Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2003 15:59:11 +0100 (BST)
From: Tom Smith <arsehole_addict@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Chapter 5

Despite the fact that my girlfriend, Emma, was away
for the week in Paris, I was nonetheless getting no
end of dirty, sweaty sex. Emma's college friend (and
sometime lesbian lover) Claire was staying with us
while she "sorted herself out" following the break up
of her relationship with the long-suffering Dave, and
Claire's almost insatiable appetite for energetic sex
had become more than apparent. It was an appetite that
I, furthermore, was more than happy to try my best to
satisfy. Whenever I saw her schlepping around the
house in her little shorts and baggy T-shirt I would
feel my cock begin to rise as I looked at her large,
bra-less titties wobbling beneath the fabric of her
top and ogled her full, fleshy buttocks. She knew full
well I was an "arse-man" and never lost an opportunity
to show off her perfect, peachy behind.

And tonight had been no exception. I had been shopping
for our supper and I arrived back to find Claire in
the kitchen, still wearing her nurse's uniform. Her
uniform was a simple, pale blue, striped cotton dress,
fastening with an elasticated belt around the waist.
Perhaps it was the stripes, but her uniform always
made her breasts and bottom look particularly big and
juicy. I noticed too, from the way her tits joggled
inside her dress, that she wasn't wearing a bra either
and I wondered how many boners her lovely freckled
breasts had caused at the hospital today. As I placed
the supermarket carrier bags on the table and put a
couple of bottles of wine in the fridge to chill I
noticed that Claire was panting slightly.

"Did you run home from the hospital or something?" I
asked her.

"No," she giggled, "I got a lift from Dave."

"Dave?" I checked I had heard right. Dave is her
ex-boyfriend from whom she had rather dramatically
split a week earlier when he decided that Claire
taking it up the shitter from a teenage plasterer
working on their conservatory was not compatible with
their relationship.

"Yeh," she said, "It seems that all is not going well
with Pippa. I think he wants me back."

"And?"

"Well, he'll have to sweat it out a bit longer. I'm
going to make him go without so he can realise what
he's missing. I bet Pippa won't let him anywhere near
her skinny little arse," her brow furrowed as she
turned her attention to Dave's current lover, "Stuck
up little bitch."

"And I suppose you did let him near your arse?" I
laughed.

"Let him?" she exclaimed, "He never fucking asked, he
just took it. The bastard always loved cornholing me,
fucking pervert. He'll realise soon enough that not
many women are happy to bend over be sodomised
whenever he feels like it. He just resented me having
a bit on the side, that's all. It's alright for men
but not for women I guess. Besides, he wasn't so pure
on that score - you should have heard the way he went
on about Emma."

"Emma?" I asked.

"Yes, Emma," she repeated, "Your girlfriend Emma, with
whom I had a torrid lesbian affair at college."

"Yeh, I know who you mean, I want to know the details
though," I said quietly as I began to feel Claire's
magnificent tits through the material of her cotton
uniform.

"Well, he had a real thing for her; kept going on
about how gorgeous she was. He used to get me to
describe all the lezzy stuff we got up to while he was
fucking me and he'd always get really excited when I
told him that she had a hairy fanny. He's got this
real fetish for hairy pussies - geez, if he saw Emma's
twat-rug he'd cum on the spot!"

Hearing Claire describe her ex-boyfriend's lust for my
girlfriend's muff was making me even hornier. I let my
hands travel down her flat tummy to her hips and I
lifted up her skirt, thinking to re-acquaint myself
with Claire's far less bushy but still deliciously
furry fanny.

"You've got no knickers on Claire!" I exclaimed upon
finding her ginger mound unclad.

"No," she blushed, "Dave's got them."

"Dave?" I said, "What the fuck happened there."

"Shit, I couldn't help myself Tom," she whined, "He
was feeling me up and I could feel how hard his knob
was in his jeans, and then I just got this buzz in my
pussy and I had to have him. Oh fuck Tom, I just HAD
to have that huge dick inside my cunt."

Lifting Claire onto the edge of the table I spread her
knees slightly and sank to my knees. Hungrily I began
to lash the sopping lips of her sex with my tongue,
trembling with excitement as I recalled that only
minutes earlier Dave had been fucking this same tasty
pussy with his huge prick. Her cunt reeked of sex and
had that zesty, sweet-and-sour tang that only a fully
aroused cunt has. I plunged my tongue as far up her
grasping slot as I could, lashing it upwards towards
her clit. Claire threw her head back and grabbed her
ripe breasts, pinching her rigid nipples through the
fabric of her uniform.

