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The Summons

By: trexx97



The Summons.

Victoria sat uncomfortable on the bleacher. Trying with all her might to look calm, comfortable, even hoping to give off an air of playfulness as her husband chatted away with the other football dads. Fellow members of the booster club sat near bye, but of course they would. Victoria had become one of the most active boosters currently with a child in the program. Jason.

Jason. What sorry excuse for a football player. Was he a good boy. Sure. The best any mother could ask for, but he had no killer instinct. The fact that he played as much as he did was a testament to the amount of money she had poured into the program. 

Game after game, Jason would fail his team in new and ever more disastrous ways. Victoria had though that with 10 other players on the field her sons inability to compete against even the least talented of the opposition would be masked by the efforts of his teammates. This was a school that had a long, proud football tradition. Surely their efforts would elevate his play. Surely, the other boys would help Jason become, what? A passable athlete? A somewhat acceptable player? She thought that would happen. 

Thought?

PRAYED! 

Six games into the season. SIX GAMES! Sure, the team was 6-0. But, unbelievably Jason was not improving. Not improving. He was actually getting worse! 

After the last game Victoria received an email from Ted Smith, President of the Booster club. The thought of the contents of that email made it impossible for Victoria to enjoy the evenings game. 

So she sat there. The cool fall air, breezy with the threat of the impending winter made her cheeks flush red. As the game wore on she realized that Jason would let her down again. He would put her into a position she dreaded. She, her boy. Her only son. She couldn't even look at her husband as he grinned and laughed with the other dads. 

He had done this to her. His seed had given her this sorry excuse for an offspring. He was the father. He should be the threatened, the besieged. Not her! But, no. She was the one who pushed for Jason to play. She was the one who fronted the money. Then in a moment of shear bitchiness, had made it clear that these dollars were not given freely. That her boy would become a man.

Her gamble had backfired. 

As the game ended, and the team won their 7th game in a row, Victoria felt no joy. Her son was an utter disaster. She heard the muttering from other parents, other students. They knew. They all knew. Her money had bought for him this opportunity, while more deserving boys sat on the bench. They knew, and some of them hated her for it. Ted Smith hated her. 

By the time they got home, and Jason was sound asleep. Victoria stole a moment to check her facebook and email. Surely now would be the best time. No way that the Booster would have already emailed. 

To:Vicoria

From: Ted Smith

Subject: Summons

Victoria, 

As you are aware, your son is quite terrible. I can no longer cover for his ineptitude. You are required to meet with the fellow members of the Booster club tomorrow. 8Am. Do NOT 

Ted Smith

Dread swept over her. Her blood ran like ice in her veins as she read the message over again. But, really, what did she have to fear? What could they possibly do to her? She had donated so much. Sure, they could yell, point out what she already knew. Her son was a bad football player. It couldn't be that bad. Could it?

She woke at 6. Showered. Dressed comfortably, and ate a lite breakfast. Her husband was also dressing. He was leaving town for a week that morning. His plane would be leaving not long after her meeting was to begin. In all honesty she hoped the damned thing would fall right out of the sky killing everyone aboard. Including her 'Mans man' of a husband. Maybe that wasn't fair to the others aboard the airliner, but hey. Make an omelet, break some eggs. 

She gave the man a cursory kiss goodbye and headed for her car. She couldn't remember the last time they had made love, or had sex, or fucked. Whatever it should be called. Could not recall when the act had last taken place, but she remembered that she had hated nearly every second of it. She really loathed the man, and she was sure he was fucking a co-worker. She didn't care. She was fucking a buzzing toy, and messing around in chat rooms with strangers. Screw him. 

The thought brought a smile to her lips as she drove across town. Almost forgetting the nature of the meeting. She felt herself tingle a bit as she recalled the last such interaction. Skyping with some young thing from... where? Canada? She couldn't recall. All she remembered was his massive cock, and how he stroked it for her as she worked the buzzing vibrator over her clit. 

She could feel her juices started to increase as she made the last turn and saw the school athletics office a half mile off in the distance. The site of the building brought her back to reality. 

'Just get through this lashing, and then maybe you can find a 'friend' to play with when you get home.' She told herself. Though her chest was getting tight, and her anxiety level was rising quickly.

She parked, grabbed her purse, and walked as confidently as she could manage to the door. She imagined the Boosters, 11 men, faces pressed to the class windows awaiting her arrival. She didn't want them to see her fear. 

She entered the building and found quite the opposite. They barely noticed her arrival. The men were all seated in the corner of the conference room, where 3 couches were set up around a flat screen TV. They didn't even turn when she entered the room. 

She stood there at a loss. From the other side of the long room it took a second to figure out what they were watching. Game film? But not last nights game. The uniforms of the opposition were not quite right. Wait, now there was a different opposing player on the TV. What the hell? 

Realization swept over her just as Ted Smith, turned to look at her. They were watching Jason. A compilation of Jason. His highlights as it were. Her heart began pounding in her chest. 

In the second game of the season, Chris Carpenter, the teams star quarterback suffered a horrid knee injury. It had been Jason's fault. He was supposed to block the blitzing safety and had missed his block completely. Allowing the all state safety free access to the Carpenter boy, who was unaware of the danger. The hit had folding the poor things knee over 90 degrees the wrong direction. Ben Carpenter had not been able to look Victoria in the eye since. He was now staring right at her, a strange smile on his face. 

"Oh, don't just stand there Victoria! Come in, come it. Have a seat right there in that chair." Ted said, as jovial as she had ever heard him. He motioned to an office chair that was set up by a desk not too far from the couches. 

Victoria smiled, nodded to Ben Carpenter who nodded back, and walked briskly to the chair. 

"Victoria, or Vicky?" Ted asked

"Victoria to you, Ted." She responded, trying as had as she could muster to sound snotty. 

"Fine, Victoria. You understand that your son is an embarrassment to our school?"

"Ted, I har..."

"Shut up, bitch." Ben said, not shouted. Actually he was a little on the quiet side, but his message was clear. Her face reddened. 

"You see. Your son has not only been bad. He's been a danger to his fellow teammates. Did you know that? Chris wont be doing any walking for a few months. The way we see it... Its YOUR sons fault. That means its your fault, because without you, your son would NEVER have been allowed on that field." 

Victoria just sat there, bolt upright. Looking at Ted, but she was aware that the others were now standing. Looking at her. 

"There's a debt owed, Victoria." Ted stated "A Debt owed, and your fat bank account can't pay this one off, or make it go away. Your son may be the vessel for the accumulation of the debt, but make no mistake. You are the debtor. You, Victoria." He emphasized the last bit by pointing a thick finger at the center of her chest. 

"I... But, I... I mean. What the hell do you think I have to give." She stammered.

"Oh, nothing that any of us really want." Ben now, from her left side, just far enough behind her that she had to turn not only her head, but swivel the chair a bit to see him. 

"Your going strip." Ted began, her head jerked back at the sound as if she had been slapped, then she began to shake her head 'No'. "Don't, Don't you fucking dare presume you have any authority here to deny us anything. You are a fucking bitch of a woman, a worthless mother, and a disgusting human being. It took me three damned weeks to convince the other members that this could work. That this could somehow satisfy our need for atonement."

"Sure." Ted continued. "Sure, to someone who doesn't know you, you may be a 'beautiful' girl. But we know you. We see who you are, and frankly, your repulsive." He shrugged. "Your attitude, the way you carry yourself, the fact that you think your SO much better than the rest of us... It makes you hideous to us. That being said. You must be taught a lesson. You son, he is so awful. But, that is not his fault. Its yours. And your going to pay."

Her breath caught. What was he saying? Was she being blackmailed? No? They don't want anything in return? Hideous?! Fuck him! That asshole couldn't get her on his best day. She was better than he could ever dream to get!

"I see your trying to work this out." Ben again. "Its simple really. You owe me for the pain that my son suffered because your son can't play the game. You owe me, but I don't want your money. You have enough of that, so It wont matter if I take some of that from you. What I want is something that you can't have back. I want your dignity. I will have it." 

She realized then that she was sitting, and they were all standing. Not only that but they were surrounding her on all sides. She was very trapped, Very scared, and very aroused. She hated them, but as she became aware of the wet spot in her pants she began to hate herself even more. 

"Now, Victoria, strip. Be a good girl. If you think you can refuse, please know that the last little tryst you had on Skype was not with some hockey nut in the north. No, Not even close. That was my boy Jared. Your son Jason's friend. Yeah, he hates Jason. And he recorded your little adventure. So deny us this, and Jason sees that!" Ted stated. Smiling. Checkmate. 

It took a moment for Victoria to work out the facts of the situation at hand. The consequences of her actions now were more enormous then she had imagined on the car ride over. Her head tilted back. She looked from Ted to Ben, then she looked into the eyes of the other Boosters standing around her. She swallowed hard, nodded, and stood. 

The men did not back away, and she nearly tripped over the chair pressing into the backs of her knees for the lack of space to stand. 

"Don't make us wait."

She nodded stupidly. Blushing deep red, her shaking hands went to the bottom of her sweat shirt and lifted it over her head. The T she had on under it came along for the ride and before she was ready she was down to just her bra on her running pants. She let the shirt fall to the ground and kept her eyes down. Her nipples pressed against the shear fabric of the bra. She was shivering now, but the room was quite warm. Next she slid her thumbs into the waistband of the running pants and slowly slid them to the ground. She stumbled over them as she again hit the chair and got tangled in her discarded clothes. Ted Smith caught her in a rough, strong hand and steadied her. 

