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The Three Porcelaineers, Plus One Pt. 01

By: anonymous3



My name is Ethan. The following events are entirely fictional. 

***** 

Tuesday 

I was leaving work on this Tuesday when my ringing cell phone stopped me outside the PC service shop where I worked, in a suburb of Portland, Oregon. I looked at the caller ID readout. Tasha. 

Something like nine months ago, I had spent three or four days with one of the employees of a coffee shop I frequented. Since that first encounter, we'd had one other, some three months after that one. It had been another three months since I'd last heard from her. We had discovered a mutual enjoyment of bathroom intimacy; I was regularly present when she was peeing, giving golden showers, or taking a shit. She was a big girl, and she could dump logs all the time. She had been a mistress, and still was part time, along with her day job. Though she had that background, she was crazy about me, gentle as we pursued things and affectionate outside of the kinky stuff. 

Tasha was a heavyset blonde woman who I guessed was in her early-to-mid thirties. Green eyes. Heavy, with a wide torso, and an equally wide butt. Aside from being heavy, she was about five foot nine. She wore her hair tomboy short, combed to one side along the top of her head and straight down at the back, just meeting the top of her neck. She favored jeans and polo shirts. When not at work, she was comfortable nude or half-nude if we were together. 

I put the phone to my ear now, and said hello. 

"Ethan, are you leaving work?" I heard Tasha ask. 

"Yeah, just now standing outside the front door," I confirmed. 

"Stay there. I'll pick you up," she said. "I want you, and I need it," she finished. 

"So you do want something," I cracked. 

"Keep being a smartass," she countered. "I'll let my mistress side show again." 

She had mock-dominated me in the form of a short spanking session during our first encounter. 

We ended the call and she showed fifteen minutes later, driving a late-model GMC Acadia SUV. It was white, and I thought it suited her well. Tasha was smiling after I boarded and we pulled away from the curb. We continued past the coffee shop where she had been working. There was an apartment above it, which she had owned. 

Before I could pose a question, she said, "I bought a house 3 months ago, at the same time I was taking night classes to get a certification in massage therapy. I still help out if the coffee shop needs it, and I still mistress part time. I have the massage room right in my house. I work by appointment, usually pretty steady three to four days a week," she finished. "No weekends. Those are for me. And us." 

"Wow. Changes," I said. 

"Not that I was bored. Not for the money either. I wanted something new and different and that I considered interesting and worthwhile. Massage was it, and I already have a dozen regular clients." 

"Good for you. If you like it, that's what matters," I opined. 

"I do...but aways remember I like you more. And I like what I do when we're together, more," Tasha said, with a smile and a wink. A few minutes later, she pulled into a driveway on a residential side street. She put the vehicle in park and clicked off the seatbelt. I followed suit, and we got out, went to the door, unlocked it, and entered. 

We came into the living room. High ceilings throughout the house. There was a long wall to the left with one arched opening near us. Kitchen. Looking up, I now noticed a loft-style second story, half as deep as the living room and stretching over above the kitchen. The stairs for access were tucked into the front corner of the kitchen, near the wall shared with the living room. 

Tasha informed me there were two bedrooms up there, with a small shared bath you could enter from either one. There was a short wall several feet from the shared wall, and another short flight of stairs leading down. Tasha said there was another bath down there, and her massage room, with a couple of closets, utility area, and a sitting room in the remaining space. The place was open, definitely modern and contemporary. 

Tasha parked herself on a large microfiber couch, motioned to me, and sat me in her lap. She tucked her thighs around me and leaned into me, wrapping her arms around me. She kissed my neck, and worked her way to my lips, where she gently forced my lips open and inserted her tongue. 

She broke the kiss, thern moved me out of her way and went to the kitchen to make dinner, which was French toast and choice of sides. We ate and cleared dishes. 

Tasha instructed me to sit in the living room and occupy my time while she did dishes, because she wanted time to think without me in the immediate area. Basically, she was telling me to go away, and kicking me out, verbally. 

She returned in another half hour. I always had a book I was reading, wherever I went, which is how I spent the time waiting for Tasha. She entered the room and sat next to me. 

"I know you want something," I said, giving her a sidelong glance. 

"Why do I always have to want something, when we happen to be together?" she chided. 

"I can feel it. You're sending out this vibe," I continued. 

The conversation in the SUV replayed in my head. "...but aways remember I like you more. And I like what I do when we're together, more." 

Finally, she sighed. "Yes, I want to poop with you tonight and tomorrow. I want to ask you to take Thursday and Friday off of work. I want to take a trip to a friend's house and have us all spend a few days together," Tasha elaborated. 

"And why does this trip require a few days?" I asked. 

"Because you are going to meet three other women. Two of them are old hands with fetish fulfillment, and the other is a partner of the owner of the house, who is getting the urge to try her hand." 

"You just volunteered me to let three random women engage in golden shower play and shitting on me," I said. 

"Only one of the ladies might get carried away. If she does, I'll lay down the law before you and she work together. The home owner's partner leans toward shyness. The homeowner honed my way of thinking when it comes to your fetishes. She's forty-five, and her standard operating procedure will blow your mind. And all three of them are very pretty," Tasha stated. 

I fell silent, thinking. "It takes time to build the kind of relations necessary to be comfortable doing this kind of thing with new people," I said. 

"If you're skittish, two of them will put you at ease. The third is probably going to be aggressive, admit a mistake, and bend over backwards to help you be comfortable," Tasha insisted. 

I sighed. "Nothing sick and twisted," I declared. "And what kind of trump card are you holding?" 

"I told the ladies you and I would give a demonstration, to show the trust in our relationship. And, one of the ladies requested another demo, just you and I and her." 

"Shit. I should have figured." 

"We won't do anything we haven't done before. We'll just have an audience a couple times. No matter what, I won't let anybody force us to do something. I know you have limits. I like you and respect you enough not to do that to you. I figured you could indulge your bathroom intimacy with three more lovely women you might not otherwise encounter in your life," Tasha said. 

She continued, "I'll make you a deal. If you survive the entire experience, and admit you didn't like it when it's just you and me, I'll give you massages once a week for a month. And, I'll let the lady who freaked you out shit in my mouth, while you watch." 

"Jesus, you must be overly confident," I conceded. 

Tasha scooted me between her thighs. "Would I throw you into something without being relatively sure it was going to be enjoyable for you? The time we've been together, and the things we've done, as crazy as we are about each other?" 

"I suppose not," I admitted. 

"You suppose correctly," she said quietly. 

"It's on, then," I said. 

"Ethan, you are a stud. I got your back." 

Tasha reached over for the TV remote, and we killed an hour. I remained tucked in her lap, her arms around me and my head resting on her shoulder. I was in a relaxed stupor just because being with her was so good for me. 

She began to fidget and eventually squirmed behind me. "It's time, kiddo," she said. She was ready to take me along for another few minutes of pooping and/or peeing prowess. We went down the stairs, me in front and Tasha behind. The bathroom entry was dead ahead at the bottom of the stairs. The main space had a portable divider in it, the rear half being storage and the front half her massage area. We entered the bath, and Tasha closed the door behind us. 

"No toilet," she said. "Shower." So she was going to empty herself on me. She'd done it before, on my lap and my torso. She was always seeking to change things up, and keep me interested. Right now, she peeled her shirt and bra off, tossing them on the vanity next to the door. 

She turned me to face her, pulling me into a hug. I slid my arms around her broad waist. Tasha reached down and shoved my ass forward gently, and I felt my groin press into her pelvis. She spread her legs and set her feet. She took a breath, and seconds later, gas started escaping her. It started quiet, and she tensed, and then it was a loud, rippling crackle that ended with a loud, short rumble. The entire thing had taken several seconds, and I watched Tasha's face wrinkle as she forced her body to gain some relief. 

There was now an intense ripe smell behind her, hanging in the air. I felt Tasha slumped over, some inner discomfort gone. 

I felt her move and now she was looking at me. She sighed as I returned her gaze. "You good?" she asked, grinning. 

"Yeah," I said. "Every time you pass gas it's loud," I said. 

"I've perfected it," she admitted. "That, and the luck of natural noise when it comes out." 

Now she tugged her jeans down and off, then her panties. She hugged me again, and spoke with a low, husky note in her voice. "In you go, on your knees, like a dog, with your bare back for my target, ok?" 

I mentally pictured what she was suggesting as I stripped off my clothes. My penis began to throb in the early stage of hardness. I knelt, as instructed, in the bottom of the shower. Tasha stepped in, and carefully set her feet on either side of me, standing fully erect. "Bombs away," I joked. 

"You know what? I hadn't thought about it like that, but that's exactly what you're getting," Tasha declared. She put her hands on her hips, I noted with my peripheral vision, and then I sensed her starting to push. I heard her exhale and relax, and I smelled what she was trying to deliver. 

Relaxing and gathering herself, Tasha pushed again, exhaling as she did. There was less effort here, as there was less tension in her muscles. She very carefully shuffled up so her knees were just behind my shoulders. She relaxed and pushed a third time, a long moan accompanying it. And then a sigh...relief. A split second later, something slapped into my back with a thud. The odor of rotten eggs ruled the shower stall. 

Tasha's load of shit had to be somewhat solid, just from the sound and feel of it landing on my back. Having just exited her anus, it was warm. My erection held and pulsed. I thought about Tasha's wonderful, large, wide ass looming above me. I reached down and massaged my hard member. 

"No yanking the monkey," Tasha scolded. 

"I'm not. I get so hard when you want to shit for me," I explained. I put my hand down and just let myself feel Tasha standing there, and enjoying the turd she'd left on my back. We stayed that way for another couple of minutes. 

Tasha leaned over and lifted her dump off me. She carefully stepped out, placed it in the toilet, and then wiped clean, and washed her hands thoroughly. 

I carefully exited the shower to look into the toilet before Tasha flushed. Her load had to be a foot long, and the first 3 or four inches was as big around as my fist. "I never get tired of gawking at your monsters," I said, as she washed her hands. 