"Oh fuck, Tom," she moaned, "You eat pussy so well,
you're making my cunny all wet again."

I began to probe her arsehole with my finger. It was
greasy, but clenched tightly and my finger made no
progress beyond her puckered brown ring.

"No," she gasped, "Not there." Not something I imagine
she had often said when someone was trying to gain
entry to her arse.

"But I want to taste your arsehole Claire," I begged,
"I'm hungry for it."

"But Dave fucked me there too!" she protested.

"Are you trying to tell me that your arse is full of
Dave's cum, Claire?" I asked, adopting the tone of
voice I might use with a naughty school-girl. She
nodded weakly.

"So your arse will be nice and slippery then, won't
it?" I continued, "Perfect for lubricating my big
cock. You'd like that, wouldn't you, you little slut?
Getting buggered by two men in less than an hour?"

"Yes," she said quietly, groaning with delight as I
shoved three fingers into her slack cunt and rubbed
her shit-ring with my thumb.

"Good," I said, now fully in control. "Now kneel up on
the table and let me suck on your shithole."

As if in a trance, Claire knelt on the table and
arched her back to that her beautiful white buttocks
were in front of my face. Pressing my face into the
cleft of her backside I inhaled deeply the scent of
her sweat and the unmistakable aroma of recent sodomy.
My tongue found her greasy cornhole, which tightened
as my tongue swept across it.

"Relax your anus darling," I said softly, "let me
clean you up."

"Oh my God!" she shrieked, "You want to suck Dave's
jism out of my poop-chute!"

"Precisely. Now be a good girl and shit it all into my
mouth. Work that hot butt and give me everything."

"Shit. I can't believe we're doing this. This is the
perviest thing I've ever done."

"I can do pervier if you like Claire," I promised.
"But besides, I find it very hard to believe that a
horny little slut like you has never been felched."

Claire relaxed her anus, which was actually quite
loose from the buggering that Dave had subjected her
to. Immediately I could taste hot spunk as I began to
stab at her freshly-sodomised shithole with my tongue.

"Come on baby," I urged her, "Shit it all out for me."

Claire worked her shitting muscles, gladly responding
to my perverted request. Suddenly she farted loudly
and shot a huge gob of richly flavoured jism into my
mouth, which I swallowed greedily. She strained again
and I got another mouthful of jizz, which I savoured,
trying to discern the taste of her bowels in her
boyfriend's spadge. Another series of small farts, and
more and more of Dave's arse-flavoured ejaculate
squirted into my mouth and slithered down my throat.
When I had quite drained her rectum of male seed I
decided to do the decent thing and replace it with a
load of my own.

After pumping it into her juicy fanny for a few
strokes by way of preparation, my pole slipped
effortlessly into Claire's back-passage, so recently
stretched by her well-hung ex-boyfriend. Claire's pale
buttocks trembled deliciously with each thrust of my
bloated tool into her well-greased bottom. Her fingers
sloshed in her slippery fanny and she grunted like an
animal as I reached around to grasp her enormous
bouncing knockers, pinching her distended nipples.
Deep in her bowels I could feel my knob sinking into
the tip of a hefty log of shit, which only heightened
the pleasure of this latest act of sodomy between us.

"I can feel the shit up your arse Claire," I panted
between buggering strokes into her farting
shit-tunnel. "I think you'd better follow me to the
bathroom and give me everything this time." Pulling my
rigid dick from her rectum I again knelt behind her
and tongued her gaping shithole, pushing my tongue
into her back passage to taste a heady mixture of cum
and shit. After I had spent a couple of minutes
sampling the gustatory delights of Claire's tender
bottom, I pulled my tongue from her slack and
pullulating shitter and led her upstairs to the
bathroom.

My chest pounded with excitement as I followed her
upstairs, my eyes glues to her beautiful white
buttocks as I realised that I was about to indulge in
one of my most perverted pleasures - watching a
beautiful woman defecate. Few things captivate me
quite as much as the sight of a woman shitting.

Once inside the bathroom, Claire removed her uniform
and stood naked in front of me, bending over and
squatting slightly. I knelt behind her and caressed
her buttocks, then fingered her plundered shithole to
stimulate her bowels.

"Come on Claire," I encouraged her, "Let's see you
have a big dump. Force out that huge steaming turd for
me."

"You're sick Tom," she giggled, "This is so
perverted."

"But you're turned on though, aren't you?"

"Fuck yes!" she gasped. "I don't know why, but this is
really making my pussy drip. Having a guy begging me
to shit for him, begging to see my poo. Does Emma poop
for you?"

