****** Life is Full of Surprises by Mark Wilson ******
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Life is Full of Surprises


The following story is not fiction at all. It is very much fact. All the events
described actually happened. However, some details have been changed for
literary reasons. The names of the participants have also been changed. This
has been done for two reasons:

1. To protect the identities of the guilty. 2. I had enough difficulty
pronouncing their names, let alone trying to spell them.


It all started just over 20 years ago when I was just 24 years old. I was
attending a close friend's 21st birthday celebration. It was a typical party;
plenty of drink, plenty of loud music, plenty of girls! One such girl
particularly caught my eye. Clearly of oriental origin, she was a stunning
sight. She was little shorter than myself, wearing a very tight leather mini-
skirt and very close fitting top. She had a reasonably sized pair of tits that
expanded the top more than just a little.

As the evening wore on, I managed to engage her in conversation. I learned that
she originated from the Philippines; that she was two years younger than myself
and that her name was Janet (changed - remember?). To cut a short story even
shorter, I offered to give her a lift home after the party. I hadn't drunk very
much as I knew that I was driving. We arrived at her flat, and she was in the
process of wishing me good night, when in a fit of bravado, I said, "You can
invite me in if you want." This was not a prize I was about to let go.

"OK," she replied, without hesitation.

So in I went. We sat down on the sofa, and chatted a while, then as our faces
turned to one another, our lips met and we engaged in a kiss. Her tongue
reached into my mouth and my tongue reached into her mouth. We checked for the
presence of each other's tonsils. As we separated, she reached for the fly
zipper of my jeans; pulled it down; reached in and pulled out my cock.

"What are you doing?" I asked (though the question was probably rhetorical at
best).

"It seems to be the thing to do," she replied. "Christ, you weren't at the back
of the queue when they were handing those out, were you?" she continued when
she discovered that I was somewhat above average size.

With that response, her lips wrapped themselves around my cock. She slurped
away, and demonstrated that she knew how to suck a cock. I felt the tip press
against the back of her throat, and then, with a bit of pressure, it slid right
in. I could have been convinced at this point, that this girl had taken classes
at school in sucking cock.

We were very shortly divesting ourselves of the rest of our clothing. It was at
this point that I got a surprise. Her cunt had absolutely no hair around it at
all. As I brushed the back of my hand against it, I expected to feel the
stubble left behind from it being shaved: but there was none. The foreplay
continued, and we went on to have a tremendous fuck. This was repeated the
following morning.

I was to learn that she lived with a partner, who happened to be away on
business that night. I was also to learn that he collected football pool
coupons on a Thursday evening each week, and that I could see her again on the
very next Thursday.

Well, this carried on for a number of years. Almost every Thursday evening, I
turned up and we had an evening of oral foreplay followed by a good fuck in
some very imaginative positions. I was more convinced than ever that she must
have learnt some of those moves at school!

During one such evening some eight or so years later, we were doing a wonderful
sixty-nine. My hand wandered over her arse, and the tip of my finger rested on
her anal opening. With a little flourish, I probed a little and the tip of my
finger entered her arse.

"I've never had it up there before," she declared.

"But you'd like to?" I enquired.

"I would like to try," she replied. "I'm always keen to try something new at
least once."

With that, I manoeuvred her onto her hands and knees, and got around behind
her. I spat on my hand, rubbed it on my cock; spat on my finger, and lubricated
her anal passage. I then offered my cock against her arse and gently applied
pressure. Her arse reluctantly opened up, and my cock slowly entered. As I
started thrusting in and out, it rapidly became clear that she was actually
enjoying it. After a few minutes, I shot my load right up her arse, just as she
let out a yell indicating that she had reached her orgasm as well.


The following Thursday saw another meeting. We gradually worked our way into a
sixty-nine position. But this time, instead of contenting herself sucking my
cock, she gradually moved to my balls, sucking each one in turn. Then, to my
great surprise, her tongue moved to my arse hole. I could feel her tongue
actually penetrating my arse. I kind of tickled, but otherwise felt very
pleasant. Following her lead, I manoeuvred my lips from her cunt, which was
already becoming very wet and sticky, round to her arse hole. It tasted a
little bitter, but nothing too bad. As I pushed my tongue into her arse, she
moaned, one of those happy contented sounds that was by now all too familiar.