Good," she said, wrapping an arm around me. "You better not. I intend to keep going at it until I'm either not into this anymore, or I get ugly," she shared. 

We stepped back in and used the shower. Tasha washed my back erotically, rinsing after soaping, then kissing the area where she'd dropped her load. She massaged the spot up and down gently, then let her fingertips dance along the spot. My cock stood up again. 

Tasha soaped and rinsed herself. I did the honors with her broad, somewhat soft ass, kissing each cheek thoroughly after I finished. She turned to me after she shut the water off. 

"I'll be back," she said. She dried quickly, then slid a robe on and disappeared for two minutes. She came back carrying a dining char, which she placed at one end of the shower. The two of us crowded in the other end. 

"Ethan, let me spank you. Just my bare hand, until your butt hurts enough for me to stop," she murmured in my ear. 

I sighed. "So you do want to hurt me some more," I said. I leaned in and wrapped my arms completely around Tasha's middle. She looped her left arm around my waist, holding me tightly. Her free hand rubbed both of my butt cheeks, much less ample than hers. Her fingertips danced around on them. "Ready?" she asked. 

"I guess," I replied. 

"You let me know when there's a good sting when my hand hits. Then I'll just smack each cheek till you say stop." 

I felt her hand move. Smack! Her hand connected, and my left cheek stung badly. I told Tasha so. Then I leaned on her and held on. She smacked my left cheek again and let the sting register. 

Now comfortable with her target, she landed her hand quickly several times. The sound was loud in the shower. Moderate blows rained down, until the soreness was too much. "Ok, stop," I said, breathing hard. I knew my left butt half was lobster-red. 

"All right, breathe. Big, deep breaths," Tasha coached. I did. Tasha's hands became gentle instruments. She caressed my sore ass, groping gently until a portion of the pain subsided. 

"Other cheek. I stop when I feel like it," Tasha informed me. 

"Hey, don't hurt me," I said. 

"This time I will," Tasha said. "So lean on me, and feel it." 

She locked me in again, and went to work. Wicked cracks sounded around the shower. She connected half a dozen times, then sped up, until her hand had to be just a blur of motion. There was no counting; she went on until I was heaving and panting like a racehorse. 

Oddly, crying out didn't enter my mind. But shit, my ass was sore. I wasn't going to sit down for two days. Tasha lifted her hand, and it smacked dead-center into my butt. I jerked. The strike was repeated, and I jerked again, then grabbed my member and pissed in the shower. 

Tasha loosened her hold, took me by the waist, and sat me atop her thighs on the chair. She blew out a loud sigh, then cuddled me close. I squirmed, my butt not tolerating the sitting. "Ok, all right, we're all done, kiddo," she said. Her sultry tone penetrated my mood. 

"Dammit, my ass hurts," I said. "Anybody tries to spank me during this outing, it'll be HELL NO," I declared. I knew Tasha wasn't being mean, just letting her desires out. Now she laughed at my remark. 

We stepped out of the shower. Tasha placed the robe around me, and she remained naked. I told her it might not be wise, and she replied that she had covered all the windows. 

I sprawled on my belly on Tasha's couch. She took her cue, climbing behind me and straddling me gently. The mere thought of her bare nether-regions touching me anywhere got my dick trying to work again. She lifted the robe out of her way. 

Tasha let her hands gently work the nerve bundle at the base of my spine, just above my butt. Then they gently fondled and rubbed both my rear cheeks for several minutes. She was trying to make me feel better, and speed the recovery of my posterior. 

Then I felt something gentle, and warm, and wet meet my ass. I heard slow, deliberate sucking sounds. Holy shit, she's kissing my ass, I thought. Awesome. Fact was it felt really good. I made a conscious effort not to come. The mental picture of her pretty face and nice lips nuzzling my ass was very nice. I was glad she saw fit to treat me to it. 

Tasha eventually slid off me, and I let her stretch out and shove herself against me, so we were side by side on the sofa. "The spanking thing was probably a little overboard," she admitted. "I think you were definitely uncomfortable." 

"I let you have your moment. Like the time I let you take a dump on my face," I said. "But I think I'd ask for no more hardcore spanking, and let you keep shitting on my face," I pointed out. 

"All right, you have my word, as someone who really likes you, and is addicted to what happens when we're together, no more aggressive spanking. Basically painless technique only," Tasha conceded. 

We ambled into Tasha's bedroom after a few more minutes. She wouldn't let me leave. I'd have to roust her early so I could change and be off to work, where I'd have to apprise my two coworkers I'd be taking two personal days. 

Very shortly after four on Wednesday, Tasha was calling. By way of answering, I said, "I guess I know where I'm expected to be." 

Tasha's reply was equally snide. "That's right. I'm training you slowly. I guess you can be taught. I'm coming." 

As it had yesterday, it took fifteen minutes for her to show. As I boarded the Acadia and strapped in, Tasha said, "I got a call from my lady friend who is hosting us for the weekend. She won't actually want to start things till Thursday evening. We have instructions to show up after five o'clock. You and I will give our demonstration after we know everyone is there. That means both of us can work on Thursday." 

"Fair enough," I announced. It meant another day with my cock trying to run the show.

The Three Porcelaineers, Plus One Pt. 02



Thursday 

On Thursday we saw the sun for the first time in two days. Up early again to go back to my place and shower, and then breakfast and we went our separate ways to work. 

I was decidedly certain that the day would drag as Tasha dropped me off. But I dove into work, and maybe because I was kind of dreading the appointment with people who shared mine and Tasha's particular fetish, but hadn't come to understand my point of view on the fetish the way Tasha had, it seemed like no time before lunch was being talked about. 

I used my entire half-hour block to eat, then went back to work, and the afternoon snowballed. Tasha called very shortly after four to say she was traveling my way, and that she had grabbed our packed materials for the long weekend. 

Tasha started talking as soon as my ass was in the seat and belted in. 

"I know you're still undecided with this. If I wasn't going to be there, I certainly wouldn't recommend this. We're not stepping into a house full of dominating bitches who live to have slaves. Remember how it was when we got together. We got comfortable pretty fast. These ladies want to indulge themselves the way you wanted to when you met me. You'll see a lot of similarity." 

From the shop, we drove fifteen minutes in the opposite direction from Tasha's house. We pulled into the driveway of a three-story Victorian hose in very good shape. Tasha parked, carried the bags, and rang the front doorbell from the covered porch. I brought up the rear. 

The door was opened by a housekeeper. She recognized Tasha immediately and welcomed us in. She had a lot of Asian in her lineage, but spoke English well, with no trace of an accent. 

We stepped into a high-ceilinged entry. Eight or ten feet directly in front of us was a horseshoe shaped staircase. Tasha said there were two bathrooms, and all the bedrooms up there. 

To the left of the entry was a large arch that led to the kitchen. To the right was the living/sitting room area. From here I noted quiet voices. The housekeeper led us in there. I took in a large room, and on the wall nearest us were two recliners, one of which was occupied. On the far wall were two long couches, one of which contained two people. 

Directly across from the couch was the TV/entertainment setup. On the near end of the wall was a door. Tasha quietly mentioned that it was the finished basement, where we would be indulging ourselves. 

Tasha pointed out the three women; on the wall parallel to us was Faye, in the recliner. Offhand she was a couple inches taller than Tasha, with a little broader torso, and, probably, I speculated, a bigger butt. She was a brunette, with a nice tan and brown eyes and very long hair, dark brown, piled atop her head in a cone shape. She had a pretty face, despite her size. On the couch were the other two ladies. A redhead who looked to be older than everyone in the room, including Tasha. She had green eyes and was probably five-eight, not fat nor skinny, with an ample figure and curves. Her hair fell straight to the middle of her back. Then there was a striking blonde, maybe mid to late twenties, lean but fit, with blue eyes and long legs and hair to the middle of her back. She was over six feet. I let my eyes linger a tad long. 

The blonde smiled and gave a brief wave. The redhead smiled, stood and walked over to us. She hugged Tasha, and smiled at me, clasping my hand and hugging me gently. "Ethan?" she said quietly. I nodded. The brunette was Faye. She took in the three of us talking, and winked at me. 

The redhead was Tess, the owner of the house. I was going to ask Tasha how old she was, but didn't yet. Faye looked to be about Tasha's age. Tess took us back out and up the staircase, into a large room to share. We left our stuff. Tasha wandered back down to the living room. 

That left Tess and I. She was dressed in black jeans and a black blouse, probably silk. Her rich copper hair was a definite, striking contrast, also bringing out her eyes. She touched my elbow gently. 

"Ethan," she said, "You aren't our prisoner here. I've never operated that way. If anything happens to make you uncomfortable, come to me. I don't anticipate problems, but we're new to each other. Tasha filled me in on the history between you two. Enjoy yourself." 

She squeezed my shoulder, and started down the stairs. I watched her go, eyeing her curves and a very round rump. She turned. "By the way, if you've never taken a shit with a forty-five year old MILF, your chance awaits. It'll blow your mind. I promise you'll enjoy it." 

I grinned at her and started down the stairs, thinking, Forty-five? No way. Damn, she's lovely. I completed my walk and rejoined everyone in the living room. I now noticed the smell of food. 

I located Tasha in the room. She had taken Tess' spot, leaving space between her and the blonde. I parked myself. Tasha introduced the blonde as Molly. Tess made the announcement that food would be served in thirty minutes. 

Tasha leaned over to me and said quietly, "I've been holding a shit since before I left work. We'll do the demonstration for the group as soon as I talk to Tess, ok?" I nodded. Molly took my hand. Tasha went over to Tess, seated next to Faye, and they conversed briefly. Tess nodded, then beckoned to me, and motioned toward the door set in the wall of the room. Tasha walked over and opened it, and we went down, to the bathroom. 

It was unlike any bath I'd seen.It had all the separate fixtures, including both tub and shower. The sink was near the door. The toilet was equidistant between the sink and the tub and shower. The room was fairly open, maybe 14 feet square. 

