Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2003 10:05:10 +0100 (BST)
From: Tom Smith <arsehole_addict@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Chapter Four

I was very close to coming but I was determined not
to. The fact that Shafiq, an sixteen year old pupil in
our school, had watched me porking my girlfriend's
pooper minutes earlier only served to make me even
hornier. I pulled my rock-hard erection out of Emma's
fudge-tunnel and dropped to my knees behind her. Her
hairy shit-ring gaped invitingly and I began to tease
it with my tongue, first licking the stretched rim and
then stabbing my tongue into her freshly sodomised
rectum.

Fuck me she tasted good, still soapy and clean and
with the slight sweetness of the KY, but also with
that underlying earthy tang of 'bottom' that reminds
you what a girl's arsehole is really for. I savoured
the dull taste of her fucked-out shitter, wishing that
my tongue was long enough to really lick the interior
of her rectum. She moaned softly as I french-kissed
her contracting quoit, still frigging her dripping
cunt.

I was going to have to go a whole week without tasting
her delicious brown-hole, without feeling her ring
spasming around my buggering cock, and so I made the
most of this last, farewell anal feast. Still, I had
little doubt that by the evening I would be seeking
solace in Claire's equally accommodating backdoor. I
wondered what it would taste like. When we had fucked,
weeks before, I hadn't rimmed her before fucking her
butt, so I made a mental note to give her a good
rimming at the earliest opportunity.

With much regret I tore my mouth from Emma's arse and
pulled up her knickers, kissing her soft neck as she
lifted her jugs back into the lacy cups of her bra. I
brought my hands around to cup them, feeling their
heaviness and pinching her stiff nips through the
flimsy fabric.

When she had dressed I kissed her, unable to resist
squeezing her pert arse-cheeks. Our farewell kiss was
wet and passionate - tasting her own arsehole in my
mouth always makes her horny. Getting the taste for
her own arse, Emma slipped her hand into my open flies
and pulled out my still hard cock. Dropping to her
knees she took it into her mouth, deep throating my
arse-flavoured dick with a skill that would make most
porn chicks jealous. She sucked hard, alternating
between deep throating my entire length and licking
the shaft slowly from bollocks to helmet. I knew her
game - she wanted to make me cum. But I wasn't going
to give her the satisfaction. I wanted her to feel as
horny and frustrated as possible. That would make her
more likely to respond to the advances that Shafiq had
been primed to make.

Wrenching my slippery knob from her greedily sucking
mouth, I pulled her to her feet and kissed her again,
tasting in her mouth a heady cocktail of sex: my prick
and her bottom. I left her in her office, wondering
whether my stunt with Shafiq had worked and whether,
in a couple of days' time, my sexy girlfriend might be
tasting her own arsehole on his huge teenage cock....

I needed a piss, so headed for the toilets at the end
of the corridor. As I entered the darkened bathroom I
heard a groan coming from one of the cubicles. I knew
that a fair amount of sex went on in the boys'
toilets, ranging from the usual lunchtime circle-wanks
and the odd hurried tryst of boy-boy sex to the time
when Gita, an otherwise shy and sweet Indian girl, was
said to have 'entertained' the sixth-form rugby team.
According to the rumour, she had taken them all
anally, one by one, and then they had cheered her
boisterously as she squatted over a glass and they
watched her shitting their thick white jism out of her
small brown bottom. A video had apparently been made,
but after discreet and exhaustive enquiries, I had
been unable to lay my hands on a copy.

However, this was half-term, so nothing like that
could be going on now. Then it occurred to me -
Shafiq! If you had just seen your sexy teacher being
anally fucked and heard her telling her boyfriend that
she wanted YOU to do the same, wouldn't you dash off
for a quick tug?

Quietly I took off my shoes and padded over to the
adjoining cubicle. I could now hear the unmistakable
sounds of wanking, accompanied by an indistinct
mumbling. Standing on the pan of the toilet I gingerly
peered over the top of the partition. I realised that
my tool was as hard as steel at the prospect of what I
might see. The possibility of seeing Shafiq's huge
dick fully erect was actually turning me on. When I
peeped over the top of the partition . . . sure enough
there was Shafiq, frenziedly wanking himself. His
trousers and underpants lay in a crumpled heap at his
feet and his T-shirt had been pulled up over his head
so that his rippling muscular chest was bare.

For a Pakistani, his chest was surprisingly smooth,
though his slim legs were quite hairy. His entire
pubic area had obviously been shaven, in accordance
with the dictates of the Koran, and his cock . . .
fucking hell . . . his cock was huge. It was at least
a foot in length, slightly curved and so thick that he
could barely get his fist around the shaft. He was
circumcised; his enormous strawberry-shaped helmet
oozing viscous pre-come as he fisted his huge
adolescent cock, gigantic brown balls flopping between
slim hairy thighs. His dick was so large that it
looked out of place on his teenage body - I shuddered
to think how obscene this monstrous brown phallus
would look when stuffed up Emma's tight little
arsehole. As he masturbated he pinched his small black
nipples and narrated the fantasy in his head:

"Oh fuck, yeah Miss . . . you're so fucking hot, so
damn fit . . . your arse feels so good round my dick,
so fucking hot and tight. Oh fuck, fuck, take my dick
you bitch . . . you fucking horny little bitch . . .
take it up your arse Miss, your tight little white
arse. Yeah, frig your cunt . . . I wanna make you come
with my big brown cock up your shitter."

Then his pornographic commentary switched to another
language, which I took to be Urdu or other Pakistani
tongue. While continuing his panting narration in this
foreign language, he stood up, his enormous veiny cock
jutting from his groin, then kneeling on the floor, he
bent forward so that I could no longer see his prick,
only the rippling of his muscular arm as he
frantically jacked off at the thought of sodomising
his slutty French teacher. W

ith his free hand he felt his taut buttocks. He arched
his back and thrust his hairy buns upwards, pulling
them wide apart with both hands, momentarily pausing
from his frenzied wanking. I could see his shithole
winking in the hairy cleft between his muscled cheeks,
a tight puckered knot of brown, almost black flesh. He
flexed and puckered his butthole, pushing it out like
he was about to take a shit. Then he began to tease
his hairy shithole with a saliva-moistened finger,
circling his tight anus with a fingertip then slowly
plunging finger into his tight arse. He thrust his
long brown finger into his own shitter for a few
seconds and then brought it to his mouth to taste his
own anal funk. Dirty boy. He'd be perfect for my
equally dirty girlfriend. The pace of his furious
jacking picked up, and he shoved his finger back up
his horny arsehole. Suddenly he slipped back into
English and I could again understand what lascivious
thoughts were coursing through his fevered teenage
mind.

"Oh, I'm gonna come in a minute, Miss . . . gonna
shoot my load over your big jugs, then make you lick
my dick clean. That's right . . . fuck me, Sir . . . "

Sir? Had I heard right? I saw that Shafiq was now
finger-fucking his own anus with not one but two
fingers! It seemed that the boy was a good deal open
minded than I could have hope for, as his dirty talk
soon betrayed:

"Yeah, that's it, Sir, fuck me with your big cock . .
. fuck my tight arse while I bugger Miss Boswell. Oh
fuck yes! Slam my tight arse like you slammed hers.
You've got such a fucking big dick . . . yeah, fuck me
while I shag your bird up her arse."

It was just getting better and better. Emma's fantasy
schoolboy lover swung both ways! I could tell he was
close to coming too, as his wanking got more vigorous
and his running commentary more lewd.