All this foreplay continued for some time. She eventually lay me on my back,
and straddling my chest, positioned herself so that her arse was resting on the
tip of my cock. She then slowly lowered herself down over my shaft, until she
was firmly seated on my abdomen. She then began to rock backwards and forwards.
I quickly got the rhythm, and gently started to raise and lower my hips. She
was still quite tight, so it only required gentle movement to get us both
going. Just as I though I was about to cum, she stopped.

She climbed off my cock and announced, "Now it's your turn."

"What?" I thought to myself.

With that she went over to a drawer and took out a long dildo with four straps
attached.

"You're not serious," I said.

"Why not; do you think you will enjoy it less than I did?" she quickly
responded.

"Well, I guess I probably might, but I'm not sure," I protested after some
thought.

"Well, try it anyway, if you don't like it, we won't do it," she replied.

With that remark, she stepped into the straps; pulled up the dildo and firmly
did up the straps. She then stood there with a very large artificial cock
sticking proudly up in front of her. She rubbed some gel from a tube produced
from apparently nowhere on the dildo and stuck her gelled finger gently up my
arse. She crouched between my legs, lifting them onto her shoulders, and then
leaning forwards, she folded my legs over my head, and gradually eased the
dildo into my arse. She had obviously done this before. Slowly she pumped it in
and out. It was painful at first, especially as the dildo was larger than my
own cock. As she gently fucked my arse, I felt the urge to grab hold of my cock
and gently rub it.

"Not so fast. I want that cum inside me before you leave here," she commanded.

She grabbed my hands and quickly pinned them to the bed. After about ten
minutes of this huge dildo relentlessly being rammed in and out of my arse, it
got too painful, and I had to persuade her to stop. She then persuaded me to
fuck her arse again in the same position as that which we had done. Within a
few minutes, my cock deposited my cum deep inside her arse.

After a few minutes, we collapsed on the bed, I pulled out, and we both
recovered our composure.

"What else have you got hidden away in this drawer then?" I asked, pulling open
the drawer. "My God!" I continued when I saw its contents.

Apart from a collection of vibrators and dildos, there were handcuffs; collars;
wrist and ankle restraints; and numerous toys of a distinctly kinky nature.
Some were clearly designed for attaching to a cock and balls. Others were for
gripping parts of the body, like nipples perhaps. After all these years, I had
absolutely no idea.

"I didn't know you were into all this," I gasped.

"You never asked me," she snapped.

"Anything else in these other drawers?" I countered, grabbing the handle of the
next drawer down and giving it a tug.

In it were numerous pairs of very skimpy panties, suspender belts and
stockings, not to mention several very brief bras. I pulled one out of the
drawer. It had hardly any cups. I realised that this was one of those
continental type bras that didn't cover the nipples, but just pushed the tits
out and up. I pulled out pair of the panties, and quickly noticed that they had
no crotch to them.

"I've just got to see what is in this bottom drawer," I said, pulling it open.

If the second drawer was kinky, this drawer was positively bizarre. The
underwear in this drawer was all made out of thin latex rubber. As I moved some
of it aside, I found some made out of shiny black plastic.

"What else have you got that you haven't told me about?" I demanded.

She pulled open a cupboard that contained two full rubber suits that would
cover from neck to ankle, and a similar suit but made of the shiny plastic. I
had often fantasised about meeting someone like this, especially as I had some
small rubber items of my own. I very angry with myself that I had taken all
these years to discover that the very girl I regularly fucked actually
practised what I really wanted, presumably with her live in lover.

"Any chance of you wearing some of this next week?" I asked.

"I never thought you would be interested," she replied. "And yes I will," she
continued.


The week dragged extremely slowly. I could hardly wait to get to see her again.
Eventually, Thursday came around. I arrived and rang the bell with tremendous
excitement. She answered the door wearing a long dressing gown. As she closed
the door, she allowed the gown to drop to the floor. She was wearing a pair of
fishnet stocking held up a black leather suspender belt. A pair of PVC
crotchless briefs, which framed her hairless pussy to perfection, complimented
this. Her tits rested on a matching sling style bra similar to the one I
examined last week, They were standing proud and forward, her nipples
accentuated by the forward and upward thrust. She had also added a pair of very
high-heeled stiletto boots, tightly laced up to her knees. The heels must have
added a good five inches to her height. The whole ensemble was finished of with
a black leather collar with D-rings at the front and sides, and wrist and ankle
restraints, also fitted with D-rings. I was left in no doubt about who wanted
to be in bondage that evening.