Tasha said the tub was it. I stripped nude and stretched out fairly flat. Tasha stripped her shirt and bra. I heard the bathroom door open again, and in less than thirty seconds, Tess and Molly and Faye stood ready to watch Tasha make her delivery.Tasha stepped into the tub, still sporting her jeans. She was turned so we could look each other in the face. Tasha passed gas, one long rumble. She liked leaving her denim when she passed gas, because it seemed to give depth or body to the noise. Now they and her panties came off, and she handed them to Molly, who placed them out of harm's way. 

Tasha was wearing a gentle smile. I eyed her naked, hefty figure openly. She squatted, her wide ass just above my belly. Things went as follows, and Tasha had a new record as far as the speed of her delivery. She was still for a moment, and then she took a breath, pushing as she exhaled. 

A soft, heavy turd immediately touched my belly. The wide end was very large. Tasha groaned, maintaining the push, her turd pressing into my skin and then starting to slide along as it grew. It just kept sliding out, and Tasha was groaning and breathing deeply. I turned. 

Tess was grinning; Faye had her head in the tub. Molly was wide-eyed, simply watching Tasha lay out the huge load of shit. At last the small end dropped out of her. The air was hung with a powerful sulfurous odor. Tasha sighed and got to her feet. "Oh, fuck," Tasha said, her relief all over her face and her body much less tense. 

Faye spoke. "He's going to get one that big when I lay down a load. How was that, stooge?" she asked. I ignored her. Tasha and Tess exchanged a look. Tess moved up and gestured Faye aside. Tasha stepped out, and managed to get the big log off me and into the toilet. She wiped, flushed, and washed. 

I sat up. Tess, now in a black silk bath robe, stepped over and carefully into the tub. She leaned over and put her lips to my ear. "Can I pee on your face?" she asked quietly. She positioned herself above me, tall and spread-legged. She unfastened the robe and it literally slid off her. Molly appeared and took it. 

I was looking directly at Tess' vagina. There was a narrow tuft of pale orange-red pubic hair above it I could just notice. Otherwise, the area was shaven and smooth. I granted my permission for her to continue. God, she was gorgeous for her age. She looked about ten years younger. She gently took my face in her hands and tilted it forward a touch. 

Tess stood there, and very suddenly, a warm, wet torrent blasted me in the face, running all over and into some of my hair. I started, having her powerful stream catch me squarely. It lasted several seconds, and Tess was absolutely still, letting her golden gift drench things. Finally it tapered off and stopped. 

I next felt a warm, wet washcloth on my face. It wiped everything thoroughly, taking special care around my eyes. I opened them. Tess' easy, sincere smile greeted me. 

She gestured me out of the shower. She chased her piss down the drain. I felt someone behind me touch me at the waist. That someone stepped around and took my hand as Tess left the tub. Molly, in a white robe of her own. 

She led me to the shower. "Now that everyone's done being mean, I get a turn. I'm not mean," she informed me. God, she's got a figure. And that great, straight, long blonde hair, I thought. 

I stepped in and turned to look at Molly. She was aware I was watching. She untied the robe, slid it off her shoulders, and let it fall off the other side of her body. What greeted me was a very nice tan, nice breasts, a shaved pussy, and wonderfully long legs. That was just the front view. 

She stepped into the shower and hit the water. I went over and stood under it. One I was wet, Molly grabbed the shampoo and started with my hair. She rinsed it, then soaped my upper half, front and back, then did my legs and my ass. I thought she might let me take care of my brass ones, but she swapped for the washcloth and gently washed my penis, and was exceedingly careful with my jewels. She cupped them gently with one of her long-fingered hands. 

I was hard the entire time; I hadn't even come off the arousal from Tasha emptying herself. Molly washed herself, and I simply stared all the while; she was beautiful. When she finished, we both stepped out and dried; Molly worked her hair over, then the rest of her, leaning and moving gracefully the entire time. She hunted down her hair dryer and used it. Both of us re-dressed; Molly favored low-rise flared jeans; I was in my typical athletic pants and t-shirt. 

Downstairs to the kitchen for dinner, and we found a classic spread, buffet-style: pot roast, mashed potatoes, gravy, carrots, salad and rolls. Everyone filled plates. Faye had a sizable appetite. Tasha undoubtedly felt empty after her performance, and was probably starved. 

Everyone sat. There wasn't much conversation as everyone enjoyed the food. Tasha was to my right, Molly on my left, and Tess and Faye across from me. The housekeeper stood near the buffet, making sure everyone had what they needed. She eventually sat and ate. Molly, lean and fit as she was, ate fair portions. 

Everyone finished within thirty minutes. There was chocolate cake for dessert, but everyone passed until later. Molly helped the housekeeper with cleanup. I noticed Faye went into the basement. Tess and Tasha retreated to the living room. I sought out the housekeeper, Ann, and told her the food was excellent and her effort appreciated. She beamed. She confided that Molly had assisted. 

I joined Tasha and Tess in the living room. Eyeing Tess, I said, "You found yourself good people. This house is amazing." 

"Thank you," she said. "I enjoy it, and the hired help likes being here. She doesn't have to work as hard as you think. I take care of the main floor myself. She handles upstairs, and only cooks a lot if there's a group here." 

Tasha said, "Ethan, I don't mean to kick you out, but why don't you go down and find Faye? You two should talk." 

Alright. I thanked Tess and left the room, exiting through the basement door. I figured Faye was around the bathroom, and she was. She had vacuumed and mopped the tile floor, and was setting up the automated shower cleaner. She came back to scrub out the sink and spotted me. She went and found a chair, which she set up so the two of us could hold a conversation. 

I let Faye start. As she scrubbed the sink, I looked at her wide buttocks admiringly. It was like she'd tucked two medium-sized watermelons into her pants. Wow. The cheeks were a tad rounder than Tasha's and drooped more, besides being slightly, though noticeably, wider. Her torso was equally wide, but she didn't carry a bunch extra in the belly area. She had wide thighs packed into her jeans, which were a perfect blend of comfortable, but fitted well enough to emphasize her arse and healthy thighs. 

Faye did start. She said, "I got scolded by Tess for calling you a stooge, and sent down here to clean the fun room as penance." 

"I didn't take offense," I told her. "But why did you say that, for curiosity's sake?" 

"My mouth got the better of my brain. I knew I maybe should watch it, but I get a little drawn in when I have a chance to indulge my fetishes," she said. 

She finished the sink and knelt at the tub, where she took about 15 minutes. As she opened the toilet and added the cleaner, she said, "I feel your eyes follow me all over the room. What has your attention?" she asked. 

"Tasha's not small," I said. "I felt the same draw when I was in the coffee shop where she used to be a full-timer. I don't necessarily know that I'm into big women, but her particular look drew me in. You see where it's gotten me." 

I continued. "Secondly, I like big asses, I guess. And that means the ladies might not be small or even average size. I like a fit woman as much as the next guy, too, though." 

Faye looked at me and lasered a full smile at me. "Hmmmm," was all she said as she continued to work at the toilet. She finished the bowl, then knelt to sanitize the outer surfaces. 

She left the room, returning in three minutes. She was now wearing a bathrobe identical to Molly's choice earlier. "Stand up for me, please, Ethan," she said. I did, and she sat herself in the chair. Then she gently lowered me onto her lap. 

"I apologize for my mouth. It was not a good thing to say. I didn't mean anything by it, and I told the other two ladies that. But watching you and Tasha, it gave me a rush." 

I replied, "Apology accepted. Tasha said you could be a little rowdy." 

She said, "Truce. You and Tasha are going to give me a personal demonstration, maybe tomorrow sometime, I hear. I'll make you a deal. If you let me enjoy myself with you a little, I'll throw some good attention at you, and give you a blowjob that'll warp your mind. I'll let you come in my mouth, and spit in a Solo cup, and only stop when it's full." 

"Damn," was all I could think to say. Then I added, "Is that even possible?" 

"Oh yes," Faye assured me. "Can we just sit for awhile? Are you comfortable?" she asked. 

I turned to face her, and straddled her big thighs, and said, "Now I am." Boy, she was wide. She wrapped her arms around me, and I put my chin on the shoulder to my left. "You're a big girl, but you're still pretty enough," I said. And she was. Dark hair, big brown eyes, and well-formed facial features. 

"Thank you," I heard. She reached for something, and realized it was water. She must have been drinking like a horse to help her digestion. We sat for probably half an hour. 

Then the news. She cleared her throat. "Ethan, I'm going to have to go over and take a shit," she said. "If you're not feeling ready to join me, I won't make you." 

"You just finished cleaning it, too," I noted. "I don't know if I'm ready, but part of me wants to come along," I added. 

I made to stand up and move toward the toilet. Faye pushed me back down. "I can walk," I said. 

"I'm wondering if I can carry you," Faye said. 

"That's a little crazy. Don't hurt yourself," I pointed out. I stood up. She shook off the robe. She flexed one bicep. It had to be a bit bigger than my closed fist. She planted a foot, and flexed her thigh. "Come here," she directed me. I did, and I knelt in front of her and attempted to wrap both my hands around its circumference. My fingers remained about two inches apart. 

"A little fat here, a little fat there, and a lot in my ass and my tits. Appearances are deceiving," she pointed out. She sat me back in her lap, now naked. I leaned over her shoulder and wrapped my arms across her upper back. 

Faye worked her hands under my ass. Then she stood up, and clamped my legs to her torso. I overlapped my feet at her lower back. She stepped easily toward the commode six or eight feet away. I bounced a bit as she walked. She put her back to the toilet and squatted. My ass touched her thighs, and I unlocked my feet. 

She settled to the toilet, her thighs bulging as the muscles flexed and took her bending and my weight. "Ho-ly shit," I said. Faye laughed, a musical but sexy, sensual note from somewhere inside her. 

Faye pulled me close. "Here we go," she said quietly. I leaned in, and I smelled a mild clean smell in her hair, and a slightly sweaty odor on her skin. I breathed deeply. The calm was disrupted. Faye's gas made a five-second rolling crackle echo long and loud into the bowl. 