Ben moved behind her and sat I the chair. Victoria did not turn to look, but though she saw more movement than was needed to simply sit.

"Undress means all of it, bitch." Ted said from behind her. 

Again she nodded stupidly. Her pussy was really wet now. Why? 

She reached up between her perky breasts and undid the clasp in the center of her chest letting the bra fall away. Her breasts stood there for the Boosters to see. Nipples dark, and pointed slightly up. A single blue vein moving through the soft breast tissue. 

Next she reached down to her underwear. White boy shorts style undies, with pink hearts in them. She drew these down as quickly as she could, before she lose her never. Now she stood there. Bare for all to see. 1O men stood around her. One seated behind. 

"Now, your going to turn around and do whatever Ben wants." Ted said, in what was probably his 'fatherly' voice. 

Victoria turned. Ben sat back, his legs slightly spread. A large bulge forming in his trousers. Her eyes went up from the bulge over his chest, and now looked into his eyes. Ben was smiling. "Kneel, bitch."

This was happening. Victoria. A proud, strong woman, was nothing more than a tool now. She knelt on the pile of clothes that just moments ago she had been wearing. She could feel the rough, industrial carpet beneath the clothes against the smooth skin of her knees. The men still had not backed off one inch, and the proximity of them crowded her in such a way that she was forced to balance herself my lifting her hands to Bens knees. 

"Thats right, bitch. Now your catching on." Ben said. " Reach up, unzip my fly, and take out what I have to give you."

Her hands trembled, No. her whole body was shaking. She moved her hands up his legs and her fingers found his zipper. She moved the little metal tab so it stood out and Ben's hips thrust slightly forward. 

She pulled down on the zipper and it moved easily. Before she was ready it was all the way down and the bulge was pushing black boxer briefs through the fresh opening. She glanced up and made eye contact with Ben. He just stared down at her, a mix of anger and anticipation on his face. 

Victoria must have hesitated a heartbeat too long, because Ted spoke up from behind her then "Now, do we really want me to text Jared and make him send off this little video?"

Quickly Victoria shook her head and then her fingers resumed their motion. They fished around for the hole to the briefs, and finding it immediately found hot flesh beneath. 

"His dick! That's Ben Carpenters dick your touching!" Her mind screamed, and her pussy was beginning to ache. 

She fished her narrow hand all the way into the opening, and wrapped her fingers around the stiff, warm, smooth shaft of the waiting cock. Ben moaned slightly at the sensation. 

She pulled to free it from the confines of the underwear but it seemed to catch on something. She stopped for a second, twisted a bit,and suddenly a thick, purple head appeared at the end of a long, thick, tan shaft. Without even thinking she bent her head down and quickly took the length into her mouth. His hips bucked forward and his throat released a deep groan.

"I think she's into this. What a sick piece of work this bitch is..." one of the other Boosters said from above. She was heard, but did not slow her assault on the prick filling her mouth and throat.

Then there was a new sound. What was it? Panic hit, were more people coming into the room? No... it was the TV. Someone had started the video again. 

"Jesus, I can watch this a thousand times and still be amazed at how bad this kid is... its surprising he hasn't gotten someone killed!" On of the Boosters stated. 

"Yeah, He's doomed to a life of servitude. He has absolutely nothing to offer." Another agreed. 

Victoria heard, she knew, but she just kept at Ben Carpenters dick. She was alternating between deep, throat filling thrusts and fast, rabbit like bobbing on his bulbous head. His hand was now on the back of her head.

"Ted, I think we may have found something she is good at... no wonder that bastard she's married to keeps her around!" 

"Yeah, looks that way. I think I may partake in the other end... I saw a video somewhere of the things she likes to put in there. I think I may have something that would give her little toys a run for their money!"

Victoria still had her eyes closed but she knew then that a simple blow job wasn't going to do it for today. She was glad, though for the life of her she had no idea why!

Gently she felt a knee between her legs, urging them apart. Then there was a large presence. She could feel hairy legs running up hers, rough, big hand were on her ass. Her legs were pushed further apart, and she felt something warm and heavy resting on her ass, just above the crack running up to the small of her back. 

She slowed her work on the cock in anticipation of what was surely coming next. 

"Jesus, she's really wet." 

Then it happened. She felt his cock slide down her ass cheeks, over her anus, and it pressed against her swollen lips. Pressed. It was insistent. She moaned against the cock in her mouth. 

"Its too big!" her mind railed. "Too big, I can't take it because Ted must have the biggest cock on the face of the earth!" Her eyes were now open wide. Her mouth still on the Ben's member. 

Ted's dick slid into her wet cunt slowly. Inch by inch. Until it filled her up to the point where she was SURE she could not take anymore. That she would split in two. 

"I don't know whats worse, the kids play on the field, or the site of her being stuffed from both ends by better men than she deserves... what a joke!" On of the men said from nearby.

She began moving again, not just with her mouth now. That moved, but so did her hips. Rocking, making sure that as Ted slid his cock into her he was hitting her in just the right spot. She was moaning. Her pussy was clenching on Teds dick. Her head was bobbing up and down on Bens. 

The pace was quickening, it was getting hard to suck Bens dick because Ted was now slamming into her. He squeezed her hips hard and buried his cock all the way in as her orgasm rocked her body. She was growling on Ben's dick. Low and guttural, slurping on his shaft as she came on Teds cock. That sent Ben over the edge and without warning her mouth was filled with hot, salty cum. She gagged and came off his purple head allowing the stuff to run down the length of his still stiff member.

Ted was now back to stroking his massive dick into her, with an urgency she could barely take. Now orgasms were coming in waves. Ben pushed the chair back and she fell to the floor, face on the cool carpet, ass up against Ted. Impaled on his massive pole.

"Bitch, your son sucks, and so do you... at least when you do it something good comes as a result." Ben said breathlessly. "This isn't over, either. Don't think that you and I are even. Not even close. My boy is going to need at least 2 more surgeries to fix what you broke. This isn't close to over."

She was moaning, nearly screaming. She heard Ben but didn't really comprehend. It came from far away. She was cumming again, and again. Her juices were running down her thighs. 

Ted pulled out, and put his strong arm around her waist. He picked her up easily and set her on her back on the desk. He pulled her by the thighs so her ass was over the edge and his cock was back into her. Slamming deeply. She could feel his balls slapping her ass.

"This is great! She's on her back, thats the position her son spends most of his games in!"

"Hey, did you hear the coach told Jason next game he wont be playing Half-back, or full-back, but Ass-back? When he goes out to play to coach is going to say "get your ass-back!" The men were now laughing and making fun of her and Jason as his game film played on the big screen.

Her tits were bouncing, her pussy was full. This man that she hated SO much was fucking her better than she had been fucked in how long? Forever?

She came again. This time when her pussy clenched with her orgasm, Ted thrust in deep, groaned, and filled her with his hot seed. 

"Touchdown!" One of the men yelled. 

"Alright, get the camera, lets get the fuck out of here..." another said.


The Summons



My name is Nathan. Events portrayed in this story are entirely fictional.

I liked California. I was working for a medium-sized computer repair shop just outside my residential area. I was paid comfortably enough to live in a two-unit townhouse. Several times I'd noticed a tall, moderately tanned, fairly fit blonde woman entering the other townhouse unit. She looked to be in her late thirties, and wore her hair in a long bob; it hung straight down each side of her face to just below her jawline.

When I classified her as 'fit,' I didn't mean skinny. She kind of had the hourglass figure going. Her belly was flat, but more broad than the average woman who might be called 'thin.' There was a good, but not overdone, curve at her hips. Her butt wasn't wide, but the cheeks of it were definitely rounded out, protruding nicely and leaving me to wonder if she had 'junk in the trunk,' to some extent.

When I called her 'tall,' I estimated that she was probably six-foot-two. She did have shapely long legs that I wanted to run my hands all over. She had medium breasts and dark blue eyes. Generally, I liked the following features in a woman: hair style, facial features, eyes, legs, build, tits, and ass. Actually, I really liked the posterior region on my women.

I could appreciate a toned one, but gravitated toward the over-sized variety; to get there, it often meant the ladies weren't exactly skinny, and that was fine.

The neighbor lady and I had not to this point exchanged even pleasantries with each other. Getting home today though, getting dinner in to cook, there came a knock at my door. It was a Friday afternoon, so the work week was done. Making sure the oven was in a 'safe' condition, I turned and stepped over to answer the door.

I opened it, and there she was, in all her long-legged, sexy blonde glory. Steering clear of awkward, I said, "Hi. Something I can do for you?"

"Well. maybe," she replied. "I stopped in down at the "Amped" PC shop. I want to tweak my laptop and set up a new printer. They said they could do it, but pointed me to you. I was told you work there full-time, but chase low-cost jobs on the side?"

"I do," I said. "Dinner is in and cooking, so would it be all right to get that out of the way and stop by in a while when I'm free?"

"That'd be fine. Other than the printer, I just want some software installed on the laptop. I try to do that stuff, bad things happen," she explained.

"All right. I could probably make it in an hour or so," I said.

She stepped back from the door and said she'd see me in a bit, then. I waited another twenty minutes for dinner to get done, ate, did the dishes and freshened up and changed out of my work clothes for shorts and a t-shirt.