I grabbed the piece of rope so carefully left for me to find, and quickly bound
her hands behind her back. I then examined her body with my hands carefully
feeling every part as I went. I then lead her into the bedroom, where I
discovered that that there was more to this bedroom than I had previously
realised. Suspended from the ceiling was a rope and pulley system that I had
seen sold in a well-known chain of car accessory shops for hoisting car
engines. Also on the bed was a pair of straps that were designed for hoisting a
person by the feet, and a leg spreader bar with three hooks, designed to
suspend someone with their legs wide apart. And of course, there were several
of the dildos and vibrators that I had seen last week. I was not being left in
any doubt about what was wanted. I laid her on her back below the hoist, and
applied the foot straps. I then attached them to the metal spreader bar and
secured that to the hoist. I grabbed the free end of the rope and pulled. I was
surprised how little force was required and how she hardly moved as I pulled in
a lot of rope. I continued pulling until her head just cleared the floor. I
then locked the rope in the mechanism at the top of the hoist. The thought
crossed my mind about who had put the hook into the ceiling and if it was
strong enough, but I reasoned that this far from the first time that this set
up had been used.

I then got undressed myself and contented myself with probing around with my
fingers for a while. I then knelt down and started slowly running my tongue
down her pussy and onto her clitoris. The knowledge that she was entirely
powerless to stop me was not lost on me. I gave me this strange feeling of
enjoyment. I then allowed my cock to approach her mouth and grabbing her head,
shoved it in as far as it would go. I quickly discovered that raising myself up
slightly caused it to go down her throat and stay there. I held it for a minute
or so, until she started to gag, indicating that she wanted air.

I found a large ball gag, which I stuffed in her mouth. I then took one of the
vibrators and lubricated it with some of the gel. Carefully, I inserted in her
arse, and turned it on. Next, I lubricated up one of the other vibrators and
inserted it in her cunt. There were some muffled noises from the gag, but they
distinctly sounded distinctly happy. I then switched on a third vibrator and
gently held it to her clitoris. The noises increased in volume as she started
to writhe. I moved the tip of the vibrator up and down her clit. The noises
increased even more, until she was practically screaming through the gag. Then
a tremendous shudder zipped through her inverted body and I realised that she
was having a powerful orgasm.

I left her suspended there for a while with the two vibrators buzzing merrily
away. I continued to play with her clit with both the third vibrator and the
tip of my finger. After a few more minutes, another orgasm ripped through her
accompanied by another stifled yell. Feeling no reason to deprive myself of any
fun, I removed the gag from her mouth, and knelt down again. I offered my cock
to her mouth and gradually stuffed the shaft down her throat again. This time,
I gently pumped my cock in and out of her throat. She quickly got the rhythm
and adjusted her breathing to allow for the moments when her windpipe was not
blocked. I quickened the pace. She quickly breathed faster. After several more
moments, it was my turn to reach one of the best orgasms I have experienced as
I squirted my cum directly into her throat. She orgasmed immediately after me
as the two vibrators were still humming away in their respective orifices.

I rescued the vibrators and switched them off. I then grabbed the free end of
the rope, and carefully unlocked the catch that had held it, and slowly let her
down. As she reached the floor, I carefully pulled her head back to allow the
rest of her body to lay out on the floor. As she started to lay out, she
screamed, clearly in some pain. She asked me to lower slowly, as her legs were
painful from having supported her weight for so long. Eventually she was
horizontal on the floor. I removed the leg spreader bar and gradually massaged
her legs back to life. She had been suspended upside down for just over an
hour.

"That was wonderful," she said softly.

She started to get up, but it was clear that she was very wobbly on her feet.
She staggered to a chair in the corner, and slumped in it.

"I wasn't actually figuring on tying you up tonight," I said. "I rather figured
it the other way around. I never realised what you were really into."

"Oh, I have a few more hidden talents yet. You don't know the half of it," she
replied with a sly smile.

After a bit more oral sex, it was time to leave. Just as I was about to go she
asked, "Have you ever fancied a threesome?"

"Could be interesting," I replied.

With that I went home, very satisfied with the evening's progress.