Faye took a huge breath; her body settled further. She flexed her belly and spread her legs slightly. My already-active standard equipment hardened further. The push started; Faye groaned. She inhaled, muscles flexed, and she pushed some more, and I could actually hear the mass moving out of her. A third push and I heard Faye's load drop heavily into the toilet. 

She spread her legs, and a wicked ripe odor rushed upward. I moved myself off from Faye's shoulder, and we looked long at each other. Faye's smile was huge; she pulled me back toward her and her lips gently met mine. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth. She rolled it around, letting it fill the entire space. 

Then she pulled away, and I stood. Faye followed, reaching for TP. "Come take a look before anything ruins the monster," she said. I did. Faye's turd was very healthy. I guessed about 8 inches, but big around and somewhat solid, the color light. She was definitely talented, and had a professional push that left every dump as big as possible, which she undoubtedly took pride in. Faye wiped and flushed; the toilet protested but didn't back up. 

"All right. Here's the deal. I'm kicking you out of here, so I can shower. Go back upstairs so the others know I didn't molest you and leave you in a trance. We'll all have cake. Then I expect you to come join me up in the bedroom where I'm staying. I think I'm right next to you and Tasha," Faye said. 

I headed for the main floor. Tasha was leaning against the wall near the door when I stepped into the room. She said, "Well, you're walking, and you're not in shock, so Faye must have behaved herself." 

I replied, "She apologized. She just wants to be able to indulge herself and be satisfied, because she only gets the occasional chance. I accepted. I kept her company while she worked. She's in the shower, and when she's back she expects cake." 

"Did you two get any toilet time?" Tasha asked. 

I said, "Yeah, she shit a brick. In the bowl," I clarified. "I got a look. It was as nice as your average work." I watched Tasha sigh and close her eyes. She reached out and pulled me toward her. "I'm fine," I said. "She just needs an outlet for her eagerness." 

Fifteen minutes later, Faye appeared, in the bathrobe and with a towel around her mass of hair. I wondered what she looked like when it was down. I wanted to find out. Tess left the room to dish out the cake. She distributed plates to everyone. Tasha drifted across the room to the sofa opposite me, sitting next to Molly again. Those two seemed oddly attached to each other; but Tasha was open to that kind of thing. 

Once I had my serving, I walked over carefully to the second couch, perpendicular to Molly and Tasha. Faye joined me. Everyone enjoyed the cake in relative silence. When we'd all finished, Faye looked at me meaningfully. 




The Three Porcelaineers, Plus One Pt. 02



I moved over and touched Tasha on the arm, and let her know what Faye wanted from me. She nodded. Faye walked over and had a word with Tasha. She nodded again. I could feel Tess watching the entire interaction. As I departed toward the huge main staircase, I met Tess' eyes, and nodded, giving her a comfortable smile to let her know nothing was amiss. 

I headed up the stairs, denoting Faye's room because it contained traces of an odor I now associated with her. The bed was drawn down, and I stripped to my boxers and sprawled in it. Not that I was in charge or anything; I was hoping Faye would cuddle and touch my bare skin. I was not one for being touchy-feely, but since meeting Tasha I had come to like the feel of a woman's hands roaming over my body. 

Faye entered the room 5 minutes later. "I see you found it okay. And made yourself at home in the bed," she added. She unwrapped the towel from her head, and took ten minutes to comb and blow-dry her dark brown hair. Dry and hanging straight down after the fresh wash, it was lustrous and made Faye even more attractive in spite of her size. 

Now she made to pile her hair back on top of her head. "No," I said. "Leave it. Please. I wondered what you'd look like with it down. It's beautiful," I told her. 

She ditched the robe; the curtains were drawn over the two windows in the room. "All right," she agreed. She walked around the other side of the bed and slid in. She found the remote for the medium-size flat-panel TV and used it. 

Faye sat with her back against the headboard. I slid closer to her right side. "You want to slide between my legs?" she asked. 

"Can I?" I asked. 

"Sure." She lifted me over her thigh with ease. She pulled me back toward her and I placed my head carefully below her shoulder. Faye draped her legs over mine. I suddenly felt very cozy. We watched an hour of National Treasure on cable. Then Faye slid down, drew the blankets up, cuddled me close, and killed the lights. 

Before I fell asleep, I felt Faye breathing in my ear. "Sleep tight, Ethan," she said. I felt her give me a long, sucking kiss on the cheek.



The Three Porcelaineers, Plus One Pt. 03



Friday 

The smell of food awakened me first on Friday morning. I roamed carefully down the hall and freshened up. I lounged back in the bed with Faye until about 7:30. 

Then I trooped downstairs after raiding my bag in our room for PJ'S and a t-shirt. Molly and Tess and the housekeeper were in the kitchen. The housekeeper stood at the cooktop with a cup of coffee near, and the other two sat at the table. 

I helped myself to food. Tasha appeared fifteen minutes later and did the same. Eggs and toast, or pancakes and sausage with coffee or juice; not bad. I finished the food slowly. Faye appeared by 8:30. Molly stayed with Faye while the rest of us, minus the housekeeper, moved to the living room. 

Tasha and Tess grilled me about the late evening hours I'd spent with Faye. I told them she'd let her hair down and cuddled in the bed over a movie until we fell asleep. 

They took me at my word, and the two wandered the house over more coffee. I charged on through the book I was reading for an hour. Tasha drifted back through and said she'd told Faye the private demonstration she wanted should happen shortly. She departed again. 

Molly drifted through next. "Ethan," she said to me, "can I ask a question?" 

"Yes, ma'am, you can," I told her. She then told me it was kind of weird. "Ask anyway," I allowed. 

She stood silent, and I could tell she was thinking about what approach was best. Finally, she said, "If I wanted to, do you think Tasha would let me join her while she takes a dump?" 

"All you'd have to do is ask," I replied. 

"I'd feel kind of weird about it, and I was afraid Tasha might think it was weird I was asking. I was hoping you might pass on my request," Molly said. 

"All the time you two have been around each other thus far, and that hasn't come up, huh?" I said. 

"I've only been considering my desire to join her since last night," Molly told me. 

"All right. I'll talk to her for you if you feel awkward about it, no problem," I assured her. She thanked me and left the room, and I watched her tall, supple figure depart. 

Fifteen minutes later Tasha reappeared. We just looked at each other, and I eased out of the chair I was occupying. Tasha led the way to the lower bath. Outside the door, she said, "I think you know what Faye wants me to do." 

"You put the bulls-eye on my face again, didn't you," I stated. 

"She likes kinky. If she can't do it to you herself, the next best thing is for her to watch it happen and get turned on. She asked if we'd done it before, and I said yes," Tasha clarified. 

We stepped into the bathroom. Tasha stripped topless and left her jeans on. Five minutes later, there was a knock on the closed door, and Faye peered in. 

"We're good. Come on in," Tasha invited. Faye did. She was wearing light-colored jeans and a dark pullover top. Her hair was in the sexy heap on her head. Her ass looked stuffed into the rear of her jeans. Fuck, I thought. Bend over, baby doll. 

She moved past me and Tasha and stood near the shower. To begin with. Tasha hugged me and pushed my face into her ample tits. She wrapped her arms around me, and we stood for a minute until she loosed loud, rumbling, crackling gas. I felt her shift her feet and bend slightly as it made it's way out. There was an intense sulfur smell. 

Tasha sighed, and she relaxed and we stood there another few minutes, and she gave an encore that wasn't quite as long, but louder. "Oh, Tasha," I moaned quietly. She released me and peeled her jeans and panties off. 

She moved in front of me. I turned, and she took my arm and backed her ass into my pelvis, leaning over to really shove it home. It wasn't forceful, just very deliberate. 

Faye moved and stripped a bathrobe off. She disappeared into the shower. I was next. Faye had sat herself down with her back to one of the short ends of the tub. When I stepped in, she eased me down and leaned me back so my head rested on her raised knees. I stretched my legs to the front. Tasha stepped in, one foot to either side of my legs. She backed up carefully and squatted, her ass a few inches above my face. 

I felt Faye reach out and gently cup my face with her hands. I reached out and put my hands on Tasha's thighs, even with her big, soft ass. She relaxed, and the delivery was coming sooner than later. Her anus gaped open and pulsed. I heard Tasha take a breath, then let it out slowly. Her anus filled brown; dark. Tasha bent forward just a little, still pushing. Her turd grew, dropping to touch my forehead. 

Tasha grunted. I heard her shit sliding out, and then it was literally slapping me in the face. She sighed, completely relieved, at my expense. Fortunately her solid turd rested at or above my nose; at least I wasn't going to get any in my mouth. Things smelled very earthy, and there was weight to Tasha's shit. 

"Too bad it doesn't smell worse," Faye remarked. 

"It usually does," Tasha answered. "And I do it with him anyway." 

The two let me stay there for a couple minutes, admiring Tasha's result, and the fact that it was resting all over my face. Eventually Tasha stepped out, then leaned back in and lifted her deposit off me. While she was out, she grabbed a couple of baby wipes and cleaned my face. I opened my eyes, then cleared out of the shower. 

The turd in the toilet was draped all over itself, but it probably would have been close to eight inches long, as brown as straight black coffee. Tasha wiped and flushed, and cleaned her hands. 

The ladies put their clothing back on and we made our way to the main floor and continued upstairs. All the clothes promptly came off again when the three of us entered Faye's room. The two ladies stood near the bed, and Faye looped her arms around Tasha's ample waist. Tasha allowed herself to be kissed on the lips. 

They continued for a few minutes, Tasha apparently not bothered at all with the lesbian twist to things. Faye broke the kissing and looked Tasha in the face. Tasha knelt. There was also a small desk and chair in the room, and Faye drew the chair over near Tasha. Faye sat, and gently shoved Tasha's face into her crotch. Faye spread her legs wider and I heard my lady working lips and tongue on the fellow lady's pussy. This went on for several minutes, and then Tasha began using her hands. She rubbed, and Faye let herself get close to release. 