"Oh yes," I said, speeding up my digital stimulation
of her anal passage, feeling the tip of her turd
edging further down her back passage. "She shits
lovely big tasty turds for me. Only one thing beats
seeing a huge cock sliding into a beautiful woman's
shithole, and that's seeing a big steaming shit-log
sliding out."

"Oh fuck Tom, that's so horny," Claire panted, her
fingers strumming her dripping cunt, "Thinking about
Emma shitting"

"You want to watch her?"

"Oh yes."

"Watch her beautiful bottom forcing out a huge greasy
turd?"

"Yesssss," she hissed, "A really massive log of hot
crap"

"Lick it," I told her firmly. Claire purred
contentedly as I continued my perverted commentary,
suddenly aware that Claire was possibly no stranger to
the perversions of shit-sex.

"Taste her log Claire, lick Emma's big turd while you
shit for me." Claire suddenly arched her back and
climaxed, driving her fingers violently into her
sloshing cunt. She was getting off on the fantasy of
tasting Emma's shit! I felt her own turd between the
two fingers with which I was manipulating her rectum
and I realised that she was about to shit herself.

"I can feel your shit Claire," I panted as my fingers
pinched the tip of her straining bowel movement. It
was a big one, and I was very turned on. My hard prick
was between her legs, rubbing against the moist lips
of her fanny. Suddenly I felt a spurt of my cock and
realised she was pissing; bathing my aching dick and
bollocks with her hot, fizzing piss. I wanted to eat
her -- taste her aroused, pissy cunt -- but I didn't
want to miss her chocolate pudding either.

"You want me to taste it?" I asked. The answer made no
difference. I was going to enjoy this one. Claire,
nympho that she was, would finally see for herself
just how thoroughly perverted her ex-lover's boyfriend
was. I pulled my shit-smeared fingers from her bottom
and brought them to my mouth. Claire turned her head
to see me licking her dung from my fingers and her
eyes bulged in disbelief.

"Oh yeah," she urged me, "Taste it. I want to see your
mouth full of my tasty turd, you dirty fucker." As her
violently pumping fingers whacked her pulpy cunt to
yet another climax, I watched as her pinky-brown
shit-ring bulged deliciously and the blunt, fat tip of
her glistening turd emerged from between her perfect
white buttocks like an obscene cigar.

But then she relaxed and her turd slipped back into
her shitter, out of sight. I knelt and pushed my
tongue into her dirty hole, and noticed it was moving
and swelling. Claire gasped and suddenly it blossomed
open and once again from inside emerged her lovely big
shit-log. It crackled and pushed its way out as I
teased the stretched rim of her anus with my tongue.
Then I gently placed my open mouth in the path of this
monster and felt the head of the turd against my lips.
I opened further.

The smell was ripe and almost overpowering as it
reached my tongue and pushed my cheeks open. All I
could taste and feel was her warm fresh turd in my
mouth. It was forcing its way down my throat before
the whole huge turd slipped swiftly from her arse. My
mouth was already completely full of Claire's poop and
the rest of her log broke off and fell with a wet
splat onto the floor. She turned around to see me with
a sizeable chuck of her turd in my mouth.

Claire knelt close to me, facing me. After looking
intently at me for a few second, she kissed me. She
actually kissed my shit-filled mouth. She began to
eagerly lick at the end piece sticking out, finally
breaking it off and rolling it into her mouth, chewing
it, before letting the hot brown nugget drop
sensuously from her lips. The sheer size of Claire's
hefty turd was turning me on as much as the bitter
taste and the knowledge that it had come from her
arse. However, it was just too big for me to manage,
so I let it of it fall from my mouth. Claire's lips
covered mine and we shared a wet, brown french kiss.
When our lips finally parted I spoke.

"You are one filthy bitch," I said, pinching her hard
nipples and staring at her shit-smeared face.

"Well, that's rich coming from you," she smiled, "But
I can be much filthier if you like."

"Go on," I managed to croak, unable to imagine how she
might be, but nonetheless desperate to find out.

"Okay," she said, "Just don't shoot your load, 'cos I
want that big dong back up my shitter before long."

She must have sensed how close I was - which was very
close indeed. The first time Emma had spread her
beautiful buttocks on my face and shat a turd directly
into my mouth I had come without even touching my
cock, and I wasn't far off now.

"This is what you want to see, isn't it?" She grinned
lasciviously as she picked her piss-wet turd from the
floor and held the massive tube of meaty crap in her
hands, teasing the knobbly shaft with her tongue.