The next week was just as slow as the previous one. Eventually, Thursday came
around and I made my now regular excursion to Janet's flat. As the door opened,
there she was dressed in one of the full body rubber suits, covering from her
neck downwards all the way to the stiletto boots she had on last week. The suit
was an absolute perfect fit: no loose rubber anywhere. It really accentuated
her tits and even her nipples stood out through the rubber. As the rubber went
between her legs, the shape of her pussy betrayed itself through the thin
material. This sight was a real turn on.

She beckoned me through to the living room. There on the sofa was another
rubber-clad body, also wearing a full rubber suit and a pair of stiletto boots.
As this visitor stood up, I realised that there were no tits worth speaking of,
though a small pair of nipples pressed against the rubber. As my gaze worked
its way down, my eyes fell on the crotch area. There was the familiar bulge of
a cock and balls. This threesome was with another boy. The face was of fairly
effeminate appearance, but as I now knew, this was quite normal in people from
the Far Eastern parts of the world.

"This is my brother Jon," she eventually volunteered.

"Your brother?" I retorted, almost choking on my astonishment.

"Oh yes, we often play games together," she confirmed. "But first, we have
another rubber suit for you to wear. It should be about the right size."

She produced yet another suit. She puffed some powder inside it; unzipped it
and offered it to me. I stepped into the legs and gradually pulled it up. It
was perhaps slightly too small, but between the three of us, the zip eventually
reached the top. It was an interesting feeling. I had some rubber wear at home,
but only pants; vests and T-shirts, but not a complete suit like this. Jon then
produced a pair of high-heeled boots.

"I can't wear those," I pointed out.

"If I can, you can," he replied.

Janet grabbed my left foot and shoved into one of the boots and deftly laced it
up. Meanwhile Jon swiftly took care of the right foot. Knowing I had large
feet, I asked, "How come you had a pair of boots in my size?"

"I took the size off your shoes a couple of weeks back," Janet said.
"Fortunately, my boot supplier had your size available"

Janet started running her hands over by rubber clad body. I reciprocated. Jon
stepped up behind Janet and started rubbing her from the other side. The feel
of my hands over the warm smooth surface of the rubber was extremely
stimulating. Jon stepped round and started feeling me as well. Somehow, there
didn't seem to be anything wrong with this at all; being felt by another boy.
Jon managed to work his hands around to my cock, which was perfectly rigid by
now, especially as I was examining the feel of Janet's wonderful cunt through
this wondrous material. I then thought,

"What the hell," I thought and reached behind me and ran my hand down to Jon's
cock. He was fully erect as well, but much smaller than me. I also became aware
of this wonderful rubbery odour. It somehow seemed to have an almost
aphrodisiac quality. I had smelt rubber before, but not in this way.

"Let's go through to the bedroom," Janet said.

We trouped through. Jon pushed me on the bed, and lay beside me. Janet lay on
the other side, and both continued to lightly massage me through the rubber.
Jon then reached underneath my crotch and brought a zip up, releasing my still
rigid cock from the confines of the rubber. He immediately placed his lips over
the end and started to suck. If Janet was a great cocksucker, Jon was no second
rate. He clearly had as much experience. Janet unzipped the lower part of her
suit and squatted on my face, forcing me to lick her pussy.

"I'm looking forward to being fucked by that," Jon said to Janet, pointing at
my cock.

I was lost to the ensuing scene. Janet rolled off my face and presented her
pussy to Jon who proceeded to lick it with gusto. Brother was actually licking
out his own sister. Jon then repositioned himself so that his cock was over my
face. It was at this moment that I couldn't help but notice that Jon had no
hair around his cock. I hesitated. Eventually Janet pushed my head towards him.
I opened my mouth, and for the first time in my life, I had a man's cock in my
mouth. I was clearly an amateur at sucking his cock, but I quickly got general
idea. As my face rubbed against Jon's abdomen I felt that was as free from
stubble as Janet's. I never found out how they removed the hair so effectively

Jon and Janet then moved over. Janet lay on her back and Jon climbed on top. I
quickly realised that Jon was now busy fucking away at his own sister. They
rolled over. Janet's suit was now undone revealing her arse.

"Fuck my arse for me," she commanded.