Faye stood, and Tasha leaned back on her hands, now sitting on the floor. Faye squatted. She played with herself fiercely, and she gasped and screamed and sprayed Tasha's torso when she came. Faye bent over, panting and collecting herself. She retrieved more baby wipes and cleared Tasha's torso of her gift. As I watched Faye moving, I noted she had a thick patch of short dark hair some distance above her vagina. 

When Faye recovered, Tasha got up. She made Faye kneel. Tasha turned her back, and thrust her ass into Faye's face. When it was engulfed by flab, Tasha reached back and kept Faye's head still. Working hips and knees, Tasha shook her ass for several minutes. She was panting when she finished, but she wasn't letting Faye off the hook. 

She directed Faye belly down on the bed. Faye's huge cheeks formed two small hills between her lower back and upper thighs. Tasha contemplated things, and then her bare hand smacked Faye in the ass. She smacked her a few more times in slow rhythm, and then she let loose a volley of fast, hard slaps that cracked loudly when her hand met flesh. 

Then it was over. Faye reached back to rub some pain out of her caboose, but Tasha prevented her, and made her wait out the crazy sting. Then Tasha herself gently rubbed both of Faye's ass cheeks for a couple minutes. 

Faye was allowed off the bed. She re-dressed. Tasha told her she and I were going to our room. Faye nodded. 

I figured I would use the opportunity to inquire for Molly's sake. I was right. Tasha wanted to have a conversation. 

"Fun stuff, huh?" she asked me. 

"At least it wasn't me getting spanked," I answered. 

"Which is better, shit on the face, or being spanked?" Tasha continued. 

Getting shit on doesn't hurt, as in physically," I replied. 

"I'll have to remember that," Tasha declared. 

I figured now was as good a time as any to make an inquiry for Molly. 

"Well," I said, "Molly wanted me to make a request on her behalf. She's apparently feeling drawn to you, and wants to join you while you poop, and let you have your way. She felt awkward asking you personally," I finished. 

"I'm not surprised at what she wants. If you're ok, I'm good," she said. I said it was fine. Tasha said she was probably going to have to eat a lot at lunch, drink a lot of fluids and walk, so she could treat Molly to a proper experience. 

Tasha and I sat and cuddled on the bed for a while, and then there came a gentle knock on the room door. It opened and Tess stuck her head in carefully. She entered all the way. 

"I wonder if I could borrow Ethan," she said to us. Tasha looked at me. I think she already knew what Tess wanted, and I thought I could probably guess. I moved off the bed and stepped through the door into the hall. Tess led the way to the first floor, then through the living room to the basement door. 

We went down into the bath area. Tess pulled her pajama top off. She was naked underneath. I pulled my sleepwear off, and stepped closer. Tess wrapped her arms around my waist. She guided my face to her chest, where I nuzzled and kissed her breasts and used my tongue on her nipples. My hard-on started. Tess passed gas, a low rumble that ended with a long crackle. 

"We can sit on the throne together, or step in the shower. I'd rather use the shower, and shit on your belly. Your choice, though," she said. 

That gorgeous red hair. Nice tits. Easily ten years off her 45, I thought. Then Tess stared into my face with her vibrant green eyes. "You know you want me to squat and take a dump," she said quietly, grinning wide as she looked at me. "The shower," I admitted. 

Tess peeled the balance of her clothing off and sauntered over to the shower and stepped in. I followed, and eased myself down opposite her. She moved and planted her feet on either side of me. She lowered herself, resting her arms on her thighs. I eyed her smooth, pale skin and compact, rounded butt cheeks; not wide, but ample and fleshy. Tess was about to set a speed record. 

Keeping her perch, I heard her inhale, tense her belly muscles, and give a long groan while she pushed. Her anus opened, I saw a touch of brown, and then it moved, hit my stomach, and grew, big and long and dense, but not overly soft. Until it dropped free and rested on my skin. Tess stood and took a deep breath, completely relieved. 

My erection was absolutely bananas. A lovely 45-year-old had given me a serious turn-on. Surprisingly, there was only a mild odor. Tess's deposit was a very healthy eight inches long, I guessed. She left things for a moment, then stepped out and moved her gift to the toilet after lifting the lid. She wiped and flushed. She stepped back into the shower. 

"I might be pushing it. But can I pee on you again? How about I get your hair wet?" 

Tasha didn't pee on me often, but it was welcome when she did. I gave Tess my ok. She maneuvered my head gently under her vagina. In a matter of a few seconds, Tess unleashed a strong stream right onto the top of my head. I heard her sigh, and felt the warm wetness running down the sides and front of my face. In ten seconds, she was done, but she may as well have been using a fire hose. 

I tilted my head, and let my tongue find Tess's pussy, and I gently licked it clean. She sighed contentedly as I worked, but didn't get overly worked up; it was just relaxing for her. 

The shower started. Tess's urine went down the drain. She wet my skin. She washed and rinsed my hair, then soaped and rinsed my entire body. She tended to herself, looking even sexier with her hair wet. 

We both stepped out, and dried and dressed. We went back to the room where we'd left Tasha. Standing there, Tess kissed me full on the lips, laying out a huge smile. She looked at Tasha and said, "You are so damn lucky. No nerves, no freaking out, calm and easy as you please. Keep him, use him, and bring him to me sometimes so I can partake." She looked at me, and added, "You, don't get bored with the good kinky stuff. I want more opportunities." 

All I could add was, "Yes, ma'am." 

The three of us returned downstairs. Breakfast was apparently cleared. The housekeeper was at work; I could hear the vacuum. By the time I settled myself in the living room, the help was dusting things, efficiently. 

Soon after, I had to answer nature's call. Since I knew of a bathroom on the upper floor, I used the stairs, and found it. As I entered, I looked back down the hall, and there was Tess. 

"You probably take your privacy most of the time. I think you're probably the type. But I wondered if I might keep you company?" 

I'd never had a woman present while I did my business. But again, I gave my ok. 

Tess came down the hall and entered. The door closed, and Tess stepped out of her fresh jeans and panties. She sat herself down, and guided me between her legs. At least the proper anatomy was over the bowl. 

I tried to relax, slumping back into Tess. She slid her hands under my shirt, playing her hands across my belly. She began a gentle massage. More tension left me. 

"There. Relax," Tess whispered in my ear. The massage continued until things took their course. I finished, and washed my hands. Tess put herself back together. She hugged me and patted my butt affectionately. Grinning, she said, "You're welcome." 

Huh. Never had a belly massage before. 

We returned downstairs. I read for a while, and the weather was nice, so I walked, going easy since I'd just showered. I returned within half an hour. It seemed everyone was in the kitchen, because I heard voices and laughter. Women doing their thing, I guess. 

I killed more time reading, and I found that Molly was also in the living room. As I paused, she caught my eye, walking over to sit next to me. "You talk to Tasha yet?" she asked. 

"Yes," I said. "She told me she wasn't surprised, and also said if I was ok with it, she would oblige you. Some time after lunch and before dinner tonight," I offered. 

"Cool," Molly said. "Does she take it easy with new people?" 

"Put it this way. Tess taught Tasha how to work. If you're comfortable with Tess, you'll be fine with Tasha. Anything you don't want to do, she won't do," I said. 

I went back to reading, but Molly remained next to me. Tasha and Faye poked their heads in to announce they were taking a walk. Again, Molly chose to remain with me. 

I decided to explore the basement area a little more, and I discovered a nine-foot pool table, in very good condition. All the required equipment was ready for use. I journeyed back upstairs and found Tess and asked permission. She consented. This time Molly followed me. 

I set things up and killed an hour playing eight-ball. I returned upstairs for lunch around noon. The housekeeper prepared a small feast; fajitas, fruit, chips and salsa and cheese dip, with ice cream. I elected to eat light, but Faye's appetite was at it's usual, and Tasha ate slowly and let her belly fill. 

Tasha drank plenty of fluids and took a longer walk an hour after finishing. I rested and returned to the pool table for a few rounds of nine-ball. I heard the door open and close, and figured Tasha had returned. 

Molly and I went back to the main floor, and found Tasha lounging on a big couch, drinking more water. Before I could ask the obvious question, Tasha said, "Maybe another hour." 

Molly and I resumed our prior seats. Tasha came over and wedged herself between us, then parked Molly on her lap. She encouraged Molly to relax. After several minutes, Tasha passed gas. It was a rumble, muffled by the couch cushion. She released another noisemaker in another several minutes. 

Molly squirmed a bit. Tasha leaned forward and had her lips in Molly's ear. "Relax, honey. It's harmless noise. Am I making you nervous?" 

"No. Mostly I want to give in, but my body is fighting my brain," Molly explained. 

Tasha nuzzled Molly's cheek, kissing her. "I promise. We'll get along just fine." Molly surrendered and slumped into Tasha. Tasha wrapped her arms around Molly, then gently copped a feel through her shirt. 

The next thing happened and changed the timetable a bit. Tasha took a deep breath, clamped her thighs, and forced more gas out of her belly. This one was an abnormal dandy. It was loud and long, and Tasha's face was wrinkled the entire time it was escaping, until it was finished. 

"No more hour. Let's go," she declared. Molly stood, and as the two of them made their way to the door and the basement stairs, Molly's eyes asked, Are you coming? So I followed. Down we went, and once in the bathroom, Tasha asked Molly, "You want to sit while I torture the toilet, or you want to use the shower?" 

"Dump it on me," Molly answered. 

"Right on that lovely face, then," Tasha speculated. 

"No...don't do that. Somewhere between my snatch and my tits," Molly clarified. 

Tasha made a move that stunned me. She peeled all her clothes off, and she walked over and lifted Molly in a cradle position, carried her to the shower, and set her inside. Molly was wide-eyed. Tasha stepped in and knelt so her ass was directly over Molly's flat belly. 