"Oh fuck yes!" I murmured, trying not to accidentally
touch my tumescent tool and shoot a load over her slim
white thighs. "Lick it you bitch. Lick that massive
turd you filthy slut."

"I bet you'd rather it was Emma's shit I was licking?"
she teased. I nodded weakly in agreement.

"Mmmm, tasting Emma's big steaming poop," she went on,
"Licking it while it comes out of her shitter? Just
imagine that Tom. Me sucking on your girlfriend's big
smelly turd while you watch. It's a really big one,
but she needs to shit really badly. She needs a shit
'cos you've just fucked her arse and shot a big load
of jizz up there. I'd lick as it comes out of her bum,
her big dirty turd all covered in your spunk. I'd lick
off all your cum first, then I'd taste her shit. And
then, mmmmm."

"Mmmmm, what?" I asked, desperate for her to go on.

"Then I smear her hot crap all over my tits and all
over hers, just like she likes it."

"How do you know she likes it?" I asked, wondering if
this was mere coincidence. Emma loves the feeling of
hot shit between her breasts and shit play between us
always seems to end with Emma getting slick, shitty
bosoms.

"She told me, silly!" Claire replied, mashing her own
hot turd into her perfect white globes, "Told me how
good it feels to have her boobs smeared with poop when
you two get dirty and you fuck her. How you like
getting her breasts all hot and shitty when you're
fucking her backside, even how you love sucking on her
big shitty nipples. You've made her so dirty, Tom. She
used to be so innocent, and now she likes being fucked
up the shitter while her boyfriend smears her baps
with her own turds! Honestly, she's almost as filthy
as me!"

"Almost?"

"Oh yes," she winked, "I get much dirtier. You see,
when I'm smearing Emma's hot, fresh poop over my jugs,
I'd get really horned up and my fanny would start
oozing and tingling. So I'd ask you to come and sit in
my lap, with your arsehole right against my hot little
quim. And then . . . "

"Then what?" I shrieked, raging with lust. I had a
feeling I knew, but I couldn't believe anyone would
say it.

"Well, I'd get you to shit."

"In your pussy?"

"Yup. Right up my hot, wet, ginger cunt. Shit a huge
log of steaming man-shit up my fanny. Fill my cunt
right up so I can fuck my horny pussy on your big
shit-cock."

The thought of dumping a monster turd right into
Claire's cunt was too much for my fevered imagination
at that point and I came, shooting volleys of thick
jism all over her shitty teats and dirty face.

"You bastard!" she yelled, "I wanted that up my
dirt-box!"

"And you'll get it," I assured her, "Just turn round
and show me your arse."

Claire turned around to thrust her bottom towards me,
pulling her crap-soiled buttocks wide apart to give me
an eyeful of her tasty puckering arsehole.

"Finger your shithole," I barked at her, "Shove your
fingers up your slutty arsehole and show me where you
want me to fuck you." Immediately Claire thrust two
dirty fingers into her tailpipe, gouging her anal ring
and begging me to bugger her 'properly'. The sight of
a woman fingering her own fundament is guaranteed to
get me hard within seconds, and my dick was well on
the way to full mast.

"Mmmm," she cooed, three bunched fingers plunging in
and out of her gaping anal orifice, "My arse is so hot
and dirty, Tom. My arse needs to be fucked by your big
hard cock so bad."

"You're such a fucking dirty slut Claire," I told her,
tugging my stiffening prick back to life. "You've
already been buggered once and now you want it again."

"I just love being fucked," she moaned, her fingers
really stabbing her abused shit-hole. "It makes me so
horny when my bottom's full of hard cock. Doesn't Emma
love that too?"

"She loves it," I replied, "Wouldn't you like to watch
me buggering her? Lick her hairy wet cunt while my
prick fills her back-passage? See me fuck her shitter
so hard that she pisses herself - all over your face
and tits?"

"O God yes!" she squealed, "Fuck that dirty bitch up
her arse Tom, I want to taste her arse on your cock."
The image of Claire licking my girlfriend's shit from
my cock was the final ingredient I needed to return me
to full erection. I told her I was ready. She removed
her filthy fingers from her crapper and there was her
shit smeared butthole spread in front of me. Two small
hands pulled her cheeks wide for me.

I could see a fresh new turd ready to come out, just
inside her sweet brown arsehole. I bent down to eat
her arse again. My tongue slipped smoothly into
Claire's turd hole. I sucked and tongued it like it
was her mouth. I was in a kind of trance, the shit
smell was like a drug, keeping me hard and flushed.
Kneeling up, I placed the swollen purple head of my
rigid prick into Claire's spit glistening hole. I
pushed. I had to push past a thick warm mass of shit
in her rectum. It felt hot and wonderful. There were
slurpy wet gushing sounds as my cock pushed in deeper.