"Yeh, take it bitch, take my big dick up your dirty
shithole," he panted as he continued pumping his
mammoth shaft and fingering his moist turd-hole. "Frig
your pussy you filthy anal slut; go on, finger that
hairy cunt and make yourself cum while Mr Smith does
my arse."

I noticed that the door to Shafiq's cubicle had no
lock, which gave me a wicked idea. Very quickly and
quietly I came out from my toilet and stood in front
of the cubicle where Shafiq was having imaginary anal
sex with me and Emma. In one swift movement, I flung
open the door and stood in front of a startled Shafiq,
my prick bobbing inches from his face.

"Suck it." I said, in my best arrogant pornstar
impersonation.

Without flinching for even a second, Shafiq craned his
head forward and took my turgid rod into his mouth and
gobbled it greedily.

"There's a good lad," I urged him on, "Suck my cock.
Can you taste her arse on it?"

"Fuck yeh," he managed to say, tearing his brown lips
from my white dong for a second before recommencing
his enthusiastic blowjob.

"You're one horny little fucker Shafiq, Emma's gonna
love you. Do you like that - sucking a cock that's
been up her arse?" This time he only managed to grunt
in the affirmative, his mouth crammed with my
arse-flavoured pole. "You fucking dirty cunt - sucking
a prick that's been up her bottom, that's been fucking
her where she shits. Well, play your cards right mate
and you'll be tasting her arse for real this week,
tonguing her tight little brown hole and getting her
nice and wet for that big dick of yours."

I pulled my cock from his mouth, a viscous string of
drool connecting his tongue and my helmet.

"Now let's see what that tool of yours can shoot; show
me how you're going to fill up her shitter with your
come."

Shafiq stood up and faced away from me. Placing his
hands on the back wall of the cubicle above the pan he
thrust his buns towards me. I watched his hairy
ringpiece flex between his muscular cheeks.

"Please sir . . . please." he gasped.

"What?" I wanted to hear him say it.

"I always shoot loads of muck when I've got something
up my butt."

"Like my finger?" I asked, probing his rubbery
shit-ring with my finger.

"Christ yes - finger my bum Sir . . ." he moaned,
grinding his clammy arsehole against my invading
digit. But I had a better idea, something more
satisfying for a dirty lad like him.

"Or . . . like my prick?"

"Yesss. That would be so cool." I rubbed my steel-hard
cock between his small brown buttcheeks, my slippery
helmet seeking out the puckered core of his anus.
Shafiq reached around and held his taut buns wide
apart, clenching his tiny shithole in expectation.

"You've had cocks up your arse before, haven't you?" I
quizzed, pressing the engorged tip of my prick onto
the ridge of his proffered arsehole.

"Yes sir," he managed to pant as he tried to work my
cock into his backside.

"Are you queer then Shafiq?"

"No sir," came the response, "I'm into lasses, but I
just love having stuff up my arse. Oh come on sir,
please - fuck it up there."

"So have you got a girlfriend?" I asked, continuing to
tease his butthole with my tool.

"Not really," he admitted, "Just a couple of birds
that I shag."

"Oh really? And who might they be?"

"Well, one's Sarah and the other one's, um, well, you
wouldn't know her." He must have felt my cock lurch
when he mentioned Sarah.

"Sarah Price?" I asked tentatively. Shafiq nodded.
This was too good to be true. Sarah Price was a girl
in my form, the big-breasted teenage minx who
dominated almost every schoolgirl fantasy I had. "Has
she ever taken you up her arse?"

"Nah . . . we tried it once but she was too fucking
tight." I shuddered at the thought of Sarah, naked on
her hands and knees, wincing as Shafiq attempted to
force his enormous phallus into her virgin shithole. I
looked down at Shafiq's muscled arse, spread wide for
a fucking and I realised anew the depth of my anal
depravity. A butt begging to be fucked is a butt
begging to be fucked - male or female. His buttocks
were tight and chiselled, entirely unlike the full,
feminine bottoms that usually got me horny, but his
arsehole was just as enticing, just as fuckable.
That's the beauty of arseholes - everyone has one;
equally tight and equally satisfying.

In the mood I was in, I didn't care. My cock was wet
and slippery from the sucking I had just received, so
I spat on my fingers and worked it into his rubbery
shit-ring. I pressed my knob against the wrinkled core
of his well-fingered arse and felt him push his ring
outwards - clearly no stranger to being anally
penetrated. My painfully hard shaft slid easily into
the hot tube of his backside.

Slowly at first, I began to hump his teenage arse,
reaching around to feel his mammoth meat. His dick was
amazingly hard and unbelievably large. Even a woman
with an arsehole as receptive as Emma's was going to
have trouble taking all of this monster up the
shitter. I buggered him with firm, deep strokes,
pumping his enormous phallus and, with my free hand,
pinching his hard brown nipples.

"You like that?" I asked as I began to bone his
adolescent bottom with my aching prick, "Me fucking
your shitter while you bugger my girlfriend? Me using
your tight brown arsehole like a cunt? Your massive
prick all the way up her shit-pipe, your balls
slapping against her wet hairy cunt, my balls slapping
against yours?"

"O fuck, oh fucking hell, shit, fffuuuuuckkkk!" he
yelled as his prick jerked in my hand and a single jet
of steaming jism shot from his pisshole and splatted
onto the wall infront of him. By anyone's standards
this spurt alone would have counted as a pretty
impressive load, but as I continued to dick his
clenching shit-tunnel, his first copious jet was
followed by another and another until the wall in
front of him was festooned with pearly white jism.
With all thoughts of saving my load for Claire
forgotten, I continued to bugger him.

With his hands on the wall for support, Shafiq rammed
his slim butt back against my groin, cramming every
last inch of meat up his shitter, his hard hairy
buttocks slapping against my thighs. We were both
sweaty now and the cubicle was filled with the
unmistakable scent of sodomy. I reached around to feel
his huge prick, but instead of the flaccid dong I
expected I found that he was still massively erect -
one of the advantages of being only sixteen I suppose.

As I fucked his tight shithole I felt a familiar
tightening in my bollocks and almost before I had
realised what was happening, I shot my load up his
arse, feeling like I was pissing jism there was so
much of it flooding his guts. Immediately I'd pumped
the last gob of spunk into his rectum, he threw his
head back and groaned and I realised that he was
coming again! Not quite as much this time, but still a
pretty big load. No wonder he had such massive
bollocks!

I pulled my softening prick from my teenage pupil's
shithole, and left him panting there, his young butt
full of my come and the toilet wall spattered with two
copious loads of his own. Wishing him good luck I came
out of the cubicle and washed my slippery cock in a
hand basin. As I was leaving the toilets I could hear
Shafiq farting in his spunk doused cubicle, straining
to shit my hot load from his well-fucked rear.

Despite having fucked my girlfriend, then one of my
pupils already that day, I felt extremely horny as I
drove home. I concentrated hard on the road, trying
not to give vent to the lascivious thoughts that were
swirling around in my head. Emma wouldn't even have
reached the airport, and here was I, already hot for a
fuck. Everywhere I looked I saw sex. I saw a
well-dressed business woman, about thirty, walking out
of her office; instantly a lewd picture formed in my
mind - that same woman but on a boardroom leather
sofa, her small breasts pressed against the
upholstery, her pinstripe skirt hoisted over her waist
to expose her bottom. She was sucking the slimy cock
of one of her colleagues while behind her another
businessman thrust his hard dick into her anal
passage.