Now it was my turn to knock on her door. She opened it in less than fifteen seconds. "Hey," she said. "Follow me to the computer." I stepped in and closed the door behind me, then trailed her up a short flight of stairs to her main living area. Directly across the room were two doors. One was a bedroom. The other was a combination office/ bedroom.

Very near the left-side walls were the bed, the built-in closet, a dresser and TV. The right side of the room contained a desk, on the wall I was currently looking directly at, with a pair of two-drawer file cabinets on the right-side wall. A printer and laptop sat on the desk, at the left and middle, respectively.

I started with the software install for the printer. I chose the option to run the printer wirelessly, and let it communicate via USB before disconnecting permanently after the printer "found" the wireless network. We ran a test document and everything worked as it should. Then I worked through the point-and-click install for Microsoft Office 2010.

Everything went well, and we opened the programs she used often. They were fine. "Thanks," she said. "I know that stuff isn't overly hard, but I'm neither lucky nor talented at it. So how long you been next door?"

"About three months," I said. "Been at my job for 18 months. I saved my pennies for fifteen, because I wanted into a nice, but not ridiculous, place."

"Well, I've been around here for that three months. About that long ago, I bought the entire townhouse," she said, "on the condition that there was a decent tenant renting the other side. I was assured there was, and I agreed not to kick said tenant out."

"So you own the place entirely. That means I guess I'd better at least make your acquaintance and know your name," I said. "I'm Nathan."

"I had you pegged for a geek, but I'm re-evaluating." She stuck out her hand. We shook, and she said, "I'm Amy." We said it was nice to meet each other. Then she said, "I've been a townhouse owner for six years, different places. There's always only one other tenant. That's the way I prefer it. Then I take time to get to know the person, and I don't have the tenanting issues of a regular apartment.

"So I'd like to see you here tomorrow evening. I figure on putting burgers and brats on the grill. We can have dinner and just enjoy the outdoors," Amy suggested.

"Sounds like a plan. I'll be here," I agreed. "Around six ok?"

"Yeah, I'll have the grill going by 5:30, it'll heat, we'll cook and eat by like quarter after," she said.

"All right. See you then," I said. "Thanks for the invite. It's nice to know my landlord," I added. I turned and strode away. Around the back of the house there was a very broad expanse of gently sloping grass. There was a group of trees between us and the next property, and our residential street at the front was fairly quiet. It was likely to make a nice evening tomorrow.

Day Two

I killed the day on Saturday with house chores. I mowed my section of lawn at the front. The rear was hired out; it was certainly big enough, and most small outfits charged $40 a cut. There was enough of my rent, Amy could deduct the groundskeeping and make a comfortable chunk.

I cleaned house, did two loads of laundry, took a walk, lifted weights, and caught a movie via Amazon Instant Video to kill a chunk of time in the afternoon before I made my way to Amy's just before six. Sure enough, by about 5:30 I began smelling burning charcoal on the faint breeze that was moving. I knocked at the front and Amy opened up and directed me around back. Five minutes later she appeared with a platter bearing half a dozen raw burgers and that many freshly boiled brats. She laid everything out on the hot grill and dropped the lid.

We pulled up a pair of lawn chairs kitty-corner a few feet from the grill. "I heard you getting all your housekeeping done. Are you the organized type?" Amy asked.

"Yeah," I said. "Have been for years."

"I didn't figure I'd have a problem with you," she declared.

"You won't," I assured her. "I know what it takes, and I've never been disrespectful or lazy regarding my living situation," I added.

"I love that smell," Amy said, speaking of the smell of the grilling food. She looked at me and said, "You do like grilled food."

"Yeah, I answered, "one of my favorite things."

"Anybody who doesn't take that position is nuts," Amy decided, as she got up to turn and check the meat. She arranged things, and then announced that she was going to grab a couple of salads, some chips, and condiments. I remained rooted, with her permission, making sure the grill didn't shoot flames while she was gone.

It took two trips, but she had everything squared away and ready to be served in about five minutes. She took the finished brats off the grill and turned the burgers one more time and closed the lid again. She gave them a few more minutes, checked them with a thermometer. They were ready. Each of us filled a plate and ate in companionable silence.

She served a little ice cream for dessert. We both ended up comfortably full, with plenty of water to aid our digestion. I helped with cleanup where I could, including scraping down the grill. Amy pawned off two brats and a burger to me, along with a little of both salads.

I went to put things away in my fridge, and Amy said, "Hey, come on back over and sit with me out here awhile when you get stuff put away." Who was I to argue, I guess? I completed the fridge run, returning with a six-pack of Heineken.

We ended up sitting outside staring at the expanse of back lawn and having a couple beers each, sucking up two hours of the evening. Amy sat a little slumped, with her long legs stretched out in front of her.

"You have nice legs," I pointed out offhandedly.

"I wondered if I might turn you on a little bit," she admitted. "How old are you, anyhow?" she asked.

"Thirty-three," I replied.

"I'm thirty eight," she returned.

A little idle conversation later, the bugs tried to kill us both. But yet Amy wouldn't let me leave. We went in and up the entry stairs. I parked myself on the couch, to the right of the stairs against a wall. In front of the couch along a half-wall was the TV. The kitchen was to the left of the main living area. Amy made a point of sitting next to me. She swung her legs up and rested her feet on my lap.

"I don't suppose you'd rub my feet?" she questioned.

"Bear in mind, I'm not, and have never claimed to be, a professional," I pointed out.

"I don't want a professional, just a foot rub," she pressed.

"All right." I took one of her feet and gently worked each toe with a couple of fingers. I wrapped my hands around the top of her foot, rubbing the top side and kneading into the bottom with my thumbs. She didn't startle at all. I worked back toward her ankle and heel, gently pushing my fingers along the top and working my thumbs into her heel. I repeated the process with her other foot.

"Wow, that was nice. Many thanks," Amy said. She swung her feet back to the floor. She spread her legs and rested her elbows on her knees. She looked at me. "One good turn deserves another. So come sit over here and I'll work a little magic for you."

I slid over next to her. She spread her legs and said, "No, dummy, park your backside right here," , and patted the couch cushion between them. I moved and carefully sat myself down.

I felt Amy's hands at my shoulders, rubbing. They shifted to moving up and down my back after a few minutes. They returned to my shoulders and kneaded in, more and more deeply, for several minutes. She worked her fingers and palms into my back for a length of time.

"Shit, that's nice," I said quietly. Amy very carefully shifted her hands to work my neck, and she was more careful and decidedly gentle when compared to my other parts. As she let her hands work my shoulders again, I felt Amy wrap her arms around my chest and lean toward me.

Then I heard a long, thumping rumble rolling into the couch cushion. "Yes. Better," Amy said. She massaged me some more. A few minutes later, another long, steady raspberry played against the couch where both of our butts rested. Amy's hands slid down to take mine.

"I want to just sit here with you and let things out. I've got more, and I want to keep going," Amy said quietly. "I'll make you a deal. I won't restrain you, and you just stay put till I'm done."

"I guess," I conceded. To this point, things weren't kinky or anything. And my sense of smell wasn't offended. Amy let her hands roam some more. Enjoying the feel of her touching me, I relaxed.

Minutes passed. Amy worked another long, loud roar into the upholstery. It was impressive in its own way. With my hands in hers again, she leaned toward my left ear, and asked, "Honestly, you doing okay?" Her warm breath was nice on my cheek. She puckered up and gave me a quick, gentle, sucking kiss.

I said, "I'm fine. What you're doing isn't very lady-like."

She laughed. I felt her shaking as she leaned on me. "I guess it isn't. Okay, one more go-round. She sighed, and I felt her relax.

Then her mind shifted gears. "This is going to be different," she decided. She slid back and gracefully disentangled herself from behind me. "Stay. Good boy." She treated me to a cocky smile.

She pulled the curtains across her two adjoining living room windows. She came and stood in front of me and unfastened her jeans. She tugged them down and pulled them off. I was treated to a nice view of a hot-pink bikini bottom and her long legs. My penis woke and responded of its own accord.

Amy peeled the bikini bottom down across her ass cheeks. Literally. She stepped out of it and said, "Hold this, kiddo." I took it. Standing there in front of me, I fully absorbed the very firsthand view of her ass. It was very round. Tanned and smooth. She carefully eased it onto my lap.

A minute later, she let loose a seconds-long gassy rumble. I felt some weak vibrations in my thighs. Amy sat for a couple more minutes. Then she lifted her butt off my lap, but she didn't move any further. The air around us smelled faintly of sulfur.

Holding herself up with one arm, Amy used her other to take each of my hands and clamp them to her waist. She put her hand down again and stayed there, her ass a few inches off my lap.

I suddenly had a minor premonition about what she might do. "Amy, you shouldn't," I said. She was going to put a number two in my lap!?

"That's true," she said, "maybe I shouldn't. Some would argue it's just wrong. But I would like to, and I want to, so I'm going to. We can wash your shorts, man. Don't worry. I'm making the mess, I'll clean it up."

Without further ado, she sighed deeply. Then I heard a soft groan. Unbidden, my eyes locked on her caboose. I noticed a couple of inches of brown sticking out of her anus. Not showing a lot of effort, the turd grew for Amy, sliding out easily after clearing the broad end. She sighed and groaned again, and her log of shit grew some more and dropped free, squarely into my lap.