Claire moaned. I pulled all the way out and I saw a
fresh turd emerge from her brown hole then I pushed
through the muck, mashing it as I entered her once
again. I repeated this process again and again, while
the smell of Claire's excrement, smeared over my face,
took me to new heights of ecstasy as my cock started
to pump faster into this dirty, slutty arsehole.

"Ah...That's it Tom, fill my shitty arsehole with your
cum," she groaned through clenched teeth.

The smell of Claire's shit was intense and I felt my
cock lurch in her backside as I inhaled it. I buggered
her with powerful strokes, filling her rectum to the
hilt with cock.

"That feel good?" I asked.

"Christ Yes!" she hissed. "It feels so damn good.
Getting my arsehole packed with hard meat. I love it
up the shitter so much. This feels so naughty -
getting shagged up the wrong 'un by my best friend's
boyfriend. I wish she could see us."

"Oh yes Claire. I want her to watch us too. I want her
to see my cock pistoning into your shitter while Dave
kneels between her legs and eats out her hairy cunt."

"Wow!" Claire gasped, "A foursome. That would be so
horny. Me and Emma kneeling naked on your bed getting
our shitters ploughed by one another's boyfriends."

It was indeed a very nice thought - humping Claire's
tight, shit-packed arse while Emma received a good
buggering from Dave. I fucked Claire's shit caked hole
for a few more times and then I just could not hold
back any longer. I came into her hot sticky arsehole;
so much that cum was dripping out of her hole, stained
brown from her shit, even before I finished. But I
finally did, pumping the last of my cream into her
shit-clogged tunnel. I pulled out and the sight of her
cum soaked shit encrusted rear almost made me hard
again instantly.

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On Thursday Claire went to work as usual, reminding me
that Friday was her day off and that she was willing
to submit to my perverted desires for the whole day. I
realised I would need some help to satisfy a slut as
wanton as Claire, so I made a phone call.

"Dr Robert Adams please," I said when the telephone
was finally answered.

"Can I tell him who's calling?" the receptionist
asked.

"Certainly, it's Thomas Smith here." She told me she
was putting me through, and after a few seconds of
cheesy muzak, Rob answered.

"Tom, good to hear from you. How are things?" Rob
asked in his unfailingly upbeat manner.

"Oh fine Rob, just fine."

"And how's that delicious girlfriend of yours?" I
could almost imagining him licking his lips as he
asked that.

"Also well, but sadly away for the week in Paris with
her A-level class'" I replied.

"Too bad mate, too bad. Blue balls then?" Typical.
Talking about sex within 30 seconds of starting a
conversation.

"Not at all Rob; quite the opposite in fact," I said
smugly.

"How come? Finally taken my advice and got yourself a
bit on the side?"

"Well, not quite. We've got a lodger."

"Anyone I know?" he asked.

"Very possibly," I said, "Her name's Claire Stephenson
and she's an old college friend of Emma's." I waited
for a moment and then dropped the bombshell, "And
she's a nurse, at your hospital."

"You lucky bastard," he exclaimed, "I know her
alright. She's that foxy ginger lass who works on
orthopedics isn't she?"

"The very same."

"Quite a goer if the stories are to be believed . . ."

"Stories?" I queried, "I'm all ears."

"Well, she's known to have slept with quite a few
other nurses, so we all assumed she was a dyke. But
then a friend of mine told me something very
interesting about her. He was wandering through the
ward late one night and comes across her at it. There
was this young bloke with both arms in plaster after a
rugby injury, only about 19, obviously very frustrated
-- seems Claire was doing him a favour."

"What sort of favour?"

"Well the lad was lying on the bed, big fucking boner
sticking out of his pyjamas which staff nurse
Stephenson was rather noisily fellating."

"And what did your friend do about this?"

"Oh he just took her aside afterwards, said something
about professional misconduct and serious implications
and offered to keep it under his hat if she offered
him something in return."

"And he got it?"

"Too right. Took her into the linen cupboard and gave
her one up the shitter! Said she was a right horny
little tart."

"Oh she is Rob, she is. And I hope she's going to get
dirtier," I was referring to her suggestion of my
fucking her senseless on Friday.

"Meaning?" asked Rob, eager to know what I had in
store.