Everywhere I looked I saw desirable women and found
myself wondering just how many of them had experienced
a stiff cock up the arse recently. I saw a young black
woman walking hand in hand with her white boyfriend
and I wondered whether he had ever peeled apart her
taut black buttocks to ram his hard white pole into
her shithole. My lust-filled stream of consciousness
led me on to lurid image after lurid image. The black
girl cast my mind back to Suzanne, the only black girl
I'd ever fucked, recalling the insane lust with which
I had buggered her, gripping her small black buns and
watching my slippery white dong sliding in and out of
her obscenely stretched pooper; her embarrassment when
she realised that I was getting her shit on my knob,
and my excitement.

I thought then of Emma, on her hands and knees later
that night, trembling with lust as Shafiq eased his
mammoth dong into her tight butthole. And then I
thought of Claire our new lodger, her big wobbling
bosoms and her juicy bottom, and I knew I had to shag
her again. I tried not to think of the alternative
scenario - Claire bringing a succession of men home to
our house and having raucous sex with them while I
listened from my bed. No, surely having a known
nymphomaniac under my roof the week my girlfriend was
away was a sure thing?

I arrived home just before lunchtime, so I had a good
few hours before Claire would be back from her shift.
I stripped off and had a shower. I decided to fix
myself something to eat, so throwing on a bathrobe I
came out of our room and went to go downstairs. Just
as I got to the top of the stairs, though, I smelt
something very floral and pleasant, something unusual,
though yet strangely familiar. Then it hit me -
Claire's perfume. I remembered smelling it on her
breasts the night I shagged her and I also remembered
having to wash the bed linen before Emma got back from
her conference because our bed smelt of it.

The link between the scent of Claire's perfume and the
sex we'd had began to make my prick stiff. I walked to
the door of Claire's room and knocked gently, just in
case she was inside. No response. I opened the door
and walked into her room, as if drawn by some force.
Of course, I knew what the 'force' was. It was my now
fully erect cock and the hope that I might find a few
personal bits of information about Claire that would
come in handy . . .

I went over to her dirty linen basket and looked
inside. It was a treasure chest for my perverted,
kinky state of mind at that time. Bras, tights,
stockings, the dress she had worn the previous evening
and lots of pairs of panties. I took a pair of tiny
cotton panties and sniffed them, inhaling the scent of
her fanny. Lingerie doesn't normally do a great deal
for me, but Claire's undies were really exciting me. I
licked the gusset, the part that had been against her
vadge, tasting her sex and wishing for the real thing.

I put her panties in my mouth, rubbed them on my
nipples, twisting my nipples through the sheer fabric
I was in heaven. I reached into the basket again and
my hand felt something damp. I pulled out a pair of
sheer, black panties, the same black panties that she
had flashed at me the evening before. I brought them
to my nose and sniffed deeply. I could smell her cunt
on them, the unmistakable, raunchy scent of a woman's
aroused pussy, a pussy in heat. I could only assume
that she had masturbated wearing these knicks. But
there was something else too, a slightly sweet smell
of piss. I realised then that was the reason that they
were damp - she had wet herself! I shoved them in my
mouth sucking her pee from them. They weren't
dripping, but I could taste her piss. I felt the surge
of cum starting to build and stopped wanking - I had
to have a good load left for Claire, just in case.
I looked in her bedside drawer to see if she had any
"toys" to play with. Nothing there. My foot brushed
something under her side of the bed, I bent down and
pulled out a rather large box. Inside was the finest
array of female masturbation gadgets I've seen in one
place. Claire's arsenal of fucktoys put even Emma's
considerable collection of fake phalluses to shame.
There were several small vibrators, jelly didoes, huge
life-like didoes and vibrators in various colours,
four butt-plugs of increasing size, anal beads, a
double ended dildo and two strap-on cocks (I wondered
how often these had been strapped to Claire's waist
and stuffed up Emma's cunt or arse).

I had never seen such a dazzling array of "fuck-ware"
outside of a sex-shop; there was even a policeman's
truncheon! I picked out a large black dildo from the
box, one of those life-like cocks with big balls and a
suction cup, and began licking the shaft, turned on
like crazy by the knowledge that this rubber cock had
been up Claire's pussy, perhaps even her bottom. I
imagined Claire naked in front of me, kneeling on all
fours, her immense bosoms trembling as she worked this
enormous rubber prick into her tight shithole.

Noticing a tube of KY in her box of tricks, I took one
of her buttplugs and began to lube it up for my arse.
I squatted on the floor and pressed the rounded tip
against my hairy ringpiece, relaxing my sphincter to
let the tapered rubber shaft of the plug to enter my
rectum. I pushed the plug up into my arse until the
thickest part slipped through my dilated anal ring and
the whole thing was inside. The discomfort passed and
I felt a pleasurable fulness in my arse, doing
wonderful things to my prostate. Shafiq wasn't the
only one who had a thing for shoving things up his
butt!

With the plug firmly stuffed up my shitter, I stood up
and decided to rifle through more of Claire's
belongings. I found what I was looking for in the
wardrobe - a plastic shopping bag full of porn DVDs.
It's exciting enough to discover that a woman is into
porn movies, but the titles of some of Claire's
betrayed a mind almost as filthy as mine. There must
have been about 30 in all, I supposed she had got the
porn stache when she and Dave went their separate
ways. Most were straightforward fuck-flicks, but a
handful were rather more 'specialist' in scope. I
noted how many came into the 'anal' category - the
usual sprinkling of Rocco, Buttman and Max Hardcore.

Hang on, what was I thinking; Max Hardcore? That's the
filthy old guy who dresses teenage poppets up like
schoolgirls and buggers them and pisses in their faces
all the while calling them whores and sluts. Even Emma
has to be in a really horny mood to look at his stuff.
If Claire got juiced up watching this old perv then
she'd have to be one very twisted slut.

As I looked through the other titles I came to realise
just how much of a twisted slut she in fact was. There
were a couple of gay flicks in the collection, each
claiming to have the most well-hung studs in the
business, there was a movie enticingly entitled "Fuck
My Dirty Shithole" and, at the bottom of the pile at
least half a dozen movies featuring (if the covers
were anything to go by) a great deal of pissing. I was
very tempted to take "Fuck My Dirty Shithole" to watch
on my PC, but I saw that there was also a single,
unmarked, VHS videotape. I had to know what was on
that tape - something told me it might be the most
rewarding viewing of all.

I put the tape in the VCR in the lounge and settled
back to see what was in store, the buttplug still
wedged up my arse. The film was obviously a home
movie, judging by the poor lighting and shoddy camera
work. The film began with a shot of a bedroom,
obviously a hotel bedroom (though not exactly of the
four star variety). Whoever was operating the
camcorder held a piece of paper in front of the lens
for just long enough to read what was written on it in
crude felt-tip marker - "Gavin's First Fuck" - and a
date: May of last year. Then Claire strolled into the
shot and sat on the bed dressed in jodhpurs, riding
boots and a tight white blouse.

"So, what are we all here for Claire?" the cameraman
asked her.

"To give your little brother his birthday present,"
she replied naughtily, licking her full lips at the
prospect. The interview carried on for a few minutes,
in which time I managed to learn that they were indeed
in a hotel room and that the cameraman, whose name was
Ross, had brought his younger brother Gavin along to
have his virginity taken by Claire as a 'birthday
present'.

