stepping over the two fucking boys and squatted.

Now she might have been petite, but up Rat's filthy sewer of a rectum, was the longest most monstrous shit I have ever seen. She looked upwards and groaned a long, low primal groan, her little pink coit straining to open enough for the weight in her bowels to be released. It widened bit by bit, the poppers doing their work, stretching her willing hole- a brown tip poked out, and lengthened and ballooned into a fat rope...which never seemed to end! It poured out like a tide, foot after foot of turdmeat. Rat purred with intense pleasure as it slapped down onto the writhing sweat-slicked body of her boyfriend and his latest fuck-slut. They were moving so fast below her that soon the monster turd became smeared all over them, and any that was left Rat smeared over their chests, faces and legs until there was hardly anything left to see of them- just brown bodies heaving. Then Rat rolled then over so Skunk was sitting on the floor, legs outstretched with Darren sat on top of him, punk dick still buried firmly in his shitter. She straddled his bouncing cock, startlingly pink and clean against his filthy body, and let its full erect length ease slimily into her tight pussy. Oozing cuntslime spilled out over his balls, and each time she moved her dirty brown arsehole winked. It was a mind-bendingly hot scene.

"You're not gonna just watch them have fun are ya?" Chrissa whispered in my ear, fondling my cock with her big, soft hand "Not when you can have some fun with me?"

I shivered and turned, pulling her into a deep and passionate kiss. Our naked, slimy bodies ground and slithered against each other. I wanted her. God I wanted her.

Before I knew it we were on the floor, rolling in a ball of uncontrolled desire- I scratched and clawed at her leaving lurid red stripes across her skin, suckling on her fat, mature tits and rubbing her pussy until thick gobs of cream drooled from her slit, matting her fannyfur and puddling on the floor. But couldn't contain my true passion for long. I pulled her up on all fours, and she pushed her big, iron-hard arse upwards, opening it up for me to admire. It was a fantastic sight. Her dark, bushy hair was just as thick here as on her pussy- in fact, there was no break. Her hair carried on, all over her sweaty undercarriage up to where her fat, pink butthole nestled. I knelt down behind her. I could smell the aroma coming from her here- bestial sweat and the warm, earthy stench of her rectum evaporated from her taught body- there was no affectation her. She was primal woman- powerful, willful and full of burning lust. 

Without any further hesitation, I eased my head into her warm crevice, then pistoned forward. As I plunged into that white-hot hole she screeched and I felt the old sensation that fucking Lina the chav's shit-hole had first introduced me to- the hot, soft pudding of a girls unspilled waste. She groaned as my cock buried deeper and deeper in her mucky anus and encouraged me.

"Deeper, till' you full my shitpig ass right up with meat...shit, shit, get that fag cock moving..."

I wiggled and squirmed as I reached my absolute limit, my cock so far in my balls were beginning to hurt, slammed as they were against her, and then started pumping, at every stroke returning to the pit of filth at the bottom of her belly. She grunted like a happy sow at her swill every time I pulled out and my cock tickled her sensitive shitring.

A fire was building up in me.

A sort of fire which comes from angry, red, unstoppable lust- I really wanted to give this arrogant pussy-sucking bitch the fucking of her life, to destroy her proud asshole so that for months every time she tried to sit down she remembered me. She had awakened the primal man within me, and although you might never think it to look at me, the urge did not find me wanting. I rubbed her pussy violently as I picked up my speed- it dribbled piss and come as her mouth poured out a hypnotic tide of obscenity, not making any true sense except to the perverted demons which had set our minds aflame.

I pushed her down so she sprawled on the floor, her taut butt bouncing me off as I buggered her harder than ever. She squealed as her body was raped and shunted across the carpet, her huge tits splayed on either side of her chest.

Her chute gripped me tighter until I was nearly numb but still I carried on until a string of bone-jarring orgasms burst from my balls and sowed seeds of lust in her anal manure. 

I stayed there, kneeling over her- my cock popped out and slapped her arse in triumph. But she wasn't beaten yet, though her shitring was red and gaping.

"You...think...you've...beaten...me?"

She gasped, anger and pride radiating from the hoarse syllables.

"I'll get you back, you stinking piss-drinking faggit!"

She pushed me down, her arms flailing, and straddled my face...before I could move,

she sat down, the stench of her impossibly hairy arsehole engulfing my whole world. This was it. The fucked out dirtring, still wide as a canyon after its rape, began stretching and squeezing. With a snort, she forced the sticky, white strings of my own cum into my mouth. I lapped it from her rubbery purple coit and savoured it. Then with a louder grunt she pushed the head of a crap out, massive and obscene and glistering. It was forced inch by inch from her smelly gut and into my waiting mouth. I could take it all. The musky smell from her soaked and fetid pubic forest was waking my overworked cock already. She reached down and took hold of it in her big, soft hand and massaged it. On either side of my head her thighboots formed a barrier- I was trapped in my own inescapable paradise of filth. I began chewing the bitter brown lumps as one by one they invaded my mouth. It tasted foul but it made me hornier than ever. Shitlog after shitlog was gulped down until my cheeks bulged. Then all that was left were Chrissa's putrid, stinking farts. She blew a few loud, long blasts into my face, and with expert fingers coaxed one last orgasm from my aching cock. I experienced one of my most dark and beautiful moments there, my nostrils full of her smell and my stomach full of her. I felt like a part of her. My mind shut down. Every muscle ached.

I think I may have blacked out but soon enough Chrissa, that tower of strength, helped me to my feet and kissed me. Shit splattered down off our chins as her tongue, surprisingly gently, rotated in my mouth, sharing her own bitter taste.

I heard the combined yells across the room as if from miles away- as Skunk's cock spasmed into the rectum which wrapped it up, Daz's fountain of cum filled up the little Sewer Rat tart who'd shat on him, and her clinging pussy exploded over both of them.

There was nothing left in any of us then. 

With every ounce of resolution we managed, one by one, to drag ourselves to the dressing room showers, clean our leaden bodies and dress. Daz and Skunk, of course, took longest, but we were all patterned by the night's filthy events.

The club was now almost empty. It was 2am. Darren I had changed into my non-club clothes- normal daywear, since our other clothes had been 'caught in the cross-fire' and would need a wash. We sat at the bar, Chrissa treating us all to drinks, until the club finally closed. Rat gave us a lift home in her fantastically punky mini, and we slept until noon the next day.

Oh, one more thing- we were both given free copies of the band's CD. And now every time I hear the opening chords and hear Jett intoning 'be a sewer lover'- well, I remember exactly how I followed her instructions.

End