"Well, she said she was off work on Friday so she
wants me to spend the day shagging her, says she wants
it really hard and dirty . . ." I awaited the
response.

"You jammy fucker. I was hoping to have a pop at her
myself."

"Well, maybe you can -- if you can take Friday
afternoon off."

"Double train, eh? Very nice. But sorry, no can do."
He sounded genuinely peeved.

"Oh come on Rob, I need some help with this and if
we're going to get as dirty as I was planning then
you're the only man for the job."

"But I've got a clinic that afternoon, I can't just
cancel it."

"Yes you can. Or you could get someone else to do it
for you. Just think of her naked, begging you to shaft
her. It's a simple choice: either you go into work and
spend a routine afternoon, or you find yourself at my
place banging a dirty little nympho in the shitbox."

"You're not making this very easy, Tom," Rob groaned.
I could sense him caving in.

"I'm not trying to! I want you to be there. Just think
about it. A slutty little nurse begging to be fucked.
And not just fucked, but fucked and buggered and
pissed on . . ."

"Pissed on? The dirty slag!"

"I tell you mate, I have never met a bird as into piss
as Claire -- fucking laps it up. And as for loving it
up the chuff, I've been porking her for three days now
and I've barely noticed that she's even got a fanny."

"Oh man, this is making me hard here," said Rob,
almost panting now. I decided to tip him over the
edge.

"Oh and another thing," I added, trying to affect
nonchalance, "I fudge-packed her last night."

"You mean . . . ?"

"That's right. Could hardly get my prick up her
shitter her turd was that big. Now if you agreed to
join us for an afternoon of fun I'm sure she might
'forget' to prepare herself properly and let you stir
her shit for a bit." I was hoping that Rob's
well-known and insatiable lust for the female
fundament (not to mention his less well-known scat
fetish) would make this the clinching argument.

"Okay, okay. You've convinced me you dirty sod. I'll
be there. Two o'clock okay?"

"Great mate." I'd hooked him. "Thanks, see you
Friday."

Rob was an old friend of mine. We'd been at university
together, shared a room in our first year and shared a
flat in my post-graduate year and his penultimate year
of medical school. He was a tall, muscular,
classically good looking, and women practically threw
their knickers at him. I had been incredibly jealous
of his unfailing knack of getting laid whenever he
wanted in our first year of college, but I soon came
to see the benefits of going out on the pull with Rob.
What would usually happen was that the fittest bird
we'd seen all night would cop off with Rob and I'd be
left chatting up her chubby mate. We'd travel back to
our flat in a taxi, the girls polishing our knobs and
then try to get both of them naked in the lounge just
in case they were minded to treat us to a bit of lesbo
action.

Then we'd either persuade them that a free-for-all
foursome was in order or we'd retire to our respective
bedrooms to continue the fun and games. Now, I started
to note that even though Rob had pulled some really
stunners, fairly often he'd take the less attractive
mate to his bed. His explanation of this strange
behaviour made surprising sense at the time:

"It's all a matter of judgement and prudent choice
mate."

"Explain?"

"Okay. Take those two bitches we fucked last weekend:
Charlotte the fit-to-fuck blonde babe with the massive
norks and her less than inspiring mate Sharon with the
child-bearing hips."

"Yeh. I know why I fucked Charlotte, but why did you
choose Sharon?"

"Well, don't jump to conclusions. Don't look for the
obvious reasons. Which of them do you reckon was more
flattered by the attention we were giving them?"

"Sharon obviously. Charlotte must get blokes sniffing
round her snatch all the time."

"Exactly," he replied, as if the point was
self-evident. "And a bit of flattery makes us do silly
things. And also, you're assuming that Charlotte was
innately more fanciable than Sharon?"

"Of course."

"Oh yeh? Now you're a man who loves a nice bushy cunt,
like me, right?"

"Absolutely."

"And let me guess -- Charlotte had a tidy little bald
beaver?"

"Exactly."

"Now Sharon, on the other hand, did not. If you'd
bedded her you could have been burying your face in a
thicket maintained by the Forestry Commission, running
your tongue up and down between a fucking huge pair of
sopping piss-flaps."

"Damn."

"And so you should curse, because there's more. Did
you try and lick her ringpiece?"

"Too right!"

"And?"

"She said, 'That's dirty.'"

"Meaning 'That's dirty stop it' or 'That's dirty carry
on' do you reckon?"

"The former, unfortunately."

"There we are. So she didn't say anything like 'Lick
my fucking arsehole you dirty cunt,' and start
clenching her shithole against your tongue I take it?"

"Nothing like it."