Eventually Gavin, a very nervous possibly even
frightened teenager appeared and sat on the bed with
Claire. She made the first move and began by kissing
the boy. As they snogged I noticed that his hands went
immediately to her huge breasts, squeezing and
fondling them. This was the cue for Ross to start
giving stage directions, mostly in the breathless,
rough-talking style of that British anal maniac 'Ben
Dover'.

"That's it mate, feel up her tits and get her horny.
Yeh, you got it. Come on, get 'em out, let's get an
eyeful of those lovely big baps."

Gavin, his hands trembling, managed to unbutton
Claire's crisp, white blouse. Like most teenage boys,
Gavin was defeated by Claire's bra and she unclasped
it for him, letting her enormous wobbling melons spill
into his hands. Gavin fondled her naked teats as Ross
panted more stage directions.

"Fuck yes, squeeze those tits mate. Pinch her nips,
yeh, hurt the fuckers."

Gavin did as he was told, tugging on her small pink
nipples, drawing them into erect nubs while Claire
shimmied off her jods and panties and plunging a
finger into her sopping puss. Her body was incredibly
sexy, yet very different from Emma's. Claire's boobs
were much larger than my girlfriend's, but her nipples
were quite different.

Whereas Emma has huge brown areolae with nips like fat
bullets, Claire's were smaller, puffier and dark pink
in colour. In contrast to Emma's lightly tanned body,
Claire's flesh was snow white with a slight smattering
of freckles. And while Emma's fleshy cuntlips are
covered by a thick bush of dark, luxuriant pubes,
Claire's gash hid beneath a much lighter forest of
ginger fleece. All the same, she was damned sexy and I
desperately wanted to fuck the bitch.

Claire sprawled naked on the bed as her young lover
squeezed and suckled on her big juicy tits, looking
for all the world like a kid in a toyshop. There was
no doubt Claire was turned on, her pale freckled
breasts were flushed with excitement and her furry
pussy glistened with cooze as Gavin sucked and chewed
on her tumescent nipples. Stopping his frenzied
tit-sucking for a moment, Gavin pulled off his
tee-shirt and stood infront of Claire as she fumbled
with his belt and fly. His jeans were down in a jiffy
and Claire began to stroke the outline of his hard
cock through his Calvins. Gavin certainly looked no
older than his sixteen years.

His body was still scrawnily boyish, although he had
obviously been working out to put some muscle on his
shoulders and upper arms. His chest was hairless.
Claire kissed his rippling flat belly, poking her
tongue into his navel as she took hold of the side of
his underpants and pulled them down. As the waistband
slipped below his cock his boner sprang upwards and
slapped Claire's chin. She immediately took it into
her mouth and began to fellate the startled teenager
with an expertise that most men could only dream of.
His cock wasn't enormously thick, but it was long, and
Claire was having absolutely no problem at all taking
every last inch of this virgin length into her
greedily sucking mouth. Ross began his stage
directions once more.

"That's it Claire, suck on that big dick, give the lad
a blow-job to remember," he cajoled, his voice
trembling with excitement and lust. "Told you he was a
big-dicked little bastard didn't I? Takes after his
big brother . . ." Ross switched to giving directions
to his younger brother, "That's it Gav, fuck her
mouth, make her swallow it."

Gavin soon got into the swing of things, holding
Claire's face and ramming his dick into her mouth,
fucking her face, his slim thighs slapping against her
breasts. Suddenly his pistoning prick slipped from her
mouth and Claire gasped for air. Clearly no stranger
to the genre of the gonzo porn movie Gavin slapped her
across the face with his boner before shoving it into
her gob once more and resuming his savage thrusting. A
few minutes later Claire managed to disengage her
mouth from Gavin's prick just long enough to pant, "I
want you to fuck my tits."

Claire lay on the bed, her long red hair spilling
across the pillows, and Gavin straddled her belly
pressing his rock hard erection into her cleavage.
Claire pressed her jugs around his slippery rod and he
began to hump them. First of all the camera was behind
Gavin, so I could only see his tight buttocks
clenching as he drove his prick between Claire's hefty
mams, but then Ross brought the camera around to the
side for a close-up shot. Claire was squeezing her
tits together and managing to pinch her nipples at the
same time, presumably deriving as much pleasure as
possible from an activity that I imagine doesn't do a
great deal for the passive partner. Her mouth hung
open sluttishly, as if she was expecting a mouthful of
hot spunk any moment.

"Fuck me, that looks beautiful," Ross observed,
"You've got the lushest fucking norks I've ever seen.
Make him come with your tits baby."

"I . . . ugh . . . aaah . . . don't . . . agh . . .
want . . . to come!" Gavin managed to croak as he
rogered Claire's bountiful bosom.

"Don't worry Gavin," Claire reassured him, "The sooner
you shoot that big load all over me the sooner I can
get you big and hard again. And the sooner you're hard
again the sooner you can shove that big cock up my
fanny and give me a proper fucking."

"Oh fuck yes." That suggestion obviously met with
Gavin's approval. Claire meanwhile kept up her
monologue of sexy talk, obviously trying to make her
teenage tit-fucker come as quickly as possible.

"Mmmmm, I love that Gavin; your big hard prick between
my horny boobs, giving them a good fucking. Yeh,
really fuck them hard, shag my big tits and come for
me. I want to taste your jism, filling my mouth,
sliding down my throat. Oh yeh, give me that big load.
I bet no-one's ever let you come in their mouth before
have they?"

"No."

"Well, I'm going to let you. Let you shoot all that
lovely spunk down my throat, then make you hard again
so you can satisfy my hungry pussy. You want my pussy
Gavin?"

"Oh yes Miss Stephenson, . . . er . . . I mean . .
.yes Claire."

Why had he called her 'Miss Stephenson'? Suddenly it
dawned on me: the riding gear, everything made sense.
I remembered Emma telling me that Claire had had an
affair a year ago with the stable hand at her riding
club, joking that she was more interested in 'riding
Ross' than riding horses. The cameraman was obviously
the same Ross, and Gavin must have known her from the
stables, hence the formal manner of address. The lucky
little fucker!

Just imagine - it's every schoolboy's wank fantasy -
the horny looking posh redhead who you've seen looking
as sexy as fuck in her jods and riding boots, whose
tits you've ogled and whose shapely bottom you've
salivated over, turns out to be not only being boned
by your big brother but also a foul-mouthed
nymphomaniac slut who's more than happy to spread her
legs to celebrate your coming of age. I concluded that
young Gavin had done damned well to have got this far
without shooting his spadge all over Claire's slutty
naked body. And judging by Claire's dirty fuck-talk
and Gavin's frantic humping of her melons, he wasn't
going to be able to hold off much longer.

"Mmmm, I can't wait to feel that big stiff cock in my
pussy, making me come," Claire panted, her enormous
bristols being pummelled by Gav's big teen cock, "Oh
yeh, a big fat rod up my CUNT! Tell me how much you
want my cunt Gavin . . ."

"I want it," he gasped.

"Oh Gavin, I really you want to fuck my horny ginger
cunt with your big hard dick. I need to come so bad.
If you make me come then I'll let you take me up the
arse as well; let you slide your big slippery dong up
my tight little shithole and give me a good
buggering." It must have been this tantalising offer
of anal sex that tipped young Gavin over the edge
because no sooner has Claire's sexy mouth uttered the
obscenity "shithole" Gavin hips began to buck and he
immediately pulled himself forward, squatted over
Claire's beautiful face and aimed his cock at her open
mouth.