It was dark, looked a little firm, and had healthy length. A heavy ripe odor slammed into my nose. "Jesus," I said. I felt the weight of it in my lap, and it was body-heat warm, besides. Reaction check; I was pretty sure I wasn't going to puke; it didn't smell that bad; but...my dick was hard, throbbing.

Obviously my sexual center liked what Amy had just done to me. She stood up and wandered into one bedroom. I heard toilet paper unrolling. She was wiping. She returned , walked over, and carefully lifted her gift off my lap as if she did it all the time. She returned to the toilet, and I heard it flush shortly.

Amy came out again. She asked me to lose my shorts. I stepped out of them carefully and held them out. Come to think of it, the laundry facilities were at the bottom of the stairs, in an alcove to the right of the entry door. She disappeared again. I heard the washing machine in a couple of minutes.

She returned. "I can go get you some clean shorts. Tell me where to find them in your place."

All righty then, I supposed. I turned over my keys. My place was a lot like hers, with no stairs and the second bedroom containing the laundry appliances. I told her where my bedroom was, and where to find my clothes.

Then I said, "Tell me your not going to shit on me once I have the clean ones."

"I could pull an encore, but no, I won't. The kinky animal has been satisfied for the time being."

"Thank you for sharing," I said sarcastically. She fired right back. "You'll like it when I share." She stepped over, and blatantly reached toward my groin and groped it gently. "Looks like we have a reaction. I'd say it wasn't as bad as you tried to make me think it was."

She disappeared and returned in three minutes with my clean shorts. I pulled them on and seated myself on the couch again. Amy joined me, settling close again.

"You're not denying I've got the looks," she said, more stated than questioned.

"No, not denying that," I confirmed.

"Well, my opinion is, you're not ugly. So I gave in to an urge, without trying to explain it first. If I had, you probably would have up and left. Come on. 'Hey, Nathan, I'm kinky and I want to shit on you.' Probably not going over well," Amy pointed out.

"So you have...a fetish," I suggested.

"I suppose you could call it that. I do have limits. I don't do blatantly messy stuff or dangerous stuff related to this. Dropping a load in the toilet with a partner in attendance, or taking a dump on a partner, those things are in my wheelhouse. Making a mess after dispensing isn't my thing; forcing that kind of activity or other things that could be called outright gross don't do it for me. I do like mild domination and just a touch of control.

"It was very forward of me to do what I did with you. But I wanted to have it out in the open. It isn't my intention to be mean; I don't get into humiliating people. There are certain aspects of my kinky side that I want to enjoy. That's all. I'm not a porn star for my kink. I do what I do behind closed doors, with the understanding that what happens is between consenting adults and stays between them."

"Most of the boundaries that matter seem well-defined," I said.

"They are. That said, there is one thing I need to tell you. My fetish is my own, but a few years ago, I became friends with a couple of ladies who had parallel interests. One of them is strictly into golden showers, tolerates worship of bodily areas, and would explore the pooping angle with the right person.

"The other lady is very into the defecation end of things. Like me, she doesn't do messy or gross, or outright humiliation. She does a certain amount of control. She's been into the fetish for like fifteen years. She's not an independent professional mistress, but she has the temperament for it. She has done several photo and video shoots for websites that cater to the fetish.

"If you think I lay big turds,this lady will blow your mind. She happens to be heavy, a little round, with a big butt; I'm talking probably twice what I've got. The odd thing is, beyond her size, she's pretty enough. She likes ass worship and face-sitting, and passing gas. She understands that people new to the circle the three of us have might be uncomfortable with her because of her size and her interests, afraid that she would dominate them and have her way whether they liked it or not. She talks really kinky, but she may as well be a professional. She'd take good care of a person she wanted to explore her interests with."

"And I get to know all this because?" I inquired.

"Because the three of us are getting together tomorrow. And you won't have to leave when we do. I didn't guarantee you would be into the things we are, but the others would like to meet you and try a few things. The golden shower lady would like to treat you at least twice. The bigger is better lady would like to let you ride the porcelain with her, and load up your lap, and pass gas with you."

"Jesus, I don't know," I said. "I'm not that comfortable with you, as it stands."

"These ladies will break you in. Even with the limited timeframe--we're thinking three afternoons/evenings to work with you, and continue our working lives--they'll go easy, and they will treat you right. They get it, and they'll take good care of you when the kink happens. They're friendly. You don't have to fear or worry."

"Just for my lack of relations with the ladies in general at this point, I'll meet your friends. But my input has to matter," I said.

"Sure, that's absolutely understandable," Amy agreed. She took my face gently in her hands." Nathan, you have nothing to fear. The ladies are looking to help you enjoy what they do. That's it. You were hung when I shit in your lap. Let things ride with us for a few evenings. Get something out of it for yourself," Amy suggested.

"This just became a summons," I said to her.

"That's probably true," she admitted. "You get the bed in the office, or you have the option to share mine."

I went to grab some essentials from my place, and then I returned and chose option two. Amy's smile and subsequent kiss on the lips, with tongue, made me weak.




The Summons



Day Three

We were eating breakfast at eight a.m. the next morning when Amy's cell phone chirped; text message, I guessed. She palmed it, and read off the screen, so I was right.

"The ladies are on their way," Amy informed me. We completed and cleaned up breakfast, and I stepped in and tended to my teeth and was stepping over to take a piss when Amy appeared in the doorway and slunk into the room. She slid up behind me. She looped her left hand around my front. Her right drifted toward my cock.

She was leaning toward me carefully, not enough to push me over, but I felt her breasts pressing lightly into my shoulders. She adopted what I called a sultry tone.I

"Can I hold your cock while you pee?" she asked.

I looked askance at her and couldn't entirely keep myself from grinning. "If you do that, I might get hard, and then I couldn't pee where it was pointed," I said.

She shifted and braced herself behind me, and her right hand took my penis and pointed it well into the bowl. "Relax. Don't think about who is holding your junk. You have a sexy blonde who is sharing her body heat with you. Now you are warm and comfortable. Relax. Take a piss," she instructed.

Very carefully, I settled against her and let my mind drift. Soon my stream started, and it became strong, as it was my first bladder release of the day. Amy made sure to hold things carefully until I was through, even shaking it for me.

I drew my boxers up. Amy stepped back and washed her hands. I disappeared to put some clothes on. When I returned, Amy was just finishing her own teeth and brushing her hair to a platinum sheen. She settled herself on her couch, and beckoned to me.

"Your clothes probably won't mean much. Things get underway, best to take them off and put them aside. The heavy lady with the big butt is likely to bring things with her to use if she wants any part of you covered while she navigates the Kinky Brick Road."

"Well, it's frowned upon to galavant around naked all day, even in one's own house," I speculated. "I'll just have to ditch them and put them on as necessary."

"I suppose," Amy admitted. "So, do you have any animosity left because I dumped a load in your lap with very little warning?"

"It kinda made me go, "Awwww, really lady? Jesus," I said to her. "But I admit it is hard to stay mad at someone as pretty as you."

Amy wrapped an arm around me and nestled close. "Well, it's nice to be forgiven. But, I do have to pee, and it's probably best done before my friends are here. Would you be willing to come along?"

"Are you gonna get me wet?" I asked.

"No ,we'll save that for later," she decided. "It'll happen often enough the next few evenings."

She led me over to the bathroom, and we went in and closed the door. Amy hung her pajamas and a bathrobe on a hook on the back of it. She walked over, lifted the toilet lid, and sat. Her long legs looked marvelous. She made room by opening them and shifting herself backward as far as she dared. I braced myself on her legs and tucked in between them as best I could.

Amy leaned into me and gently wrapped her arms above my belly. Fast getting used to this closeness, I relaxed. Very shortly, I heard liquid hissing from between her legs, and it pelted the water in the bowl of the toilet for more than five seconds.

"It's always a heavy-duty pee when it hisses out," Amy declared. And I sure like the feeling of relief."

"So are either of these ladies holding a gift for me until they get here?" I asked.

"The golden shower girl, probably not. She'll want you along for the ride before the day is done, though she might not do a golden shower for you until tomorrow. The heavy chick with the great big caboose, bank on her having gas or maybe a load to part with, and if she does, it'll happen very shortly after she gets here and settled.

"But it won't be for the reason you might think. She won't put your feet to the fire right away. She'll take the opportunity to help you get comfortable. "You'll like Lynn, Nathan. She's wanted this for awhile, and she understands that fear and discomfort are obstacles. She's a nice lady. She employs her assets easily, and you'll get comfortable fast," Amy assured me.

"I hope so," I said quietly. Five minutes later, the cards were about to be on the table. There came a knock on the door. Amy stood and walked gracefully over to let her friends in.

"Hi guys, come on in," she said, with the door open wide enough for the two of them to enter. They each had a medium-size travel bag, nothing more. First through the entry was a woman about five-eight, with an ample but not fat figure, straight dark hair styled like Amy's, and noticeable Asian traits. She had soft brown eyes. Her ass was compact but rounded, and she had a nice chest, right in the comfortable midrange.

Second up, I waited for the sizable, friendly lady, and she stepped through. She was probably five-ten, with her visible skin nicely tanned. She also had dark hair. Both women wore jeans and t-shirts. And the newcomer was probably in the neighborhood of two hundred fifty pounds.

Her torso was rounded, with a sizable set of hooters. Her hair was dark, loose rings, and fell just below the middle of her back; fairly long. She of course had ample legs with wide thighs. As she moved into the room, I discreetly eyed her from the rear. Her back was broad, but her ass was undeniably large. I wanted to measure it; I guessed the width at more than two feet. Wow, to get close to that, I found myself thinking.