I needed no further encouragement. I was up her like a shot. Now this proved a
little problematic, but Janet supported herself on her legs. Jon fucked from
below, and I fucked from above. I was sure I could feel Jon's cock through the
wall of her arse as I pumped. After some minutes, Janet pulled me out. Jon and
Janet rolled over as Jon unzipped his suit to reveal his arse. It was clear
what was required. After a moment's pause, I offered the head of my cock up to
Jon's arse. He lifted his body and in it slid. He was clearly more experienced
at this than Janet. He was looser and able to run up and down my cock with just
his hip movements. Of course, while this was happening, his cock was going in
and out of Janet's cunt. After about ten to fifteen minutes of this, each of
us, in our turn exploded in orgasm.

We separated ourselves and just lay their in our rubber suits considering the
last hour or so. But more surprises were yet to come. After a few moments rest,
Jon lay on his back on the bed. Janet then squatted on his face. However, I
realised that she was not squatting quite low enough for Jon's tongue to reach.
I shifted position for a better view. Jon just lay there with his mouth open.
Shortly, a stream of piss shot out of Janet's cunt into Jon's mouth, who then
proceeded to swallow as fast as he could. In time, the shower of piss steadied
to a trickle. Jon reached up and licked off the few remaining drops.

"Is there no end to what you two get up to?" I asked, very much excited by what
I saw.

"No!" came the reply in unison.

"Want to se more?" Janet continued.

"Why, what else could you possible do?" I replied, realising that this might
have been a stupid question.

"Shall we show him?" Jon said to Janet.

With that Janet lay on the bed, and Jon now squatted over her. Jane supported
him with a hand on each arse cheek. I stared waiting for a stream of piss, but
none came. Instead, I became aware that Jon was straining rather hard. As he
did so, a small turd slowly emerged from his arse. Janet reached up and slowly
placed her lips around it. It broke off, and dropped into Janet's mouth. She
chewed for a while, and then swallowed. She then opened her mouth, and Jon
extruded another turd. Much longer this time. This one rested on the back of
Janet's throat, but was too long for her to take the whole thing into her
mouth. Instead, Jon got off and Janet sat up. Jon opened his mouth and placed
it over the exposed end of the turd. What happened next is hard to say, but
after a few minutes, they both separated, to show empty mouths with brown
coloured teeth and tongues. I was gobsmacked. I just couldn't believe how
bizarre their sexual activities were.

Without a word, Jon pulled me down on the bed, and Janet proceeded to squat
over me.

"Hold on a minute," I said, "I can't eat that."

"Well, just try it in your mouth and spit it out if you don't like it," Janet
suggested.

With that, a turd slowly emerged from her arse. It landed square in my mouth.
The taste was awful. Come to that, the smell was awful.

"Euwff," I mumbled past the turd, and got up.

I was looking for somewhere to spit it, when Jon offered up his open lips. I
quickly accepted his offer and pushed the lump into his mouth. He quickly
cupped his hand round the back of my head and pulled me closer, pushing the
turd back with his tongue. I just as quickly returned it and separated from his
lips. He chewed it for a while and swallowed. I was left with the taste in my
mouth.

"That tastes awful," I protested.

"You will get used to it in time," Jon said.

"What makes you think I want to get used to it?" I asked.

"Oh I think you just might," Janet retaliated.

It was, unfortunately time to go. We helped each other peel off the rubber
suits from which sweat poured out splattering the floor and walls as we went.
Janet asked if was up for next week. I thought about it for a few moments and
then confirmed I was. I at least thought that I didn't have to play with shit
if I didn't really want to.

The next week was strange. I just couldn't get the idea of one human shitting
in another human's mouth out of my mind. The more I thought about it, the more
I became fascinated. I then realised I was actually being turned on by the
idea.

The next Thursday slowly dragged itself around, and I found myself outside,
Janet's door once more. Janet answered the door as usual. This week she had on
a very brief PVC skirt, with fishnet stockings and a PVC sling type bra, not to
mention the stiletto boots. As I entered the lounge, there was Jon sitting on
the sofa. Jon was in a short leather skirt and was wearing plain black
stockings and a bra. This bra had no cups as such, but his nipples poked out of
two holes in the front. He also had his high-heeled boots on. I was
sufficiently worldly wise by now to know that oriental boys regarded dressing
up in female clothes as perfectly normal. This coupled with the fact that they
naturally look effeminate. In fact, Jon would have fooled anyone had he been
walking along the street, or in a bar. Besides, we had covered too much ground
the week before, for me to be too surprised.