The first spurt of thick jism splashed onto her face,
then the next few squirted into her mouth. I could see
Gavin's dark puckered arsehole clenching between his
firm buns in time with his ejaculations, all of which
Claire noisily swallowed before taking his cock into
her mouth and sucking the last ooze of jism from his
big bollocks.

Now it was time for her to fulfil her promise to get
him hard again. Giving Gavin's flaccid cock a final
lick Claire told him to kneel on all fours and await
his treat. Putting his face on the pillow, Gavin
thrust his tight butt into the air and Claire knelt
naked behind him. I had a feeling I knew what was
coming. Sure enough Claire gripped his smooth, muscled
buttocks and pressed her face between them. Gavin
gasped audibly as Claire's tongue made contact with
the sensitive puckered flesh of his arsehole. It was
obviously a new experience for him.

"Fucking hell!" was Ross's typically articulate
reaction to the situation. "You dirty fucking bitch
Claire - you are one twisted little slut. I've never
met any bitch before who gets off on licking dirty
shitholes like you do. Feel good Gav?"

"Christ yeh! Fuckin' awesome." replied Ross's younger
brother, his cock fully erect again now.

Gavin reached behind to spread his buttocks to give
Claire better access to his puckering hole Moaning, he
thrust his hips back onto Claire's mouth, swooning
with ecstasy as he felt her tongue jab into his
bunghole. I wondered how many teenage boys had been
rimmed by a woman almost ten years older. Not many I
was sure. Gavin, obviously relishing Claire's oral
attention, ground his tight shithole onto her invading
tongue, moaning with lust. Then, planting a slurpy
kiss on Gavin's wet arsehole, Claire announced that it
was her turn.

"There," she said, "Got you hard like I promised. Now
it's my turn to have a hot wet tongue up me."

Kneeling on the bed with Gavin, Claire stroked his
throbbing hardon. Gavin's hands again found her tits
and he started to toy with her erect nipples. Lying
back on the bed, Claire spread her long legs and
offered her hairy pussy to Gavin. Running her fingers
through her curly red bush, she parted the fleshy lips
of her clam, waiting for Gavin's tongue to begin its
work.

"Come and lick my fanny Gavin, taste how wet I am,"
she begged. Gavin pressed his face to her sopping gash
and began to eat her.

"That's right mate," Ross started giving stage
directions again. "Just run your tongue up and down
her flaps, get her good and wet. Wet little bitch
isn't she?" Gavin could only grunt in agreement, his
busy tongue slurping lewdly in Claire's slippery
pussy. I fast forwarded the tape, eager to watch some
actual fucking. I resumed play again when Claire got
on all fours in front of Gavin, his hard cock poised
inches from her dripping snatch.

"If you want to shag my bum, you'll have to get that
wet too," she told him mischievously.

Gavin hesitated for no more than a few seconds,
perhaps recalling with what gusto Claire had rimmed
his arsehole, and he leaned forward to kiss her bare
anus.

"Hang on a minute!" yelled Ross, "I want to get a shot
of that beautiful butthole in close-up. Oh yes, you
fucking beautiful bitch. You arse would give a dead
man a stonk-on." I could only agree as I saw Claire's
shapely white bottom fill the TV screen. Between the
large ivory orbs of her buttocks I could see her
pinky-brown pucker, clenching deliciously as she put
on a show for the camera.

"All yours, mate," Ross said as the camera panned out
again, "lick her where she shits!" Gavin began
tonguing Claire's brown-eye, slurping on her tasty
shithole.

"Mmmm, I love men kissing my bottom," cooed Claire,
"it feels so dirty, so naughty. That's it Gavin, make
my little pooper nice and wet for your cock." The
reminder of the sodomy that Claire had already
promised seemed to spur Gavin on to an even more
frenzied tonguing of her arsehole, noising swirling
his tongue over her rubbery shit-ring, trying to poke
it into her backside. Then after several minutes of
this oral worship Claire yelled out for him to fuck
her. In a jiffy Gavin was up and kneeling behind her.
Grabbing her hips, he thrust his prick into Claire's
quim and started shagging her.

"Oh God yessss!" she squealed, "That's so fucking
good. Fuck me hard you horny little bastard, fuck me
like a dog and make me come."

"Congratulations mate!" chimed in Ross, "Virgin no
longer!" Gavin gave a self-satisfied smirk to
acknowledge his triumph and continued rogering Claire.
Claire reached over to the bedside table and picked up
a buttplug, the same buttplug (I assumed) that was at
that very moment lodged in my own arse. She licked it
seductively then sucked it like a cock. When it was
glistening with her saliva she handed it to Gavin.

"Shove it up my bum while you shag me," she
instructed, "Get my shithole loosened up for your
dick."

Gavin's eyes lit up with renewed lust as he took the
buttplug from her and he spat on her arsehole,
betraying yet more familiarity with a certain genre of
porn movie. Continuing to thrust his young tool in and
out of Claire's sopping ginger fanny, he steadily
worked the rubber toy into her turd-hole until it was
completely buried inside her greedy bottom.

"You like that don't you bitch?" growled Gavin,
slapping Claire's left buttock leaving it reddened and
wobbling. He was getting into his new role as an
ex-virgin. No longer the shy, inexperienced college
student; now he was in control of the situation, using
Claire like his personal fucktoy.

"I love it," Claire gasped, slamming her syrupy cunt
onto Gavin's prick "I love being fucked; fucked like a
dirty slut."

"That's 'cos you are a slut," he spat, slapping her
pillowy arse again. He removed the buttplug from her
shitter and held it in front of her face. "Taste your
arse on this." Claire licked the buttplug eagerly
before it was replaced in her clenching behind.

"Bugger me," she groaned softly.

"What?" Gavin asked.

"You heard," she said, more forcefully now, "I want
you to bugger me; fuck my shitter; pack my fudge. I
don't care what you call it, just shove that dick up
my arse."

Gavin removed the buttplug from her arse and his prick
from her spasming cunt and pressed his shiny bell-end
against the pouting rim of her anus. Slowly he began
to work his turgid rod into her back-passage, his face
a picture of concentration as he forced more and more
of his shaft into her hot bottom.

"Fuck yourself on my dick," he spoke to her as if it
were him doing her the favour now; and from the look
of ecstasy on Claire's face, perhaps he was tight.
Claire slowly pushed her big, round bottom onto
Gavin's cock, taking more and more of it into her
rectum until she was fully impaled. After pausing to
allow her sphincters time to adjust to the juicy prick
in her arse, Claire began to fuck herself hard, faster
and faster, until she was really ramming her tender
bottom back onto Gavin's motionless prick, her big
teats bouncing wildly on her chest. Then, seizing her
hips, Gavin started to thrust into her, buggering her
with deep strokes.

"Does that feel good, you horny little bitch?" he
taunted her,"Having your dirty shithole packed with my
meat?"

"Oh it feels great Gavin. Do you like fucking my
naughty bum?"
Fuck do I!" Gavin yelled, once again the starstruck
schoolboy. "I'm gonna come in a minute. Where do you
want my load?"

"Up my arse," she panted between thrusts, "Fill my
poop-chute with your spooge"

Gavin's hips locked, and with a look of intense
pleasure on his face, he proceeded to do exactly as
she had asked, his groin humping with each spurt of
jism being squirted deep into her bowels before
collapsing on top of her shagged-out body.