"Ah, you see, that is precisely what Sharon did. For
crying out loud, you can even tell by the slut's name
that she's dirtier! Right. Did Charlotte rim you at
all?"

"Come off it."

"Shame. Because her mate gave my cornhole a pretty
good tongue-bath that night. Alright, next. Did she
take you up the arse?"

"I wish," I was fairly kicking myself by now. "I was
looking her tight little pucker when I was doing her
doggy-style, and thinking that it didn't even look
like she used it for shitting let alone anything
else."

"Another difference. You see, I imagine Sharon's
backdoor sees quite a lot of two-way traffic. It
certainly saw a lot more action than her fanny that
night I can tell you."

Rob then went on to explain that he was only really
interested in fucking girls' arseholes. Pussies were
just a means to an end. For Rob anal sex was the
ultimate goal every time. Connoisseur of pussy and
breasts that he was, his finest critical faculties
were reserved for a girl's behind. He seemed to have a
'sixth sense' when it came to homing in on girls who
weren't averse to anal sex. Not only did he find girls
who took it up the chuff, but somehow he managed to
cop off with girls who not only consented to being
buggered by him but who actually relished it, who
seemed to crave big hard cocks up their shitters. If
there was a girl in the room who was into watersports,
Rob would find her; likewise the girl who was willing
to be buggered by several men in one evening.

He found girls willing to perform sex acts which, at
the time, I had hardly imagined existed - like Fiona,
the horsey posh lass who not only loved being
sodomised, but had a penchant for piss enemas; like
Vickie the fucked-up goth girl who liked men to shit
onto her and then titty-fuck her huge shitty paps; or
like Deepak, a sikh lad and pervert of the first order
who would fist his huge brown cock as he watched Rob
and me sodomise his teenage muslim girlfriend before
thrusting his own huge dick up her spunk-doused
rectum, finally reclining beneath his shagged-out bird
who would fart and shit our combined loads into his
mouth.

But for Rob, anal sex isn't all one way. Despite all
the women that flock around him what he really craves
is having stiff cock rammed up his butthole -- the
harder the better! He doesn't seem to fancy blokes,
doesn't seem turned on by them. But he has a thing for
big cocks -- as the presence in his porn collection of
a significant number of gay fuck movies testifies. In
fact it was with Rob that I had my first experience of
both bi-male and scat sex, all in one day! When we
were still students I went into our bathroom one day
to find a dildo stuck to the edge of the bath. It was
one of those life-like rubber cock dildos, with a big
spongy balls and a suction cup to attach it to the
wall or whatever. It was glistening with KY and
covered in flecks of shit -- it had definitely been up
someone's arse, and as only Rob and I were in the
house at the time it had to have been Rob's arse.

Suddenly I pictured my housemate naked and sweating as
he rammed his hairy arse down onto this rubber monster
and I realised that my cock was as stiff as a board,
my knees trembling with excitement. How long I stood
there imagining Rob fucking himself I don't know, but
the next thing I knew there he was standing in the
doorway, holding a tube of KY with his big cock
jutting out before him.

"Busted!" he said, and flashed me an uninterpretable
grin.

"Not half as busted as your arsehole if you can sit on
that thing," I replied, hoping some humour would
defuse the situation.

"Sometimes mate, I just need to feel my arse being
stretched, just need to be fucked." With that he
turned and walked towards his bedroom. Dimly aware
that Rob had just uttered an invitation, I followed
him, my eyes glued to his sinewy buttocks as he made
his way across the landing to his room. Climbing onto
the large, double futon he shared with his girlfriend
Rebecca he got onto his hands and knees, his glowing
brown butt and dark, black-brown arsehole twitching up
in the air. I realised then that he was waiting to be
plugged -- my "straight" mate was inviting me,
practically begging me, to bugger him. The whole
scenario was incredibly horny. Rebecca had already
left for lectures and several of her bras and pairs of
panties littered Rob's rather untidy room. The thought
that I was about to get it on with Rob on the very bed
where hours earlier he had been lustily rogering his
sexy girlfriend made me even harder.

The room was full of sexual paraphernalia - a
vibrator, two butt plugs, tubes of lube, anal beads
and porn mags. On the TV I noticed a video was playing
-- a bisexual porn flick -- on the screen a massively
hung man was shoving his cock hard up the arsehole of
another man while a woman watched them, pinching her
nipples and frigging her slippery cunt. Then on the
floor near the bed I noticed something else; a strap
on dildo. Rebecca had been fucking Rob! I could see it
all in my mind now -- Rob on his hands and knees,
shuddering and panting as Rebecca fucked his arse with
her fake rubber cock, her huge tits wobbling as she
humped his shitter.