What was to surprise me was Janet's invitation to join them.

"You know where my clothes are," she said cheekily. "There'll be something in
your size."

She almost shoved me through into the bedroom. Several items were already laid
out, presumably for me to find. The door of the large wardrobe was open
displaying several dresses. I gingerly put on the black shiny suspender belt,
and then carefully pulled on the stockings clearly designated for my use. I
pulled on the bra. It was a cupless bra similar to Jon's, but this one had no
peepholes. I then found the panties. These were a very skimpy black lace,
almost see through. I drew them up my legs and manoeuvred them into position.
It suddenly dawned on me that these panties were actually cut for a man. There
was ample room in the front of them for my generous cock and its accompanying
balls. My boots from last week were also one of the exhibits. This time, I had
to put them on myself.

I hesitated before examining the wardrobe. Most of the dresses were of the long
evening variety, but towards one end were four very skimpy short ones. My eyes
settled on a shiny pink affair. I released it from its hanger and pulled it
over my head. It was very short indeed. It didn't even reach down to the lace
tops of my stockings. I stood back and admired myself in the mirror.

"Hmm!" I thought to myself.

Somehow it seemed rather sexy, seeing what to me looked like a right tart.

"It's interesting that you chose that one," came Janet's voice from behind me.
She had looked around the door unnoticed by me.

"Eh!" I started, "Why is that?"

"Well that particular dress is not meant to be a grown up's dress."

"How do you mean?"

"It's meant to be a baby's dress, just in adult size. If you really want to
wear that one you really ought to be wearing a nappy with it."

"Thanks, I'll just take it off then," I quickly countered.

"Oh, you're all right, we haven't got any anyway," she responded. "Come into
the bathroom, we'll have some fun in there."

I followed here minus the pink dress. Pity, it looked really good. Although, I
had seen the bathroom many times before, it is worth recording at this point
that the bath was a very old Victorian bath that was amply large enough for two
people to lie down in it side by side. Jon and Janet slipped off their skirts
and bras, but left the remainder of their underwear in place. Jon lay down, but
Janet took hold of the shower hose. It was then that I noticed that the
showerhead had been replaced by a long dildo-shaped nozzle that had several
holes in the end. Janet ran some water carefully feeling the temperature. She
then got in beside Jon and commanded me to stand on the two sides of the bath
and squat down. I realised instantly what these two were up to. I slipped off
my panties and complied.

Janet gently inserted the nozzle in my arse and slowly started the water flow.
It felt rather interesting as my gut slowly filled with the water. She shut off
the water to allow me to get used to the full feeling. Then she started it
again. Before long, I felt that I was full to bursting.

"Now try and hold it in," she ordered.

I complied. Slowly she withdrew the nozzle. Jon and Janet adjusted their
positions so that their chests were roughly under my arse.

"Now let it go," Janet demanded.

I gently pushed, and some brown liquid squirted out and landed squarely on the
two bodies in the bath. Them some lumpy bits spurted out. I continued to shit.
It made a strange muted slap as it landed. I looked down to see both Jon and
Janet smearing it all over themselves, even helping each other at times. I was
surprised at the tremendous stench from this liquid shit that now part filled
the bath.

Janet then looked up and said, "I think you should have a go."

A strange curiosity suddenly throttled my natural desire to pass this up. Janet
climbed up out of the bath, dripping her thick brown covering as she did so. I
joined Jon in the bath. Fortunately the liquid shit in the bath was still warm.
Janet pulled off her shit stained panties and squatted over us. She shoved the
nozzle in to her arse and slowly ran in the water. After she had had a good
fill, she slipped out the nozzle and paused. Suddenly a crescendo of diarrhea
like discharge spilled over Jon and myself. Jon made sure I got covered by
rubbing the sticky mess all over me. Jon then rolled on top of me to make sure
we both got covered fully. Then Jon got out and was replaced by Janet, who then
slid over me so that she could share her own shit. Jon then added the contents
of his bowel to the bath. He climbed back in and the three of us made sure that
we were covered from head to foot. I was getting used to the smell by now, and
was not really noticing it.

Jon then eased his shit covered cock slowly up Janet's arse and slowly fucked
her. I decided to treat Jon's arse to the same treatment. To my surprise, Jon
then fucked Janet again but in the more traditional manner. Jon then encouraged
me to replace him servicing Janet's shit covered cunt.