Tasha took a breath and started pushing immediately. I was standing to the rear, and I saw the large end of her turd start to drop toward Molly's belly. It eased down and touched it, and it was a big one. Tasha breathed and kept pushing. The load slid toward Molly's chest, big end first. It moved fast, and then it was out. Eight inches, huge even for Tasha, dark and soft. It was a bit crooked, and I could see a streak on Molly's skin; Tasha had made a wicked push, forcing the turd out and causing the streak as the shit rubbed along Molly's belly. 

Molly went into a trance as things started. Her eyes were big, and a slow smile spread across her face. She reached down, and I assumed she was rubbing herself. Tasha let her work for a few minutes, and even while she delivered her log, she began fiercely rubbing Molly's pussy. Molly bucked and squirmed. Tasha gently slapped Molly's labia, then slowed down and rubbed the spot just above Molly's slit. She parted it, rubbed it gently for a minute, until Molly screamed. She grabbed Tasha's hand. Tasha took it, and she slapped Molly's labia some more. 

Molly's body was done for. She thrust her hips up. Tasha parted her labia. Molly screamed again, reckless in her climax. Molly released a torrent of fluid, which arced up and splashed noisily into the bottom of the shower. 

Tasha stood and moved quickly. She moved her large turd after stepping out of the stall. She scrubbed her hands and Molly reached up to get a hand out of the shower. She stepped out on shaky legs. She tried to go across toward the door, but Tasha stopped her, sat down on the toilet lid after wiping, and sat Molly on her big thighs. 

Molly took immense breaths, trying to relax after her powerful orgasm. Tasha cuddled her close, and Molly shook visibly after her sexual release. Tasha held her until the shaking stopped. Molly buried her face in Tasha's nicely formed big tits. Tasha lifted them, and Molly moaned. 

Once things were under control, the ladies dressed and we made our way to the second-floor bedroom Tasha and I were sharing. Molly wanted nudity again immediately. She arched an eyebrow at Tasha, who smiled shyly and took her clothes off. Molly dropped onto the bed in front of Tasha, easing in close and planting her face in Tasha's tits again. 




The Three Porcelaineers, Plus One Pt. 03



Molly paused to look at me, saying, "Your girlfriend is on a share plan until she leaves." 

"You say so," I replied. Tasha laughed, and then she rooted around in the night table and found two strap-ons. She tossed, Molly caught, and then Molly came to me. 

"I want to give your lady some lovin.' You going to be offended if I use this" (she held up the pseudo-penis) "to pump Tasha's pussy? You can't stay. You should keep Faye company," she suggested. I smiled gamely, kissed Molly's feet, and left to find Faye. 

I checked Faye's room, and didn't have to go any further. 

"Hey," she said as I looked around the door frame. "Tasha just had a porcelain one-on-one with Molly, who has decided she needs to fuck Tasha," I said. 

"Huh. Interesting," Faye decided, and then she smiled shyly. I walked over and sat next to Faye on the bed. I thought about yesterday when I had cuddled with Faye after I had joined her on the toilet. 

"Hey, Faye?" I said, turning toward her. She looked at me. "I liked it when I was cuddling in here last night when you were naked. Can we do that again?" I figured I'd get a bubbly laugh, but instead she leaned into my ear. 

"Absolutely we can do that again." She slipped her clothes off, and slid into the bed. I nestled in next to her and put my face in her chest, enjoying it for a few minutes. Then I shifted and just leaned into her. We stayed that way for several minutes, and she proceeded to lift herself over my left hip, which meant she dragged her ass across it. My dick stiffened immediately. When her ass slid over my pelvis, I rolled to my back and let her monster cheeks rest in my groin, soft and warm and heavy. I moved slightly so I wouldn't get squished. 

I looped an arm over her hip, pulling her back toward my groin. "Ohhhhh, fuck," I moaned. Faye understood. She balanced herself with her forearms on the bed, and proceeded to rub and grind and shove her posterior all over my groin area. I loved the feel of the fleshy mass working across my skin, with all kinds of squishy give. She slowed down and really rubbed herself on me. We ended up drawing things out for at least ten minutes. Faye was breathing just a touch heavy when she was done. 

I sat up and leaned into her back, gently putting my arms around her middle. "Thank you, Faye," I said. "You're welcome," came her reply. We sat that way for several minutes. My hands moved up and played with her tits. After a little working, she sighed. Then I heard, "Are you watching where your hands are, or just groping?" 

"Completely by feel," I confirmed. 

"Well, mommy like, so don't stop." 

I obliged her, rubbing and fondling and squeezing gently for a long while. The afternoon marched on. I didn't try to guess how the other two had fared next door, and I figured Tess and the housekeeper were keeping each other company. I stayed with Faye. Eventually I heard the door open where Tasha and Molly were camped. Someone came down the hall and proceeded down the stairs. 

Five minutes or so later, I heard returning feet. The door to Faye's room opened. Tess stood in the doorway and said, "Molly would like me to send Ethan downstairs. I just got a text," she said, holding up her phone. She clarified the basement bathroom. So I navigated carefully along, stood at the closed door, knocked, and announced myself. 

"Come in," I heard quietly, so I did, closing the door as I entered. Molly sighed heavily. "Come on over here so I can take a shit," she said. I got the impression she had been uncomfortable off and on for a while. 

I walked over. Molly told me I had two options; her lap or the Cleveland steamer in mine. I said, "You're a true bombshell. I think I'd like to watch it all happen." So I peeled off my boxers and tee shirt, flipped the lid, and sat. Molly backed toward my lap and stood tall. Three or four minutes passed. Molly sighed and folded her arms on her chest. 

I let another couple minutes go by. "Relax," I said. I reached out and put my hands on her hips. I slid my thumbs back and let one rest very gently on each half of her butt. I watched Molly's shoulders drop, and her legs relaxed a bit. I felt her take a breath. 

Suddenly her anus widened, then filled with a dark brown. "Don't move your damn hands, ok? If you do, your dinner is what comes out of my ass," Molly said. I did as she said, but I shook with laughter. 

"Fuck. There is a monster in my belly. You ever get constipated?" she asked. I answered yes. Then I said, "So think about how good it's going to feel to unload it." Molly turned carefully. "When this is done, you're going to think I'm an alien." 

I leaned over into her belly. "A really sexy alien," I said. I took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled through my nose, on her skin. Her hands suddenly clamped my shoulders. Molly squatted. I kept my face against her belly, breathing normally. Muscles flexed. She exhaled. She released a long grunt, a sexy animal tone, the way we hope lovely women all do. Molly straightened. Something touched my lap. Something slapped my knee, and there was new weight in my lap, followed by a faint earthy smell. 

Molly stepped away slightly, not turning around. I looked at my lap, and there was no covering some surprise. A serious, very dark mass rested mostly on my right thigh. My member throbbed. This blonde bombshell's log was as big as my fist, all along its length, up until the last two inches. Probably a foot long. I stared, imprinting the abnormal occurrence in my brain. It was not unknown that gorgeous women were capable of taking amazing dumps. 

At last Molly carefully lifted her deposit off me. I moved, and it went into the toilet. Molly wiped and flushed, making the toilet work overtime. She scrubbed her hands. Then she scrubbed the area where she'd left her gift on my lap. 

We dressed and returned upstairs. Tess was glad to see Molly. We continued upstairs. Molly returned to Tasha and spoke quietly. Tasha nodded. Molly took my hand and found an empty bedroom. I walked in and sat on the bed. Molly parked herself carefully on my lap. She appeared to have a thought, then stood and stripped her clothes off. She tugged my pants off, then sat on my lap again. 

Her healthy C-cup breasts were at eye-level, and Molly tilted my head down and my face met them. Her other hand slid down my belly, into my boxers, and found my hard member. She started massaging it carefully. I moaned. 

"Go ahead, let your hands roam around," Molly said. I slid them to her waist and then up her back and across her shoulders. My fingers danced over her flat belly. She lifted my head and her lips found my neck. My hands groped her chest gently. Her lips and tongue continued on my neck. I had my head on her right shoulder, and I let my hands keep moving. 

Molly's lips at last found mine. They were soft, and worked my mouth open slowly. I allowed her tongue in. The kiss was long and gentle, a little wet. But who cared? She was beautiful; let her do whatever she wanted, as far as I was concerned. 

The kiss broke, and she said, still leaning close, "Thank you for helping." I told her she was welcome. I watched her dress after replacing my own clothes. "You have a fantastic figure," I said quietly. She blushed, and thanked me. Molly left in search of Tess, and I joined Tasha after retrieving my book. 

She peeled her clothes off, then took mine off. We sprawled in the bed, me nestled into her front, and returning to reading. Tasha's hands moved around, and she nuzzled and kissed my neck. 

Time passed, until I started smelling dinner. I roamed to the kitchen, finding Tess, with Molly and the hired help cooking. Tess informed me that after the hearty lunch, dinner would be lighter, soup and salad and sandwiches. 

Sometime later when things were ready to be served, I was sent to inform Tasha and Faye. I did so, and we three returned and took seats. The soup was a minestrone (various vegetables in a broth, no meat), and the sandwiches were tuna. Everyone ate one helping and was content. 

As the cleanup was close to complete, Molly straightened in front of the trash can, drinking from an unfinished glass of milk. Tess breezed by, snapping a hand out, swatting Molly hard in the ass. Molly startled, and the plastic glass fell from her hand and bounced off the floor, spattering the remaining contents on the kitchen tile. 

"Shit," Molly said. The housekeeper was quick with towels, as Tess glanced back at the noise. "Hey," Tess said. She pointed into the living room, and Molly set off, frowning. Then Tess looked at me and said, "You too." 

What'd I do? I thought. But not wanting to cross the queen of the house, I obeyed, traveling to the basement bath, where Molly waited. I sat. Tess showed inn a matter of two minutes. She stood in front of Molly, with a stern look, and said, "Take them off. Strip." Molly complied and stood naked, then turned and entered the shower and sat. Tess undressed and followed. 