Aside from her size, her mentioned features made her attractive. I supposed late thirties, but looking youthful. She happened to turn as I was studying things and treated me to a nice, easy smile. She disappeared into the office/bedroom. The Asian woman disappeared into Amy's room. Amy returned after giving the two brief instructions.

"Are these ladies local?" I asked. "They understand it'll be evenings only while we all draw our paychecks, like every week?"

"Yes, they are. It's all good," Amy informed me.

She parked herself in another of two chairs in the room besides the couch. The Asian woman was out first, and Amy introduced her as Emma, with Korean ancestry. Like many Asians, she had natural beauty and a certain degree of "agelessness."

The heavy lady, of course, was Lynn. Lynn made a point of settling in next to me. Amy introduced me as Nathan, and Lynn reciprocated a greeting in a mellow, feminine, honey-toned voice. It was still somewhat youthful, too, along with her looks.

Both women were thirty-six. Both worked at a fashion supply company started by one of Lynn's relatives and currently owned and run by Lynn. Business was very steady, enough that both women were comfortable. Both were also single.

Lynn said, directed to Amy, "Well, the toilet calls." Then she turned to me and said, "Nathan, I'd like to take you with me. I know it's fast, but I think we'll do fine," she said. I exchanged a look with Amy. She nodded.

"We might as well get a start somehow," I said to Lynn. She stood, and with surprising ease and grace, moved toward the bathroom. I followed. We entered, and the door closed. I slid my shorts and boxers off.

"Nothing overly kinky yet. Just sit with me while the process happens." She smiled. I stood to her left. She reached over and pulled me against her ass. She rubbed my back. Using two hands, she reached into a pocket and came out with a hair tie.

She gathered her hair and formed a ponytail, pulling it through the tie. "You have long hair," I said. "It looks nice, though," I added. "You wear it well."

"Yeah, if only I didn't weigh 225," she said with a slight grin. "It's my genes."

"Well, if you're comfortable with yourself, and healthy, those are two things that really matter," I pointed out. Lynn stepped to the toilet, raised the lid, and slid her jeans and panties down. In profile her right cheek was big, white, pale and rounded, drooping toward the top of her thigh. Though there was excess, the skin was smooth. She sat

I stepped toward Lynn. Effortlessly, she turned me and carefully lowered me toward her lap. Before I met her thighs, she spread her legs and parked me on a small section of the toilet seat.

"That comfortable enough for five minutes?" she asked.

"It'll do," I confirmed. Really, it was a snug fit, with Lynn's seriously ample thighs clamping me gently on either side and her hefty torso pressing into my back. Surprisingly, all I wanted was to relax. My dick hardened, and I let that occur. Why did ample women turn me on, outside of my obvious enjoyment of big butts?

Lynn's youthful voice in my ear. "Things could get loud. I'm going to pass gas, and then take a crap. You get a world-class seat. Don't worry. Enjoy the noise, and you can have a look at the final product. I happen to be a queen of sorts," she said.

Not thirty seconds passed. Lynn sighed deeply, and there was a loud report into the toilet. It was loud and deep, a rolling rumble that echoed long. Lynn moaned quietly, some relief coming to her body. She pointed her knees out, and a hint of heavy rotten egg odor caught my nose.

One of Lynn's hands played through my hair. The other slid down and very gently fondled my cock. The hand in my hair caressed the back of my neck. Lynn leaned into me hard, and a faint raspberry started in her ass. It transformed into another loud rumble, and then to a crackling blast. Lynn moved, and more heavy odor climbed out of the toilet.

Lynn wrapped her arms around me, and gently pulled her thighs back in. Her bare skin seemed awfully warm. She nuzzled my cheek, letting me feel warm breath and warm lips and wet tongue caressing my cheek.

I was ready to fire away. Lynn leaned on me again, and exhaled hard, then relaxed, still leaning. I pictured her parted ass cheeks, letting the load of shit pass out of her. When she relaxed, I could hear the turd sliding out. It dropped loudly to the water, with a splash.

"Fucking depth charge," Lynn panted in my ear. Jesus, I thought. Suddenly I grabbed my penis, pointed it, and groaned. With Lynn's comment, I envisioned an absolutely huge log sitting in the toilet that probably wasn't humanly possible. But it got me off. I groaned and let out a breath with my release.

Lynn granted me permission to get off her lap. I did, and she stood. I got my look into the toilet. There wasn't a lot of length to her deposit, maybe eight inches. The diameter had to have been three to four inches. It was dark and solid-looking. There was a heavy sulfur smell. For whatever reason, my nose wasn't wrinkled.

Lynn flushed. If we had added TP along with her deposit, we might have needed a plunger or a plumber. When the pipes cleared, Lynn wiped thoroughly and dropped the TP and flushed again.

Standing near the wall, Lynn hadn't gotten her pants and panties back up. Carefully she stepped over, moved one of my arms, stepped in front of me, and replaced my hand against the wall. She was now between me and it.

She leaned over, shoving her large ass into my groin and even up around my bladder. She put a hand on each cheek to juggle and shake the excess fat. Her buttocks gyrated around my groin for a few minutes.

Now she had instructions. "Keep hold of the wall, back up as far as you can." I did so. Using the wall, Lynn bent over, pressing her derriere into my pelvis, hard. I spread my legs, allowing as much of her ass between them as I could. She remained bent over for a few minutes, letting me absorb and enjoy the size and feel of her caboose.

Eventually we disengaged from each other and washed hands. We traveled back to the living room and occupied the couch. Amy looked at me, and I smiled. Amy looked relieved.

The day wore on. Lunch was simple sandwiches and fruit, with whatever miscellaneous items we chose to throw in. We decided a game of Monopoly was in order, which only required a little more than two hours to finish.

Amy and Lynn had had their turns with me as a porcelain co-pilot, and closing out Monopoly, Emma wanted her opportunity. Amy looked at me, then raised her eyebrows at Emma.

I stood from the kitchen table; Emma met me halfway around and said quietly near my ear, "You want to come along?"

"It's only fair," I said, grinning.

We navigated across the way to the bathroom. Emma closed the door behind us and proceeded to strip to her lingerie. It was red, and I thought, probably silk. She made her way to the toilet, opened the lid, dropped her panties, and sat. I stepped over , and she repeated Lynn's move of easily lowering me between her legs.

"Don't feel bad, but I'm only going to pee," Emma told me.

"Whatever works for you. I hear you're mostly into that anyhow. Whatever you want to do, I'll enjoy," I said.

When she had first come through the door, I registered that Emma was far from ugly. Being this close to her now, my opinion clarified even more. While she had natural beauty, she was attractive beyond that. Her figure was just about right, in my book. Her skin was a fair shade, and smooth.

Right now, she gently circled my torso with her hands. I rested mine on her knees. Relaxing was not coming the way it had with Lynn and Amy. Shortly Emma began to empty her bladder, and her stream was immediately powerful. Had she not been sitting, it would have sounded like a guy taking a piss.

Hearing the power in her relieving herself, I relaxed, and got sprung. Her stream lasted about 10 seconds, then tapered off and stopped. I carefully turned my head to look at her. Her face split into a big smile.

"That was naughty," I said.

"You liked it, right?" Emma asked. "For the record, when I pee on you, it's going to be at least that good," she informed me.

"I think I can handle it," I said. I stood to let Emma tend to herself. Out of habit, I wet and wiped my hands; she gave hers an appropriate wash. Before I could open the door, Emma had stepped close and was looking me in the face. Us being around the same height, it was nothing for her to gently suck on my cheek. Her lips felt rather full, which I had personally never experienced, but I decided it was nice.

We stepped back into the living room. Emma took the second chair in the room, leaving me to rejoin Lynn on the couch. To eliminate a chunk of the afternoon, we raided Amy's movie collection.

Later, Lynn made omelets for everyone for dinner. I had chosen to take a walk after the movie, so I had some appetite. Everyone paired toast and fruit, and we proceeded to eat in companionable silence. Everyone helped with clean up, and pointedly thanked Lynn for cooking for all of us.

I lost myself in a book for a while; Lynn disappeared into the bedroom/office, and Emma took a couple of business-oriented calls on her cell phone. That left Amy and I in the living room. I took stock of things: There were currently three women under this roof that enjoyed watersports and other bathroom kinkiness. I had had two appointments with Amy, the first being an ambush; and one encounter apiece with Lynn and Emma.

Amy may have been using mental telepathy. She said, "Well, Nathan, did I dump you into something you'd rather not be a part of?"

"I didn't necessarily think I was into the sort of things we've been doing," I said in response. But it was fairly easy to get a physical response going while things were happening," I admitted.

"So you at least feel ok about continuing?"

"I have to say I do, as long as things don't get too crazy. None of you ladies is ugly, and that helps. But I guess I'm feeling particularly drawn to Lynn. I'm damn tempted to go ask if I can cuddle with her, and I want her to take me to bed and have her way with me. Beyond her size, she's plenty pretty," I said.

"Caboose fever, too?" Amy questioned.

"I do have to admit to that. And I like a drop-dead gorgeous woman as much as the next guy. I don't necessarily understand, beyond the big asses, why ample women turn me on," I answered.