After we had cleaned up (this took about three-quarters of an hour), it was
time to leave again. Janet pointed out that we would be on our own the
following week.

That next week was largely an evening of pissing and shitting on each other.
However, the following week, Jon was there again. This time, the pair of them
totally naked, greeted me. This was the first time I had seen Jon in this way.
Janet slipped a pair of handcuffs on me and Jon added a blindfold. This was
obviously my turn for some bondage, or so I thought. I was led into the
bedroom. A pair of lips wrapped themselves around my cock. Jon, I thought. The
blindfold was whipped off. I was right. But my eyes focussed on the chair that
had previously been in the corner of the room. It had been moved more into the
middle. The cushioned seat had been removed to reveal a toilet seat built into
the framework. I was released from the handcuffs and man handled to the floor.
The chair was then repositioned over my face. I was now looking up at the
bedroom through a toilet seat. Janet then stood with her back to the chair and
slowly sat down.

I lifted myself up slightly so that my tongue was able to reach her enticing
pussy. I started to run my tongue up and down her pussy. Shortly, a stream of
piss shot out of her cunt, and landed straight in my mouth. I drank. I was
surprised how arousing this was, and how lacking in flavour the piss was, but
figured the taste might be dulled by my arousal. She gradually stopped. The
last few drips fell on my lips. Jon gave my legs a tug, pulling my face under
her arse. Her arse puckered and slowly a turd appeared. She crimped it off and
it fell straight into my mouth. I was looking for somewhere to spit it out when
Jon clamped his hand over my mouth and gripped my nose. I had to eat it. As I
swallowed it, Jon released his grip. That was the closest I had felt to
chucking up. I struggled to get out from under the chair, but they were not
about to let me off that easily.

Jon replaced Janet on the toilet seat. He pissed, but as he was excited
himself, he aimed over my forehead, though some of the last of it went straight
in my eyes. Then a turd appeared at his arse-hole. As Jon was more used to
being fucked, it was obvious that his arse was larger. Certainly this turd was
a monster, or so it appeared from my viewpoint. It landed right on target. I
had a real mouthful this time. There was no way I could swallow this! Janet
clearly had other ideas for this one. She reached down took hold of the turd.
She simulated sucking it off, though didn't actually touch it with her lips.
What she did next absolutely astounded me. She offered this long brown turd up
to her cunt and slowly inserted it, moving it in and out like some soft pliable
dildo. Before long the whole length had disappeared.

Jon pulled me out from under the chair. He then manoeuvred himself into the
position I had moments earlier, occupied. Janet sat down again. Jon started
slurping away at his sister's cunt. Slowly, the turd emerged and Jon licked
away at it like a man possessed. As it slowly emerged, he bit chunks off and
ate them with great relish. He continued to lick away. Eventually Janet raised
herself off the chair. Jon had a very brown aurora around his mouth.

"OK Janet," I said. "I think it's about time you ate out my arse."

"Yeah! I'd love to," she said.

Janet practically threw Jon from under that toilet seat. She slid under the
chair. I reversed on to it and slowly sat down. I could feel her hot breath on
my arse. I was just preparing myself for a good shit when I felt her tongue
licking my arse-hole clean. It flicked and probed around my hole. Then I felt
the end of it penetrate my arse. The tremendous feeling had not lost its effect
on me. That tongue must have been licking its way around the very shit right
inside my arse. I was not about to disappoint this girl that I had had many
wonderful evenings with over the previous nine years. I was also not about to
disappoint Jon who was watching so intently. I slowly pressed out a turd. I
felt a mouth encompass the exuding mass and bite it off. I continued to push.
The mouth was around this next piece. I finally pushed out the last bit. I felt
her tongue around my arse again, cleaning my arse as best she could.

I raised myself off the seat and looked at her. There were no turds to be seen.
She had eaten everything I had given her. All that remained was a broad very
toothy brown grin.

I was to see Janet on many Thursday evenings for a number of years after that,
some of them in the company of her brother Jon. But like most relationships of
this type, the meetings gradually petered out. My consolation was that it took
another four or five very enjoyable and messy years during which I would like
to think that the three of us greatly expanded our sexual outlook on life. I
have never met anyone that had their appetite (for bizarre sex I mean!) since.


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