"Dammit, Molly, spilling things? Something is about to get spilled in that lovely blonde hair," Tess said. With that, she spread her legs and eased Molly's head between them. Several seconds passed, and Tess began to pee, wetting the top of Molly's head. Tess's stream gained power, and she lifted Molly's ponytail and soaked it. Her stream tapered off. Molly's wet hair made her look a little like a drowned rat, albeit a pretty one. 

Molly sat and let the urine stop dripping for the most part. She wet and shampooed her hair. She finished and turned off the water. "Now I have to pee," she said. 

"Don't you dare. Hold it," Tess ordered. Molly was having none of it. She walked over to me. "You need a turn," she said. She led me to the shower, where I sat and she squatted, much as Tess had. 

Molly's stream was powerful right away. Warm wetness drenched my hair and ran down my face. Ten seconds passed, and Molly's bladder was empty. I washed my hair and scrubbed down quickly as Molly stepped out. The two of them stayed and waited. As I dried and dressed, I noticed Tess hugging Molly and speaking quietly. As all of us departed, Tess said to me, "We didn't plan that. But you got a good show. You didn't do anything wrong, either. By the way, how'd things go with her earlier?" she asked. 

"She has grounds to be the newest member of your group," I said. 

"She went big," Tess guessed. I confirmed it. We wandered back to the main floor. The TV was on, and I sat. We passed time until Faye made her way over and peeled me off the couch around 8 in the evening. 

Faye walked to the basement door, me in tow. We made the trip to the basement bath. Faye was leading and stopped in the middle of the room. She turned, hands on hips, and frowned at me. I stepped toward her slowly. When I got near, she reached out, hugging me the way Tasha did. She gave a huge smile. "This one goes in your lap," she said. I nodded. 

Faye removed her shirt and bra. The jeans stayed. We hugged, me enjoying her soft figure. She let loose two healthy rounds of gas, loud rumbles that left her sighing with relief. She treated me to another huge smile. Standing at the toilet, Faye went nude and so did I. 

In order for her to make her delivery, I sat first, and she turned and backed up. Her lower back ended up very near my chest. She squatted. I had a view of dark hair, her broad back, and the big, flabby, soft, super-sized ass. 

"It's so ungodly wide. Wow," I said. Very carefully, Faye dropped her bare ass to my thighs. She settled just a bit. I groaned, feeling my hardness grow. "Was that a good groan or a bad groan?" she asked. "Good," I replied. "I wish my legs could handle it. I love the feel of your bare rump in my lap." 

Faye lifted herself again, but remained with her buttocks over my lap. She relaxed, and I sensed her anus widening. She inhaled, tensed, and grunted. With the grunt came her load. It grew straight down and touched my bare thigh. Faye kept on pushing, the grunt getting longer. The turd grew, right along my lap. I guessed very nearly a foot long as it dropped free. It was soft and dark, minus an inch or so of hardness at the big end. It sported a good, healthy diameter besides. Faye was definitely stretched while the shit was being released. 

It rested kind of diagonally, from my right knee to the inside of my left thigh, just short of my hard penis.There was a wicked rotten-egg odor. Yet I stared openly, attributing the work to a full belly, a big girl, and a good healthy push. Faye turned to look me in the face, with a devilish grin and a naughty, "that's how it's done" wink. My dick twitched, replaying what had happened and the look on Faye's face. 

She let things rest for a few minutes, allowing time for both of us to enjoy her effort. Then she turned and carefully lifted her delivery. I stood and got out of her way. Into the bowl it went, then wiping and washing and flushing. Faye directed me into the shower, turned it on, and insisted on wetting and washing me completely, then rinsing. Out we went, drying, dressing and heading across the living room, to the bedroom Faye was using. 

We sprawled on the bed together. Then we both got naked again. I sat up. Faye knelt in front of me. We hugged. "God, that felt awesome," Faye said. Both of us let our hands roam over bare skin. I moaned. "Faye, you big lovely lady," I said. 

She replied. "I think you wanted another term. Go ahead, say it. It's just lustful. Let it out," she suggested. 

I grabbed two handfuls of fleshy ass, shoving them up. "God, you big lovely bitch," I allowed. "Unbelievable turd factory," I added. Fuck, she did things to me. My dick stood again. Faye reached down and gently grasped it. "I'm going to suck now. Slow start, then more pace, until you blow." She leaned over and blew gently in my ear. 

Reaching under the covers, out came a yellow Solo cup. "We're not going to get there," I doubted. Faye disagreed. "Oh yes," she decided. She perched the cup where she had access, and then her head dropped and her mouth opened. She worked her lips over the tip of my cock, to the top of the shaft. I felt her tongue sliding toward the base. When she had gone as far as her tongue would allow, she drew it back up, and I thought, She's working my cock like a popsicle. It was an apt analogy. 

Faye kept up the tongue work for a few more minutes, until I lost control and unloaded in her mouth. She retreated carefully and spit. She went to work again, slowly with her tongue. I focused on the physical sensations, and blasted again. And a third time. Then it was three with her lips massaging just the tip of my standard equipment. 

I figured I'd run dry and we'd be a couple hours trying to fill the cup. But Faye had her objective, and was not willing to abandon it. Now she began working her lips up and down my length. She got it good and wet, and I came. She repeated the process twice more until I got off. 

Then her lips ran fast up and down my hard member. I came. She transferred the contents of her mouth to the cup. Then she treated my dick like a straw, literally attempting to suck my sex out of it. She succeeded, and used the cup. She returned to the tongue method, a fast pattern, for several minutes, twice. I went off twice. For the finale, she took me in her mouth, and gently slapped my member, until the sensation made me pump more semen into her mouth. Faye was satisfied with the fullness of the cup. She showed me. Damn near three quarters. 

She said, "No matter how good the dick work is, it's up to the recipient to shoot strong amounts. Congratulations." She retreated to use mouthwash and brush teeth. She returned to the bed, and she rested her head low on my belly. I buried one hand in the pile of hair on her head, and let the other play across the bak of her neck. I felt her breathing evenly on my skin. We swapped places. Faye's hands played through my short hair. 

We killed more time with TV. I took care of my teeth and Tasha and Tess poked their heads in at one point, and I let them both know I was staying with Faye for the night. Soon after, the house settled as we fell into sleep.



The Three Porcelaineers, Plus One Pt. 04



Saturday

We rose for breakfast on Saturday, but there was no smell of food; only percolating coffee. We all converged in the kitchen for cereal and milk, with beverage choices of juice or coffee, or both.

Everyone ate their fill, lingering over more coffee. We all went about our morning routines. I heard the maid, from my spot in the basement at the pool table. The vacuum was going again. Each of us killed time with a chosen activity. We grouped in the kitchen for lunch by 12:30. Everyone had burned off breakfast after five hours, but no one ate excessively. Sandwiches and fruit and condiments, with cookies for dessert to curb the sweet tooth for anyone who had one.

I let my food settle awhile and set out for a walk. I returned and found a couple dumbbells in the basement and worked my arms for 15 minutes. Faye came and found me. "Let's go sit on the back porch," she suggested. We walked out the front door and around to the back of the house.

Faye settled herself in a chair and guided me to her lap. I felt her arms around my middle. I felt her leaning, her head resting on my left shoulder. "What do you want, Faye?" I asked. I thought I knew full well.

She drew her head back and we looked at each other, she wearing a scowl until she started laughing. I felt her belly move as she sighed. "Are you ready for the facial?" she asked.

"I knew you were going there. Now?" I asked.

"No, in a bit I think," she responded.

"I'll try it with you when you think the time is right," I said to her.

We sat there, and Faye played her hands around my shoulders and neck. "Can I use a little verbal domination when the time comes?" she asked. I told her I supposed so. We sat for another thirty minutes, Faye's hands continuing their work. She occasionally kissed my neck. "It's time," she informed me.

We stood and walked back around the house. We entered, walked through the living room, and down to the lower bath. Faye unbuttoned her shirt and it came off. No bra. She left her jeans on. I stripped nude. Faye took my hand and pulled me close, hugging. "We'll steal from Tasha's bag of tricks," she decided. We waited there until Faye passed gas, loud. She sighed, then repeated it a couple of minutes later. The odor was strong and wicked.

Faye's jeans came off. "Your butt looks packed into every pair of jeans I've seen you wear," I pointed out. Faye replied, "I know. It's on purpose. Looks that way, but they're all comfortable." Her jeans came down, and I said, "No panties either? Damn."

She laughed. She turned serious, pulling me close again. "I want this, so bad. I love what you and Tasha have. I'm going to have to get mine more regularly," she said quietly. "I know, Faye," I admitted.

I stepped to the shower and settled down. Faye followed and turned her back. "Lights out," I joked, with her wide ass taking 90% of my forward view. She turned and stuck out her tongue. She squatted, inches above my face. I put my hands at the left and right of her waist. "I don't have Tasha's delivery control," she stated. I answered, "Do what's natural. Dump it," I said.

"You're going to get it now. A pile, right in the face. No escape, no mercy," Faye declared wickedly. She settled. I heard her breathe, and I watched her open. I saw the shift when she tensed. Then there was brown, and it grew immediately and kept moving. It parked itself near my upper hairline. My eyes closed. I heard Faye forcing a breath out, and her turd slid all the way below my nose. She shifted again, and I heard a long, breathy grunt. More shit, then it plastered heavily on my forehead. Nasty bad-egg smell; strangely, much like Tasha, I pictured Faye's pretty face and heap of dark hair while her big load sat on my face, negating my bad impression of the odor. Faye pulled my dick hard, then squeezed gently.

"Did you have to eat any?" I heard her ask.

"No," I answered carefully.

She turned and took a long look at my face. "Oh, God," she said, "I didn't want that." She'd certainly left a steamy heap on my face. "Faye," I'm fine," I said, moving my mouth carefully so her question about eating any didn't prove true.

I felt Faye leave the shower and return in no more than two minutes. She set something near the shower, and I heard her gloving up. "Kinda soft. Two parts," she decided.