"Well, Lynn doesn't get action regularly, and she's past caring. She does have a fair amount of experience. So don't feel bad, and don't be ashamed that she appeals to you. Go see her, she won't bite your head off," Amy advised.

The two of us had been speaking quietly, so it was unlikely the other two had been eavesdropping. I stepped over and knocked on the door to Lynn's temporary quarters. I opened the door slightly and asked to come in. Permission was granted, and I closed the door behind me.

Lynn was stretched out in the bed, in her PJ's and partially upright, reading off a Kindle.

I walked over and seated myself on the bed. "You need something, Nathan, honey?" Lynn's smooth, mellow voice asked.

"No need here. But...I wanted... to be here, with you," I said haltingly.

"Stand up." I did as she asked. She spread her right leg, reached out, parked ne on her thigh, and slid me into the open space, where she let my torso rest against hers. She slid her leg back over. "This what you want?" she asked quietly.

"Yes," I said in return. She took up the Kindle again. With Lynn's soft, ample figure surrounding me, and feeling heat radiating through the thin cotton of her pajamas, I relaxed.

Lynn let me be content and took time to finish her chapter. She set the Kindle aside, lifted her head, tugged her hair tie out, and shook her loose ringlet hairstyle out. Then, she slid me onto her left thigh, turned me, and had me facing her, straddling both her legs.

She unfastened buttons on her bedtime top; large, heavy breasts rested naked on her torso; they were smooth, pale, fleshy mounds. Lynn and I stared at each other for a long moment. She put a hand at the back of my head, and I let her push it slowly down until my face met her tits.

I let it be gently pushed deep, and I felt the heat of her skin. I let my hands roam carefully over her knockers. She reached down and lifted the underside of her boobs, pushing the soft flesh up along the sides of my face. My erection filled out completely. Lynn left my face plowed into her chest. using her headlights to gently but thoroughly molest my face. No complaints here.

Lynn's hands moved and played through my hair; it certainly felt nice. She dropped her hands to my waist, and I lited my head and looked at her.

"You were apprehensive and uncomfortable at first. Then you relaxed pretty fast when we were in the bathroom together. And I know you checked out my ass several times when I first got here," Lynn said. "And I think you liked it when I passed gas on the toilet," she added.

"I liked the big noise," I said. "Did Amy tell you I've liked big butts for a few years now?"

"She might have mentioned it in passing," Lynn noted. She took one of my hands and looped it behind her. She lifted her mass of hair with her other, then moved mine up and turned it palm-up. She let the heft of her hair rest on my palm. "It's not just long," she said with a gentle smile.

She shifted her legs and nestled me all the way to her crotch.

"Holy cow, that's a lot of hair. Wow," I said. The fluffy, bouncy style hid it well; Lynn's hair was thick.

Lynn's hand rested on my upper butt. "Is that you dick I'm feeling?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Um, yes ma'am, probably," I confirmed. Her other hand dropped to my waist and slid slowly into my waistband. Her hand found my hardened cock, and she left her hand there to cup it gently.

"Whoa. That is a nice package for a smaller fella like you," she said. "It's not massive and huge, but it's bigger than one might expect."

"Thank you," I said. "Like I told you, I really can't help butt like your big ass. Pardon me for being blunt," I added.

Lynn laughed. "It is what it is," she decided. "Switch," she suddenly declared. I slid off her. She stood up and I stretched out in the partially upright posture she had used. With her back to me, she mounted the bed and carefully spread my legs. She gathered her hair, settled her head near my groin, and flipped her hair so it fanned across my stiffened standard equipment and over my bladder. The weight of it and feeling it tickle across my bare skin (Lynn had taken time to yank my shorts and boxers off) was awesome.




The Summons



It soon became to much after letting things rest there for several minutes. I placed a hand under the fan of hair and lifted it slightly. Then I took hold of my cock with my other hand, and pointed it into the soft mass. I let my mind's eye picture Lynn's very large, wide, soft ass backed up over my lap, and her laying a very large, heavy turd directly into my lap.

One shot happened, and I groaned and moved my cock. I fired again, another slimy mess.

Horror gripped me. Lynn sat up, gathered her hair, and pulled it forward to have a look. Her forehead wrinkled, and she said, "Shower time." She carefully dropped her hair down across her back, after swapping her PJ top for a towel she had in her bag. She fastened it and said, "Let's leave the shower here for those two. You're in the other unit here, right?" I nodded.

I put my clothes back on and we went out. On the way I explained to Amy that Lynn and I were going to shower at my place. She agreed that splitting between two showers was wise. Off we went.

The interior layout of my place was similar to Amy's, minus the stairs, and flip-flopping the kitchen and living room positions. We beelined for the bathroom, and stripped nude after securing the door.

Lynn was round, and her ass ample and fleshy, but she did not have belly rolls. I could clearly see her pussy. She had shaved a small area directly above the top of her labia; otherwise there was a dark, thick thatch of hair above her vagina. My penis responded again.

Lynn stepped close before we moved into the shower. "By the way, I don't get mad, I get even, ok?" she said quietly with a smile.

I didn't know what she was planning, but I thought I better try to find out. "I'm sorry for doing the deed in your hair. Women with big asses just crank me up," I said. "What are you going to do to me?"

I must have looked like a startled animal. "I'm not going to do anything to you," Lynn replied. I'm going to do some things with you."

We entered the shower. Lynn turned on and adjusted the water. She soaked her hair and got the worst of my "special delivery" out of it. She took ten minutes to shampoo and rinse twice. She soaped and rinsed her body, minus her personal areas.

She drew me close, letting me lean on her. "First step in your penance is to wet and soap and rinse my ass, and then my snatch. Twice," she ordered. "You start with one, and you're done when I say switch."

"Yes, ma'am," I answered. I stepped back and got her butt wet. I added body wash to my hands and started the lather, then applied it. Using a hand for each cheek, I rubbed it around thoroughly for several minutes. Lynn reached back and parted the halves of her ass slightly, and I rubbed soap around the crack and her asshole and rinsed immediately.

Lynn let her cheeks close and moved my hands. I rinsed her buttocks thoroughly. I lathered again and rubbed her down. I rinsed. Lynn looked back at me and said, "Around the front, Nathan. Go ahead and kneel for me."

I did as I was told. From here, Lynn's vagina was nearly eye-level. I wet the area down carefully, pubic hair and all, and lathered my hands. I soaped her patch and rubbed her labia carefully. I worked for several minutes before Lynn stopped me. I repeated the process and rubbed her labia for a few minutes.

Lynn's hand found the back of my head. She pushed her hips forward and got her pussy within two or three inches of my face. She rubbed it some more and slid fingers into it. When she was ready, she came. She screamed, unloading a gushing splash right on my face. Lynn rubbed furiously again, and then she pulled my mouth open. She carefully slid her pussy to meet it, gently thrusting her hips while she did.

Warm, thick fluid sprayed into my mouth. Lynn panted hard, and swore from her toes. I let my mouth droop, and I knew Lynn was inspecting her work. "Penance number two. Messy come. I spray." She leaned to my ear. Swallow, babe," she said.

I did. It tasted a little like bad fish. I worked my tongue around my mouth. Lynn cleansed my face. I was allowed to complete a shower and brush my teeth and use mouthwash, twice.

We dressed and reappeared over at Amy's for a bit. She suggested that since work would continue outside of our time together, I bunk at my place. I gathered my few things and returned home. As I made for the door, Lynn asked with her eyes if she could come too. I nodded. We crashed in the same bed.

Day Four

Both of our days started by eight a.m. We were up by six, managing breakfast. Once we'd finished, Lynn asked if I was okay after last night's episode. I said yes. I added that I'd never had a super-soaker come shot on my face and into my mouth, and I'd never swallowed, either.

"Well, I wasn't going for queen bitch," Lynn said. "I wanted to broaden the horizons, with just a hint of control added in. And I will admit, there are two more steps to your penance, which will happen after work. I will also ask you another question."

"Okay," I acknowledged.

"Nathan, I'm flattered you have become drawn to me in particular, because ample, big-caboose women appeal to you. None of what happened last night was supposed to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. You can trust me. You're in good hands. I personally think you're a tolerant partner, given a little time to ease your 'new-to-me, take it slow' discomfort.

"So I, and the other two, will see you after work, and the dance with good hands from your group of ladies will continue," Lynn finished.

We sat for a bit and departed for work. I wasn't chomping at the bit for my kinky exploits to continue, but the day dragged by until the last hour, when I got busy enough to lose track of time.

But eventually it was quitting time, and I did journey home. Given what was likely to happen this evening, I held off taking a shower. I traded my work attire for well-used shorts and a t-shirt. Then I wandered over to Amy's and knocked at the door.

It was opened by Emma, who said, "Hey, Nathan, come in. We ordered pizza. It should be here in about fifteen minutes." So I stepped in and closed the door. Amy gave me a grin as she worked at placing table settings. Emma had wandered into the living roon and occupied one of the two chairs there. Lynn had stretched out on the couch. I wandered there and Lynn dropped her feet to the floor.

As I started to sit, Lynn grabbed me carefully and sat me sideways on her lap. She turned my head and gave me a long, gentle kiss full on the lips. I accommodated her and responded in kind. She was apparently happy to see me. She slid her hands loosely around my waist. She nestled into me.

Emma's prediction rang true; the pizza showed up at the appointed time. Amy had three slices, Emma and I had two, with a side of fruit, and Lynn ate four slices, drinking a very generous amount of water. I wondered if she had added a fiber supplement. I suspected yes. Emma had serious fluid intake as well.