"Right, out of the way Gav . . . it's my turn to
cornhole this little tart now." Ross's voice was thick
with lust as he moved into the bathroom, training the
camera on the shower and fixing it to a tripod. He
called Claire who, despite having been fucked and
buggered and slapped still manage to look cool and
sophisticated as she slinked into the bathroom.

"Now show me that slutty bottom, Claire, baby." This
was obviously Ross and Claire's little game. Claire
knelt in front of the shower and presented her
lilly-white buttocks to the camera, spreading them to
reveal her puffy, slackened anus. "Now suck that dirty
prick." Gavin walked into the bathroom and stood in
front of Claire, his cock still semi-hard and smeared
with come. Claire sucked noisily on the boy's filthy
prick as Ross taunted her with his trademark
obscenities.

"You dirty little slut; only really filthy slags would
do that - sucking off pricks that have just been up
their shitters. Yeh, that's right, clean it up, lick
all that jism off his cock. You sick fucking bitch,
smoking a pole that's still dirty from your arse." At
that point Ross wandered into the shot, naked and
hard. He was Claire's type exactly, rippling
musculature, a few tattoos, shaven head and a big fat
cock. He crouched behind her and, without warning,
thrust his huge prick savagely up her sperm-filled
shit-tunnel and began to sodomise her.

"Squeeze the bitch's tits," he directed Gavin, whose
prick was now sparkling clean, "She fucking loves
that. Yeh, that's it, squeeze 'em hard, really pinch
those nips."

"You filthy whore," Ross screamed at her, bringing his
palm down on her already stinging buttock with a loud
'thwack'. Claire shivered and thrust her fingers into
her hairy cunt to frig herself off as Ross buggered
her. After a few minutes of quite violent sodomy
Claire began to come, her body convulsing with a
climax brought on by a combination of Gavin's
manipulation of her jugs, her own fingers in her cunny
and Ross's huge cock stoking her farting shithole.
Perhaps the effects of her orgasm on her ringpiece
tipped Ross over there edge because soon he was
pumping his own load into her clasping, spunk doused
shit-tube.

"Now watch this Gav," ordered Ross as his flaccid tool
slipped noisily from Claire's abused pooper, a long
string of viscous jism snapping between his knob and
her gaping hole. Claire squatted between the brothers,
and placing her cupped palm beneath her well-fucked
arsehole, she began to force out the spunk that had
been pumped up her backside. Her shithole farted wetly
several times, her eyes glazed as she worked her
shitting muscles and felt the slippery contents of two
pairs of bollocks drool obscenely from her throbbing
arsehole to pool in her waiting hand.

"You dirty fucking gorgeous bitch," was Ross's apt
comment as she brought her hand to her mouth and let
the brother's combined loads dribble into her mouth
and then slide down her throat. Suddenly, shoving her
hand between her legs once more, and farting loudly
her arse spat another massive gob of spunk into her
hand. This she rubbed into her blubbery tits, coating
each snow-white orb in hot, slimy jizz. Then she lay
down between the two guys, knowing what was coming
next.

Ross started pissing first, a thick stream of golden
pee arcing from his floppy prick, dousing her spunky
teats and then pissing upwards to splash her face and
hair. Claire opened her mouth, gulping down Ross's
never-ending stream of hot piss as she furiously
frigged her juicy cunt.

"Piss on her cunt," he told Gavin, "She fucking goes
wild when you do that." Gavin stood between her spread
legs and directed his stream onto her hairy quim,
soaking her bush. By way of invitation, Claire pulled
her knees back so that Gavin could bathe her stinging
butthole with scalding piss, washing away the last
traces of semen that clung between her buttocks.
Claire had another vigourous orgasm and the screen
went black.

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As I ate dinner with Claire that evening I couldn't
get her home-made porn movie out of my head. She was
dressed in a pair of tight white jeans and a tight top
that hugged her large, braless bosoms and displayed
her deep freckled cleavage. This was the same woman I
had seen on screen hours earlier writhing nude on a
hotel bathroom floor, coming while two men pissed all
over her. Her thighs were sleek and firm and her
capacious bottom quivered slightly as she walked. I
had an immediate desire to tug down her jeans, bend
her over a chair, and slide my cock up her shapely
bottom.

Her conversation was urbane, even mundane. There was
no teasing talk about my being a 'tit-man' or an
'arse-man', no sexually charged smutty innuendo. I
began to wonder whether it might prove more difficult
than I had thought to get into her knickers again. We
shared another bottle of wine, watched a bit of TV and
then Claire announced she was off to bed.

An hour or so later, there was a knock on the bedroom
door and Claire wandered in, dressed only in a bath
towel.

"I was just wondering whether Emma's got any
moisturiser? I've run out." A lame excuse I thought;
women never run out of cosmetics in my experience.
Perhaps she was putting it out after all. I handed her
a bottle of moisturiser and I watched her walk back
into the bathroom. Her legs were so white and smooth,
and I as imagined her nude body under the towel my
cock quickly became as hard as a rock. As she walked
away from me and toward the bathroom her towel
slipped. Gawking, I caught a glimpse of her bare
bottom, firm, rosy round cheeks and all. She was
definitely out to tempt me. I longed to slip my tongue
into that deep crevice and up her sexy behind. Quickly
she grabbed the towel and pulled it back up, but as
she did this she looked over her shoulder at me,
grinning as though she knew my thoughts.

Claire walked into the bathroom and closed the door,
although not all the way. Sneakily I moved so that I
would be able to see her through the crack in the
door. Something told me that she left the door ajar on
purpose. She was nude now, and I could see her lovely
bare arse again, and her legs and back as she dried
herself with the towel. As she raised her arms I
admired her big, juicy breasts. They had no sag at all
- in fact they seemed to defy gravity, and I longed to
take them into my mouth, licking and sucking her taut
nipples.

As I watched, getting hornier and hornier, I heard saw
her squirt a dollop of moisturiser on her fingers. She
was in plain sight, and my eyes grew wide and my cock
hard as she reached behind her with her left hand,
pulling her beautiful arse cheeks apart, then slipped
the lotion-coated middle finger of her right hand
slowly up her arse. My prick just about exploded as I
watched this. She inserted her finger all the way up
her rectum, sensuously and slowly turning it as it
slid deeper into her. She finger-fucked her anus, her
head up and eyes closed.

I walked to the open door, unable to resist going to
her. She was lost in anal masturbation, her finger
moving in and out of her arsehole, and didn't hear me
coming, or at least didn't seem to. I pushed the door
open and gazed at her slim, firm, nude body, arse
protruding as her hand worked between her cheeks.
Gently I put my hands on her hips. She pulled her
finger quickly out of her bottom and straightened up,
turning to me distractedly.

"Claire, I want you," I whispered. I put my arms
around her and caressed her naked belly while I leaned
into her nude behind, pressing my erection against her
buns. She moaned low in her throat and put her hands
on mine, pushing back against me. I caressed her full
buttocks, and parting them slipped my finger into her
butthole, stretching her rubbery shit-ring with my
buggering digit. Without another word I dropped to my
knees. Putting my hands on the globes of her lovely
rear I spread her cheeks, examining her anus and
swollen pussy lips, a beautiful sight between those
slim thighs.