She set to work, easing one part of her deposit up off my face. I sensed her working to separate a section. She moved to the apparently open commode and placed her first deposit inside. She returned to me and removed the balance from my skin. It went into the bowl. The gloves snapped off. I heard the sink. Faye returned, applying a baby wipe all over my face. That was followed by an alcohol wipe. She stood. I carefully opened my eyes. I saw Faye finish wiping and flush.

"All done!" she declared, laughing. She knelt near the shower after dressing. She helped me step out. I dressed. We returned up the stairs. Tess was in the living room. She looked pointedly at me when she saw who I was with. I smiled shyly, which she took as a sign that things were okay.

We returned to the room Faye was bunking in. She drew the bed down. "Naked?" she asked. "Naked," I confirmed. She hit the bed, stretching out on her right side, facing me. I slid in, facing her, and we wrapped our arms around each other. Faye rubbed my back. I was simply still, enjoying the feeling.

"Do you like me as much as you do Tasha?" Faye whispered. 

"You're crazier than she is," I pointed out. "And I need more time to decide."

"Seriously," she said, "I didn't mean to take a shit like that. It was unruly, even for me," Faye admitted. There was a long pause, and we looked one another in the face. "Was it worth it, even with the rough start?" she wondered at me.

"Yes, Faye," I answered. "It was." We lay there for a few minutes, and Faye eventually touched my face. We eased closer together and Faye suddenly kissed me hard on the mouth, shoving her tongue in and biting carefully on my lower lip. 

"Potty partners, till logic do us part?" she asked. "Potty partners," I agreed.

The only other lady wanting to relieve herself that day was Molly. She tracked me down in Faye's room. Molly asked Faye if she was going to let her borrow me. Faye decided on yes. Molly and I departed. 

Once we made the basement, I said, "You went yesterday. Are you sure you have to go?"

"I'm catching up on toilet time," she replied. We entered the bath and she pointed at the shower. I peeled clothes off for the third time in 30 minutes. I stretched out in the bottom. Molly followed and straddled me, her butt right at my belly. She put her hands at my shoulders, sat back without sitting down, and relaxed. My hands found her hips. A couple minutes passed.

I watched Molly's belly tense. She breathed out, and I felt something warm touch my stomach. Molly's belly stayed taut, and I felt her turd sliding against my skin. She was basically forcing it into a small space, so I felt it pushing against my skin while she emptied herself. My standard equipment had been hard since she eased down on top of me. When I felt her masterpiece moving on my stomach, my penis throbbed.

At last she knelt, fully relaxed as her work was complete. She eased off me, and stood. She opened the toilet. I looked at my torso. Light colored, good diameter, six inches long, and unlike her first go-round, smelling of rotten eggs. She let me study it for a couple minutes, then removed it, washed her hands, wiped, and flushed. We showered together, Molly working the area of my torso where she'd left her gift. I watched while she soaped herself, my dick throbbing again at her being blessed with good genes, and apparent ease with fitness.

Molly dried her hair, and applied a ponytail. I asked if I could touch it. She gave permission, and I gently worked my fingers through the drooping tail. It was fine and soft. "Great hair too," I said. "It's work," she replied.

We returned up the stairs. I found Tasha with our pair of bags at the front door. "We're not staying till tomorrow afternoon?" I asked.

"We've had our way with you for three days," Tasha answered. "We can let you off early." She left through the door to put the bags in the SUV. Molly stepped around in front of me, kissing me passionately on the lips. I couldn't decide whether to fall down or pass out.

"I know I'm the rookie, but it was really good to work with you," She said. "Thank you."

"I never thought I'd meet an all-American Barbie-next-door who wanted to indulge my bathroom fetish," I said.

"I broke the mold, and now you have," Molly answered. "See you again. Tess will drag me with her to you, or make you come back here."

"Probably true," I admitted. I stepped through the door and walked out to Tasha. I got in the front passenger seat. We drove to Tasha's and parked. She unloaded our bags and I followed her inside. Things got put away and we settled down before dinner. 

"Did you see Tess before we left?" I asked. "I didn't thank her for letting us stay, even though I didn't want to when this started," I added. Tasha shrugged, and then I heard a doorknob turning. I looked to my left and slightly behind me as the door opened. There stood Tess, and she had a wicked, satisfied grin on her face.

"What the hell?" I wondered. She explained she had stowed away with the cargo in the Acadia.

"Yeah. I lied. We're not quite done with you," Tasha decided.

I looked at Tess. "I don't mind the company," I said. "Would you talk to my lady friend?" Tess had been standing there straight-faced as Tasha made her remark. She beckoned, and I stood and took three steps to the doorway. Tess whispered in my ear.

"I don't know," I said.

"Say yes," Tess prodded. I sighed, frowning and thinking. 

"Yes," Tess poked again. I looked into her face, silent. "We only need one word. Three letters. Would you like to play hangman, and then we'll do things our way anyway?" she asked.

Tasha walked over and also spoke in my ear. I listened. I looked at her, irritated with her for possibly the first time ever. "You realize that's three in one day, a total of four," I argued.

Tess, still behind me, stepped close and put her hands on my shoulders. Tasha spoke quietly. "You've done it with me before. Part of you wants Tess to take a turn," she bet aloud.

I looked Tasha in the face, with her slight smile and mischief-giving eyes. I threw up my hands. "Shit happens," I said, defeated.

Tasha stepped close. "Oh, yes, shit is going to happen," she said. She proceeded to kiss me tenderly. Tess took more pity on me, as Tasha powered on the TV.

"You trust us both? You feel safe?" Tess asked.

"Yes," I admitted. 

We settled for a little Top Gear on BBC. And then it was time to think about dinner. We decided on a nearby deli, where we brought soup and sub sandwiches back to the house. Both women drank water like fiends, determined to prod their digestion along. Two hours after finishing, I took a ride on the stationary bike, and the women walked for half an hour. More water. We settled for more Top Gear, and near the end of the episode, Tasha looked at me with a smile. I looked at Tess, who simply laughed, nearly falling off the couch.

Tasha led the way to her secret suite. I undressed, and Tasha took her top off. She held me, passing gas like the professional she had become. It was all rumble, low but loud. A few minutes passed, and she gave an encore.

"Please tell me just one of you has to go right now," I said.

Tasha said, "Both. That's the point. You want Tess first?" she asked. I said yes.

Tess stepped over, topless. She hugged me as Tasha had, gas rolling for her as well. Not quite as loud, but rippling and longer. A few minutes, and there was a repeat.

Tess led me to the shower stall, through a cloud of odor. I settled in on my back, and Tess squatted to an appropriate position. I thought maybe she would be speedy again. No luck. She relaxed, but things took longer this time.

Her anus gaped and pulsed, then opened and filled as her load started to form. Tess sighed, and the turd slid out toward my face. It touched the middle of my forehead. Tess took a deep breath, and I heard a long, lady-like exclamation escape her.

With the noise came a constant push. Her turd lengthened, eventually tilting to fall along the length of my face. My eyes were closed, but I sensed her shit was large and heavy. Seconds later, Tess sighed and relaxed, standing. There was now a wicked ripe odor. I thought Tess probably counted off a full minute, giving me time to register and appreciate her work.

When her time limit had passed, she removed her log and deposited it in the toilet. Tasha stepped over and cleaned my face. I was helped out of the shower for a moment to have a look at Tess' handiwork. It wasn't long, only about six inches, but it had diameter, somewhat soft and dark besides. "That's healthy," I commented.

"Pretty good for an old mistress," Tess added, standing at the sink and washing her hands after wiping. She stepped over and flushed.

Next was Tasha's turn. Back into the shower I went. Tasha straddled me, her wide buttocks nearly on my face. She massaged my dick, one handed. She sighed and relaxed, and I watched her anus stretch wide. It remained open, and her shit poked out. Tasha steadied herself, took a breath. I closed my eyes. I felt Tasha start pushing. My erection was almost painful. 

Once started, Tasha didn't stop. Her load touched the bridge of my nose almost immediately. Because she was so close, her effort pressed the turd into my face, and as it grew, the fat end started sliding toward my chin. It worked down my nose to my upper lip.

Tasha wasn't done. She kept pushing. The turd grew, sliding across my lips. It moved to rest on my chin, and finally it was out. Tasha sighed, obviously relieved. She stood carefully and looked back and down over her shoulder. 

"Ethan, keep your mouth closed. Damn. Wow. What a load," she commented. It smelled sulfurous, like so many other of these short episodes. I stayed still, and Tasha must have allowed thirty seconds to pass. She stepped out, then leaned over and carefully grasped her handiwork.

"Wipes. Clean his face. Watch his lips," Tasha told Tess. Tess worked fast and carefully. She told me when it was okay to open my eyes. I climbed anxiously out of the stall. I had a look in the toilet while Tasha washed her hands. Her load was maybe eight inches or so long, no curvature, thick and heavy, neither soft nor firm.

I thanked Tess for helping me. Tasha wiped and flushed, then washed her hands one more time. Naked, she sat on the toilet lid. She guided me onto her lap. "You okay?" she asked.

"I almost tasted that. It was cool with your ass so close to my face when we started, though," I told her.

"I didn't mean to do that, push a monster like that in your face. There was more there than I figured, While it was building to come out, it didn't feel any different than my average. Next time we poop, no facial, I promise," Tasha told me.

"The big ones are more fun on the torso," I said. "I like watching." Tasha cuddled me close.

"I'm sorry, okay? No facials for a while. You're not mad?" she asked.

"We cuddle some more, I won't be," I suggested. "I still like being here when you poop," I added.

The cuddling continued, and Tasha was kissing me tenderly for a while. Everyone dressed and returned to the living room. We secured the house, with Tess staying. I camped with Tasha, who was still tender-footing. I rolled over and faced her, hugging, and openly groping her naked ass. 

"It's all good. I'll love you for a long, long time, you sexy plumper porcelain queen," I said. Tasha pulled me snugly into her extra softness before I fell asleep. Back to work on Monday, but I had my woman naked in her bed. Work could wait.

The End