We settled in for another movie as things digested somewhat. When it ended, I felt compelled to go for a walk. The ladies cleared me, and I returned after twenty minutes. Lynn parked me next to her.

Half an hour later, Emma became very fidgety. "My bladder is full enough to give Nathan a nice treat," she announced. "So let's go, my friend." I accompanied her into the bathroom. She stripped down, as did I. "I hope you're ready for a nice dousing," she said as she directed me to sit in the bottom of the shower.

I leaned back just a little, and Emma ended up straddling my upper chest, squatting slightly with her ass about a foot from my face. Seconds later her bladder control went bye-bye. A surging rush splashed my upper chest, wher e her crotch was pointed, and piss ran down my torso and split into multiple streams.

This time, I counted as Emma's bladder gave in. I made it to fifteen. Warm pee drenched my bare skin. Her stream subsided and she stood up. "Fuck," was all she said. She stepped away from me carefully and out of the shower. She walked to the door, cracked it, and called in a loud indoor voice, "Next!"

Emma put her clothes on and departed; Amy, lovely long legs and all, appeared. She stripped off her shorts, panties, and button-down blouse. She had no bra. I adjusted myself and she stepped into the shower.

She oriented herself much as Emma had. Her stream hit me hard in the belly for eight seconds, warm again and welcome. Then she knelt and I sprawled nearly flat. I eyed her tanned, ample, rounded rump.

Amy sighed and relaxed. In another couple minutes, her anus bloomed open, and a dark mass occupied it. Feeling it, Amy pushed, slow but smoothly, no stopping. The end of her turd drooped out, large and dense. Sulfur hit my nostrils. Amy's opening stretched, and the load she was working on maintained its healthy size and grew in length.

Drooping three or four inches, it touched my belly, and then its mass dropped onto my belly as its length increased. It fell free of her ass, probably a healthy ten inches, soft with a heavy odor. It was awfully warm on my skin.

"Wow... dammit," Amy sighed. She glanced at me and grinned. She stood slowly, stepped out, wiped and flushed. She gloved her hands and gingerly lifted her gift off my upper half. She placed it in the toilet and repeated the flush. She stripped the gloves and washed her hands thoroughly.

"Nice work," I complimented. She treated me to a wide smile.

"You're very welcome," she answered. She leaned back into the shower and turned the water on, rinsing urine off me and out of the bottom of the tub/shower. I sat again and waited for Lynn.

She appeared through the door within a minute. She slid her clothes off. She stepped into the shower. I crowded over to one side, still sitting. Lynn asked, "You scared?" I answered, "I guess not."

She directed me to lay down, and turn my head toward the bathroom entry. I did. She positioned herself carefully, and slowly lowered her ass until it occupied the small space in front of my face, inches off the bottom of the tub. She was apparently going to drop her deposit in front of my face, but not on it. Very up close and personal.

Lynn squatted there and relaxed. I appreciated the close proximity of her wide, soft backside. Lynn reached with her left hand and began rubbing, stroking and groping my cock. Within another minute, Lynn's cheeks began to spread, and her anus opened.

Lynn took a slow, deep breath. She stopped playing with my penis and steadied herself.What happened next amazed me and apparently didn't require a lot of effort on Lynn's part. Brown filled her rectum, slowly easing out at first, but then Lynn started to push. A very large end of her bowel load freed itself from her anus, and once that was done, her turd maintained its healthy diameter and came sliding out all in one motion.

It hit the bottom of the tub two or three inches from my nose. Lynn continued, and the brown mass spread out, and then piled on top of itself before it was completely out of Lynn's ass.

It was large, long, dark and somewhat soft.The smell was a combination of ripe and sulfurous. I did not feel compelled to pinch my nose. Maybe it was because I was thinking of this pretty-faced, ringlet-haired woman and her amazing ass cheeks making the delivery.

Lynn stood slowly and carefully stepped out of the shower. She was very aware of not stepping on me. I sat up slowly, then stood. Lynn looked back at me and her face softened.

"I'm fine," I assured her. "That was a serious dump," I added.

She stepped toward me and folded me against her. "Oh my God, that felt good," she said softly in my ear. "I told you I was a queen."

I hugged Lynn's ample middle and let my hands rub her buttocks gently. She rubbed my back. Eventually she broke free and thoroughly wiped herself. She moved, leaned into the shower, and came out holding her large, soft turd bare-handed.

"What?" she said, wide eyed. "That's what people wash hands for. " After she made the deposit to the toilet, she stepped over and thoroughly soaped and rinsed her hands, in triplicate.

I soaped and scrubbed thoroughly in the shower, and then I let Lynn have her turn. Emma and Amy followed, at reasonable intervals. When she and Emma were squared away ,they came into the living room and Amy said, "Nathan, we decided we can let you out of your summons. Each of us has had at least two turns letting you keep us company in the bathroom."

"Well, thank you for treating me well," I said.

"We know we scared you shitless to begin with, but it was never our intention to be a bunch of witches. We were all feeling kinky, and we thought you might be a good candidate for helping us out," Amy declared.

It was now getting a little late in the evening, and Emma announced her intentions to be headed home. I shook hands and she gave me a lingering hug, telling me she enjoyed giving me a golden shower. I responded that I had enjoyed getting it. She told me that if I so desired, I could get another complementary soaking anytime I asked. We exchanged phone numbers. She left.

Amy and Lynn walked me home. All three of us stepped inside. Amy said, "Nathan, beyond everything else, I would like to do things decidedly more ordinary, like take you to bed, and fuck you."

"Well, at least you don't mince words, and I think I would very much enjoy letting you take me to bed," I answered.

Amy asked if tomorrow night might work for us to get together; I told her we could sure plan it that way. She kissed me on the lips, and left.

Then there was Lynn. She sat herself on my couch. She beckoned me over, and I straddled her lap, facing her.

"Nathan, you remember I said I wanted to ask you a question?" I nodded. She went on, "Is there anything more you want to do, just the two of us?"

I answered, "Honestly, I would like you to have your way with me in bed. I want to worship your tits and your ass."

She said, with a chuckle, "I have enough experience for that. We can go there. The last part of your penance can happen, too. I want to pass gas on you, make your insides feel the vibration. Then I want to drop a load in your lap. I'd like to take a shower with you."

"I'm game for all that. You want to just stop after work tomorrow, and Amy and I will entertain each other later in the evening?"

"Sounds good. See you tomorrow then," Lynn agreed. We hugged. She said she was glad we had had the opportunity to meet. I responded in kind. She left, grinning.

Day Five

Up and at it the next day. Unlike yesterday's anticipation making the day drag, time flew this go-round. I held off on a shower when I got home, around 4:30. Given what Lynn was going to do, it would have been pointless. If we got laid, we'd probably sweat too.

Lynn showed up by five. When she walked in after I answered the door, she said, "Well, Nathan, the first thing I think I need is a little time to relax. You do have a movie collection?"

"Yes, I do," I affirmed. We chose Grown Ups, a fairly recent Adam Sandler comedy. Having seen it a few times, I fixed dinner from leftovers and ate while I watched. Lynn was progressively affectionate as the movie played; she wrapped one arm around me, then slid me over one wide thigh into her lap. She nestled her thighs into my hips, and settled my head just below her shoulder.

As the movie ended, Lynn said, "It's time. Go ahead and lie on the floor, and I'll tickle your insides with a nice dose of good vibrations from my ass."

I sprawled on the floor in front of my couch. Lynn stepped over with a foot on either side of me, and slowly crouched and worked down to her knees. I couldn't help but watch her great big posterior drop toward me. She was wearing snug jeans, which only accented the size of her butt.

Very gently, she settled her ass to my belly, leaning back slightly to cause her cheeks to pancake out just a little. "Okay?" Lynn asked. I said yes. Less than a minute later, it started. I felt just a gentle flutter under the skin of my belly, and heard a very muffled rumble.

I expected Lynn to lift herself slightly and force the gas out, to feel better. But then I realized she wanted duration; for me to have a physical sensation for as long as possible. She leaned back a little more, and I tensed to take her weight. Now she worked to push the gas out.

The raspberry rumble got a little louder. It vibrated down through my skin into my belly fat and muscle. Lynn exhaled hard, finishing the gas with a deep crackle. My belly fluttered hard as she finished working me over. "Toooooooooot," she said with a chuckle. She stood and looked back.

I sat up, and moved back to the couch. Lynn sat and grinned at me. "I didn't think that could be done. But I felt that," I said. "And I would let you make me feel it again."

"Any more, I might have squished you," Lynn pointed out. "Though I wasn't trying to."

"I know," I said forgivingly. "Your ass is sooo worth it."

"You might like it a little too much," Lynn decided. I grinned and shrugged.

Lynn pulled me into her lap again, and I let her more or less wrap herself around me. We sat for several minutes. "You are just waiting until you're sure you have to shit?" I asked.

"Yes dear, and now is the time," Lynn answered.

We made our way to the bathroom. I tugged my boxers and shorts down and stepped out of them. Lynn removed her jeans and panties. She opened the lid on the toilet. "All right, Nathan, come on and sit down."

I went over and sat. Lynn's soft, wide buttocks and slight flesh roll of her lower back dominated my view. Lynn gently held my knees together and backed herself toward my upper thigh area. Gaining her balance, she squatted just a bit. I couldn't help myself. I reached out and rubbed her hip area and the edges of her ass.