I brought my face between her cheeks and stabbed my
tongue as far up her bottom as I could. She jumped and
gasped as I frenched her shithole, shoving my tongue
up her tight rectum. Leaning forward against the basin
she pushed her bottom back into my face, her sexy,
warm arse cheeks engulfing my face as I rimmed her
horny turdhole. I held her hips tightly as my tongue
shot in and out of her arse, driving her into a frenzy
with my lewd attention to her butthole. Claire
squirmed and writhed under my hands, her hips twisting
as she tried to force my tongue even deeper into her
shit-pit. I knew her fingers were plunging into her
hairy ginger muff, pleasuring herself. My prick ached
and throbbed as I ate Claire's arse. Standing up
quickly I bent her naked body over the basin. I pushed
her legs further apart and slipped a
moisturiser-greased finger up her hot shit-chute,
liberally greasing her up in preparation for my
sodomising cock. Claire moaned and her arse moved
under my hand, anxious to be satisfied.

Her rear was so beautiful, smooth and white, with
lovely round cheeks, pushed back towards me, willing
and ready, that I almost came on the spot. I stepped
behind her and put the head of my big prick at the
entrance to her rectum, brushing her anus. Feeling
this she held her breath, reaching behind to spread
her cheeks open for me, and I pushed the wide, flat
tip of my cock past her sphincter and into her
arsehole. She gasped, feeling the big intruder slip
into her rear.

Her rectum was very hot, and slowly I slid my prick
deeper inside her bottom as she moaned. I looked down
at my cock disappearing between those beautiful
cheeks. I continued slipping my prick up her shitter,
and began slowly fucking it in and out as Claire
gasped and whimpered. I fucked it deeper until finally
I was buried to the hilt, her cheeks gripping the base
of my stiff rod. Claire ground her arse back on my
meat, urging it even deeper, and I felt myself reach
deep inside her bowels. Her arms were stretched out in
front of her, leaning on the wall as she bent over to
accommodate me, her legs splayed open, my cock
bollocks-deep up her bare arse.

I began a slow, steady motion, sliding in and out of
her butt, fucking her lovely bottom. We fell into a
rhythm and for at least ten minutes I sodomised her
willing poop-hole, stroking my meat up her tight
channel. Soon I felt myself rise and I pushed deep
into Claire's arse and held still as my cock began to
squirt deep into her bowels, splashing her most
private areas with hot, sticky sperm. Claire gasped as
she felt my hot fluid erupt inside her, and she
squeezed my prick with her anal muscles, milking the
last drop out of my cock as I continued to spurt cum
deep into her bowels.

"I'd say you are definitely an arse-man," she chuckled
as her arse shat out my flaccid tool. "Now tell me; if
you'd just buggered Emma's sexy bum, what would you do
next?"

"We'd probably get wet." I was still behind her, we
were both looking into the mirror.

"Take a shower?" Claire looked puzzled.

"Of sorts." I teased her, watching for her reaction.

"Oh, you dirty fucker," she grinned wickedly, "You
mean a golden shower don't you!"

"Too dirty for you?" I asked.

"No way! I love getting all pissy," she replied,
licking her lips, "Where does Emma like you to piss,
Tom?"

"All over. Over her baps, in her mouth, on her cunt,
on her arsehole."

"And does she piss on you?" Claire turned round to
face me, "Do you drink her piss?"

"Of course. I want everything that comes from her
body."

Claire was by now frigging her juicy pussy, getting
hornier by the minute.

"Everything?" she asked with a curious smile.

"Everything." I confirmed.

"Wow, even her . . . you know?"

"Her what?" I asked, waning her to spell it out. "Say
it."

"Her poo?"

I didn't answer, but I didn't deny it either.

"Are you telling me that you've tasted her poop?" she
asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

I said nothing. I didn't need to. Claire was
shuddering now, her fingers pumping wildly in her
squelching snatch. She fell into my arms, her legs
giving way, and we kissed, our tongues slobbering in
one another's mouths. Her big fleshy tits were crushed
against my chest and I could feel her nipples, still
as hard as rocks, grazing my skin. I turned her around
and fell to my knees again. Parting her sweaty
buttocks I again began to drill my tongue into the
brown star of her freshly-fucked anus, finding it
slightly looser than before, yielding this time to the
insistent stabbing of my tongue into her puckered
core.

I could taste the saltiness of my own jism clinging to
the wrinkled rim of her shithole and knowing that
there was more in her rectum and licked and sucked her
hole, trying to coax the rest of my load out into my
mouth.

"You dirty fucker," breathed Claire, as she realised
what I was up to. Then, to help things on their way
she worked her shitting muscles to deliver my load.
She farted, her pooper rasping against my tongue and
sending a bubbling gob of spunk into my mouth which I
swallowed eagerly, excited beyond belief by the
knowledge that she was feeding me my own come from
deep inside her perfect arse. I felt her throbbing
ring-piece pouting and clenching in my mouth as she
struggled to shit my load into my mouth, and soon

I was rewarded by a mouthful of hot come, tinged with
the unmistakable flavour of her arsehole. Standing up
again, I kissed her, allowing my jism to dribble into
her mouth. She swirled the salty cream around her
mouth for a few moments then swallowed it, returning
to our passionate kiss, savouring the taste of her own
arse on my lips and tongue.

"Do you like my tits Tom? My big, hard nipples? Are
they as sexy as my bottom?" she teased, fondling her
massive mammaries in front of me.

"They're beautiful Claire," I said, kissing her pink
nipples, nipping her erect nipples with my teeth. She
stood in front of me, teasing her nipples for me.

"I need to go to the bathroom really badly." As she
said that, I looked down at her crotch, her thicket of
ginger pubes was wettening, her pee dripping from that
beautiful pussy down her thighs. She stood in the
bath, one barefoot up on the edge, with three fingers
already in her cunt. "And do you like my cunt baby?
It's not as big and meaty as Emma's but it's still
sexy don't you think? Want to taste my fucking piss?"

"Yesss!" I hissed, rampant with lust.

"Come here. Drink my piss Tom." I knelt between her
legs, licking madly at her hot ginger cunt, stroking
my cock And then it came. Claire's piss spat from her
naked pussy, streaming into my mouth. I gulped it
down. It was tangy and hot, wonderful as it overflowed
from my mouth and ran down my chest.

"Drink it baby, drink my fucking piss!" She was
pulling her nipples, twisting them hard. I could tell
she was loving this shit. And so was I. I swallowed as
much as I could, savouring every drop until her stream
began to subside. I pressed my mouth to her pissy cunt
and sucked the last of her pee that clung to her thick
pubes into my mouth. She was still twisting her
nipples, starting to shake.

"Eat me baby. Eat my fucking cunt. Make me come Tom .
. . please make me COME!!"

I sucked hard on her swollen clit thrusting two
fingers into her arsehole, fucking her arse. She began
to moan and I felt her tighten; her whole body shaking
uncontrollably. Then, all of a sudden, I felt a gush
of thick liquid from her cunt shoot into my mouth,
hitting the back of my throat. I gagged on it and as I
pulled away more juice hit me in the face, then again
more still. My mind adjusted to what was happening.
Claire was squirting her come into my face and mouth!
Claire was not only a pisser but a squirter as well!

"Drink my come Tom! Swallow all my girlie-come babe.
Drink all my fucking come baby. Oooohh fuccckkkk.
FUCKING COMING SOO FUCKINGGGGOOD BABY!!" she hollered
as the last spasms of an enormous climax took hold of
her body.

She was the ultimate slut -- a pissing, piss drinking,
cum squirting, anal SLUT! Who could ask for more?

"Piss on me Tom . . . piss all over me make me cum
some more!" My cock had gone unattended throughout
this entire amazing session. I just stood for a second
looking at her; she was such a beautiful, kinky slut
-- lying there, her legs spread, her cunt dripping
with her own piss and cum. She raised a pointed toe at
me.

"Piss on me baby. Piss in my mouth; in my face; in my
arsehole; fill my shitter with your hot fucking piss
Tom." She raised her legs, spreading her arsehole and
cunt for me.

"PISS ON ME. PISS ON ME NOW!!" She almost screamed
with lust. I took my cock in my hand and started
pissing right on her swollen clit, "Aaahhh shit yes!
Yes baby I love your fucking hot piss . . . your dirty
piss on my fanny!"

I squeezed off my stream and knelt between her spread
arse cheeks letting a stream of piss go straight up
her still slightly gaping arsehole.

"Ohhh fucccckkk yyyyeeessss! Fucking piss up my
fucking shithole!"

Looking at her face, I ran my stream up her belly to
her swollen nipples, pissing over her jugs for a
second then pissing up over her chin. She opened her
mouth and started gulping my piss; swallowing, gagging
on it, drooling.

"Fill me with your FUCKING PISS!" Her hand worked her
cunt; the shaking started again. "I'm gonna' squirt
Tom. I'm gonna' squirt for you, you dirty fucker!" Her
legs shook and she came again.

"Ooohhh fffuucckk . . . O geeez, Oh baby." As she came
my piss squirted from her arsehole. "Look! Look at the
piss squirting from my fucking arsehole! Oh shit, oh
fucking shit!"

My piss jet tailed off to a dribble, and Claire
carried on coming, her fingers shoved up her sopping
vadge, her pullulating bottom farting out the last of
my urine from her rectum. Standing astride her in the
bathtub I turned around and, spreading my butt cheeks
I squatted over her face, so that my hairy arsehole
came into contact with her piss-wet mouth. Her tongue
immediately set to work on my shithole, licking
greedily as my sweaty ring, poking her tongue up into
my anus.

"Oh yes Claire," I croaked as her tongue worked its
magic on my arse, "That's so good. Lick my arsehole
you dirty bitch, taste my fucking shithole." As she
went to town on my butthole I toyed with her pissy
tits, pinching her tortured nipples. One last time her
naked body convulsed as a huge climax took hold of
her. Her fanny bucked helplessly into the air and she
tongued my hole so hard she practically sucked the
shit out of my arse.

When it had subsided I lay beside her and we kissed,
our sweaty bodies still slippery with piss.

"That was awesome," she whispered. "I want you to fuck
me all the time while Emma's away."

"I will, don't worry," I assured her.

"After all, it's the least I can do for my best friend
isn't it?" she smiled, "Keeping her gorgeous boyfriend
entertained while she's away?"

"You dirty little slut," I said, nuzzling her earlobe
and toying with her ripe titties, "You just can't get
enough cock can you?"

"Never had enough yet," she grinned. "I'm off work on
Friday. Let's stay at home and fuck. What do you say
Tom? You can fuck me any way you like; I want your
cock between my tits, in my mouth, in my cunt, up my
arse; I want us to piss and shit and get really dirty.
You can tie me up and use my helpless body. I'll be
your personal slut for the whole day and night. What
do you say?"
It was a tempting prospect, though I doubted I'd have
the energy to perform every perverted act she'd
mentioned. Still, I could always phone a couple of
mates and ask them to come around and help out . . .

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Meanwhile, in a Parisian hotel . . .

Emma soaped herself in the shower, her hands slipping
from her full breasts down to her sopping bush. As the
water splashed onto her naked flesh she slipped a
finger into her meaty cunt and began to pleasure
herself, teasing the beefy flaps of her hairy pussy
with her fingers and she ground the ball of her hand
onto her sizzling clitoris. She thought back to the
previous evening when Tom, her boyfriend, had
sodomised her, fucking his big cock into a rectum
already packed with her turds.

She recalled it all in detail: the fantastic feeling
of fulness in her bottom, the rich smell of her shit
filling the room, the sensation of her fudgey poop
lubricating his pistoning cock . . . She recalled how
she had knelt there on her hands and knees, taking
Tom's massive dong up her shit-packed bottom, and how
she had imagined that it was Shafiq buggering her --
the allegedly donkey-dicked sixth-former who had
fuelled her fantasies for some weeks now and who at
that very moment was somewhere in the hotel.

In her mind's eye she could see this lewd act in
close-up. An sixteen year old Pakistani boy cramming
his huge oiled penis into the tiny arsehole of a
twenty-eight year old woman, slowly filling her aching
guts with inch after inch of his massive brown meat.
Emma shuddered at the thought of it, a respectable
school teacher reduced to a slut by one of her pupils.

Turning the shower low, Emma unscrewed the shower
nozzle and pressed the gushing pipe to her anus,
gasping as she felt the warm water fill her bowels.
Then, straddling the toilet, she relaxed her pooper
and released the water, and with it, a couple of big
slippery turds. She flushed the toilet and repeated
the procedure, noting that this time the water that
she squirted into the bowl was crystal clear. She
exhaled with satisfaction as she farted wetly,
squirting the last drops of enema from her rear.

She dried herself and dabbed perfume on her neck and
breasts. Cupping her big breasts she admired them in
the mirror. She knew that her tits turned men's heads;
she'd seen the boys in her class eyeing them
lasciviously too. In fact, she was sure she'd noticed
Shafiq casting sidelong glances at her pert titties on
the journey. She went to her washbag and took out her
small buttplug and placed it, along with the tube of
KY, on the bedside table within easy reach.

She slipped on a pair of lacy panties, smoothing the
gusset over her beefy cunt, tucking in the stray curls
of her thick dark bush. The she put on a bra; a pretty
half cup one with lacy trim, and she admired her self
again. Jeans and a low-cut top completed the look. Or
almost. She decided to forgo the bra; her breasts were
firm enough after all.

Consciously, her plan for the evening was innocent
enough. She'd told her school party that it was a
'free evening' and to be back in the hotel by 11. She
would in the meantime find a bar and have a few
glasses of wine then come back to the hotel, lie on
her bed, slip the buttplug into her arsehole and
masturbate before going to sleep. She might think
about Shafiq when she masturbated, but that would be
it. Unconsciously however, she knew it was a different
story. She had given herself an enema, perfumed her
breasts, worn her sexiest gear and she was going out
with the intention of loosening up with a spot of
booze then coming back to the hotel and hoping to bump
into Shafiq -- after all, he was a cricket fan, he'd
be up late watching the match on cable wouldn't he? If
Shafiq could not be found then perhaps that cute
looking Turkish barman in the hotel bar?

Come what may, she knew in her heart of hearts that
she fully intended to end her evening with something
much bigger than a buttplug rooting her chute. She'd
had a horny itch in her butthole every since Tom had
fucked her there that morning, then rimmed her and
left her with the taste of her own arsehole on her
mouth. It was an itch that would take more than
fingers or a buttplug to satisfy. Putting a novel to
read in her shoulder bag, Emma locked her hotel room
door, leaving the lights low, and set off to find a
bar.

It hadn't taken Shafiq long to find out which room his
sexy teacher was staying in -- it was on the top
floor, well away from her noisy pupils on the first
floor. From his vantage point in the hotel foyer he
saw her come out of the lift and walk towards the
exit. He watched her big round arse as she walked out
into the street, and thought how beautiful it would
look, naked and spread wide, with his thick brown cock
sliding in and out of her tight anus. Still, all that
would have to wait. First he'd have to follow her...