I didn't have long to wait. Lynn relaxed, with a huge sigh. She was perched just high enough I would see her shit when it started to emerge. I saw her skin shift slightly as her anus opened. Two or three inches of a very large turd drooped out.

Lynn took a deep breath, then leaned over and groaned. Her big load maintained its diameter and came shooting out for about another four inches. It curled and dropped into my lap. Lynn took another couple of minutes to work the tapering end of her turd free. My cock was absolutely rigid, nearly painful.

Well, it was light-colored, big and long and somewhat soft. She had pretty much piled shit in my lap. Rotten egg odor rushed into my nostrils. Lynn turned and looked down to study her work. She cupped a hand and laid it over her nose. Eventually she removed it, and reached down to carefully lift the pile off me.

I moved out of her way in a hurry. She deposited her gift into the toilet. She gestured at the sink. I cracked the hot water and Lynn wet her hands. I applied a dose of antibacterial soap, and she lathered and rinsed and repeated. I took a turn to clean my legs where her loaf had sat.

I flushed, and let Lynn wipe, then flushed again. I put my boxers and t-shirt on. I wandered out and closed my living room drapes and kitchen blinds. Lynn stuck her head out the door. Seeing everything closed, she opened the door and sauntered gracefully out, over a short way to the bedroom. She angled in the doorway, and bent over, spreading her legs. Her glorious rump loomed in the opening. I massaged my stiff penis, willing away some of the ache. Lynn straightened, took two steps, and closed the door firmly.

I beelined over and cracked the door slowly. Lynn was dropping the bedding on my king bed. She went over to the nightstand and found a condom, then opted for a second one.

I closed the door behind me, sliding out of my boxers and yanking my shirt over my head. I walked over. My shaft throbbed. Lynn gently applied each condom, grinning at the chance to gently fondle my cock. She sprad her legs, cupping a hand under her vagina. Liquid streamed out, and she rubbed it at her opening, then played with herself. Thank God for hardwood flooring.




The Summons



NOTE: This is my first submission. I do not say that so that you will go easy on me. Tell me the truth. Be brutally honest, but be constructive. I have a thick skin, and I can handle it. This is just a little something to see how well I am received, and if I should keep trying. I am in the middle of a longer story, but need to see where my weaknesses are. For those of you that can say nothing nice, and can only criticize those that try, well, my computer has a delete button. They say that in every group, at least 1/3 are assholes. Look to your left, then to your right. If you cannot see the asshole, it is you. Hope you enjoy. 

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"What am I doing?" You say to yourself. You had been seeing Mike for a couple of months. He had always been so kind and considerate, never demanding. Sometimes you thought he was too nice. Was something wrong that he was hiding? But the text you received just an hour ago was so out of character. Maybe his true nature was showing through. Maybe the wooing was over. The text had been short and vague, with no pleasantries at all. It was so unlike him. It read, "meet me at the following address....," and it proceeded to give a street address. Finally, the text said that you were expected. What the fuck does that mean?

Once you put it in the GPS, you could tell it was near downtown, but you had never heard of the street. The whole time you are driving, you are wondering why you are even going based on such a rude text.

The answer was simple. The sex was amazing. Mike was so caring. He made sure that you got your. He hit every button, and pleased you first. His soft lips caressed your whole body. He was gentle as he kneaded your breast and let his hands wander all over your body. He took you slowly, allowing the pressure to build slowly. When he made you cum, it was like a rolling tide that washed over you. Then he held you and stroked your hair as his other hand began caressing all over again.

But you are not ready to take any bullshit. You did not have to have an affair to deal with bullshit. If that is what he is thinking, he has another thing coming.

You follow the directions as you pull up to a three story brownstone and a street that you never knew existed. It was a quite, dead end, residential street just blocks away from the bars that were all the rage in the city's night life. As you got out of the car, you realized how quite it was. You could not believe that you could walk to the hottest club in town from here. The building had no sign or indication what it was. It looked like a home, but the camera at the door and the large button that served as a doorbell lead you to believe that is was something else. You press the button and give your name. The door opens without the person on the other end saying a word. Now you are getting pissed. 

You walk in and your mouth hits the floor. It looks like the parlor of a Victorian mansion. At a desk set at the back of the room stood a beautiful redhead. She was dressed in a conservative looking suit, but it hugged and emphasized her magnificent breasts. Who is this? Was there going to be trouble? The lady smiled. And after introducing herself, she informs you that this is a very discreet hotel. Reservations and only be made by members, or some that is sent by a member. You did not know that places like this existed. She hands you an old style key and directs you to a room on the 3rd floor. You ride up the old style elevator, a small cabin with a cage that allowed you to see out as you traversed the floors.

You get off and proceed to the room. You open the door, and you see him sitting in a chair looking out the window. Mike does not turn around, just continues to stare out the window. You wait of a minute, unsure what is going on. Finally he speaks. "Come and stand in front of me." You walk over still unsure. As you get near the window, you realize that you can look down onto the bars lining the famous street. But the look is brief as you turn your back to the window to look at him. He stands, but does not speak. He looks at you from head to toe. You are wearing a sleeveless dress that hugs your every curve. The neckline plunges so far down, that wearing a bar was impractical. You can feel the sexual tension, and you can see the hunger in his eyes. You nipples harden under his stare and he can clearly see their outline as they tent the dress.

But that is not the only fabric that is tenting. You can see the outline of his cock pressing against the front of his pants. It is sticking out obscenely. After what seems like an eternity, he reaches down and unfastens his pants. He allows them to fall to the floor. Now you see why the tent seemed to be bulging out, he is going commando. His 9 inch erection is pops out and is pointing straight out at you. He still does not speak. He looks down at his cock, then back at you. You know what he wants. You cannot believe that he is being so brazen. Your ears start to burn as your anger rises, but you realize that the heat between your legs is also rising. You can feel your own dampness. You cannot believe how turned on you are.

You drop to your knees and bring your face within an inch of his cock. "Two can play at that game." You think to yourself. But you are wrong. He reaches out and runs his fingers through your hair as he gently, but firmly guides your head to his crotch. You open your mouth and decide that you are going to surprise him and take it all. You slowly slide your lips down his cock. When you get about 5 inches in, he assumes that you are going to stop, but you proceed to take the entire 9 inch length down your throat. He lets out a deep moan, and you can feel that his knees are getting weak. You have never deep throated him before. You have never had the time, or room to do it. He just assumed that you couldn't. You smile inwardly and the surprise. You move your hands behind his thighs, but he has gathered his strength and he swats them away. You put them back down at your side and allow him to gently control you with his hand on the back of your head.

He does not force it, nor does he try to gag you. You did not expect him to. He has never given you any indication that he enjoys inflicting pain or humiliation on you. He continues to moan as you slowly take him all they way down and then reverse to release all but the head, all at his direction. You can feel your juices soaking your panties. You so want to touch yourself, but as you look deep into his eyes, you know that it would not be allowed. So you relax and relinquish control to him and enjoy the pleasure you are giving him

This goes on for 15 minutes. He varies the pace and the depth, but he never forces. All the while, your tongue is working the underside of his cock. Licking, sucking, and swirling around the head. You can feel it swell. He is losing control, and his knees are again weak. Now you take over. You grab the back of his thighs and set the pace. He is too weak to object. You take him deep every time and hum as he hits the back of your throat. He is wavering. You suck him for all that you are worth and he lets out a howl like you have never heard before as he shoots off. You pull back until just the head is in your mouth and suck and swallow.

You reach down and finger your clit. You just cannot take it any more. When he is finish, you do not stop sucking, he moans because he is so sensitive, but you continue. After about 3 minutes, the sensitivity is gone and he begins to move his hips with you. But now it is your turn. You push him over to the bed and onto his back. You pull up your dress and push your thong to the side and impale yourself slowly on him. Now it is time to get yours. You lift all the way up before dropping back down on him hard. He gasps. You do it again. And again, and again. You pace is frantic. You are so worked up; you do not care if he is sensitive. He has his hands on your hips and he is holding on for dear life. You ride him hard. You grab his hair, scratch his chest, squeeze his shoulders, but you don't slow down. You can feel yourself reaching that peak. It is nothing like previous times with Mike. You can tell that this will be big and long. 

You are bouncing like a woman possessed. Right before you fall off the cliff, you jump up, turn around and place you sopping wet cunt on his mouth. He begins to lick and slurp, and drink you in like a man who has been lost in the desert. Finally, he sucks hard on your clit and you scream. Not some sexy scream, but a horror movie scream. And he won't let up. You crash over and over again, and still he won't let up. You wiggle and squirm, but he has a hold of your thighs and he won't let go. When you finally come down and roll off of him and lay beside him, he smiles. His face is shiny with your juices, but he makes no move to wipe it off. He grabs your face and kisses you deeply. After several minutes, he breaks the kiss, looks you in the eyes, and says, "I missed you." You melt. Your head falls to his chest, and before you know it, you are fast asleep.



The Summons



Camera?

Her eyes opened, she was in a haze of orgasmic bliss, but she then saw a video camera in the corner. Had it been there all this time? She looked at Ted wide eyed.

He just smiled back, wiped his wet dick on her thigh. Dressed, and left with the rest of them. 

She lay there, naked on the desk. Cum on her chin. Cum running down her ass. 'Video?!' She said to the empty room. 'What the FUCK!'