Resting his head and shoulders on the bed, Rob reached
back to spread his taut buns, tracing the puckered rim
of his hairy shithole and poking his fingertip into
his funky hole. Kneeling behind him I lowered my face
to his arse, hearing his breathing get ever more
ragged as I got nearer to his behind, then poked my
tongue into the wrinkled core of his anus and began to
rim him.

"Oh fuck yeh!" he moaned, spreading his butt cheeks as
wide apart as he could, "Tongue my hole. Oh shit Tom,
I gotta feel your tongue up my shitter -- lick my
fucking man-hole." Rob's arsehole was still pliable
after having taken the rubber dong and I managed to
stick my tongue a long way up his behind as all the
time he thrust his buttocks back against my face,
grinding his shithole against my probing tongue.

"Now," he said suddenly. "Come on Tom, you gotta fuck
me. I have to feel that big dick filling my pussy." It
sounded weird and rather too "gay" to hear Rob refer
to his arsehole as his "pussy", but then I reflected
as we were probably about to have what most people
would call "gay sex", so perhaps I shouldn't have been
too surprised.

Squirting a dollop of KY onto my prick, I pressed my
bell-end into the centre of his brown starfish and
pushed, surprised at the ease with which my cock
penetrated his shit-tube. And once he had the dick up
his man-hole, he seemed to go crazy. He bucked and
reared and shoved his buttcheeks against my groin,
trying to cram even more meat into his shitter. My
mind was being fucked with -- here was I having my
first gay sex, and I was loving it, fucking my best
mate hard up the arse. I reached around to his groin,
and instead of dipping my fingers into a soft, wet
pussy, I grasped a cock; a big, fat, hard cock. It was
an epiphany: I suddenly realised that, as everyone has
an arsehole, everybody was innately fuckable. Everyone
was capable of being fucked. Even me.

My girlfriend at the time, a leggy blonde called
Caroline, was not averse to frequent bouts of
energetic buggery but insisted upon preparing her
back-passage with enemas to make sure she was
perfectly "clean". This lewd act of buggery between me
and Rob couldn't have been more different. Rob's hairy
shithole had tasted sweaty and funky, quite unlike
Caroline's cringing pinky pucker, and deep in his
bowels I could feel my bell-end butt against the tip
of a turd. To add to my already considerably
heightened state of horniness Rob began to fantasise
out loud about a foursome we might have: me, him, his
girlfriend Rebecca and my girlfriend Caroline.

"We gotta do this again mate," he panted, as I
continued to slam my painfully hard dick into his
arse, "I want you to fuck me while I do Becky up the
shitter. Oh man, your big prick up my arse and mine up
hers!"

"Oh yeh!" I gasped, fucking him even harder as I
imagined the scene.

"Yeh. You fucking me, me fucking her and her licking
out Caroline's snatch, mmmmm, or Becky sucking my
spadge out of your bird's arsehole. Fuck yes!"

Fuck yes indeed. It was almost too hot to contemplate;
Rob sodomising Caroline's tender bottom as I watched,
licking his big floppy balls as they slapped against
Caroline's puss, tonguing his furry man-cunt as he
buggered my girl and pumped a load up into her rectum.
Then Becky and Caroline kissing, fondling one
another's breasts, fingering their slimy pussies,
finally tonguing one another's anuses, each tasting
their own boyfriend's jism as it dribbled and belched
from the freshly-fucked shit-tunnel of the other. And
all this as their boyfriends fucked on the bed next to
them. It was too much. Before I knew what was
happening I felt my balls tighten and I shot a hefty
load of jism up Rob's clasping shit-tunnel.

I may have come, but I wasn't finished. Rob hadn't
come yet so now it was my turn. I swung around and
bent over. Grabbing my buttcheeks I spread them apart,
giving Rob a clear view of my hairy, virgin shit-ring.
I looked over my shoulder and saw Rob's eyes, glazed
with lust, staring hotly at my puckering arsehole. He
reached between his legs and stuck two fingers up his
own just-buggered arsehole, lubing them with KY and my
spunk. Almost immediately I felt his slippery
fingertips playing with my rubbery quoit, his fat
middle finger pushing insistently the wrinkled core of
my anus.

I heard him spit and felt a big gob of saliva land on
my straining butthole. I pushed my ring outwards and
felt his finger slip into the warm cavern of my
shitter. But immediately I remembered something else
-- that I had been going to the bathroom for a dump
when I had found Rob's dildo -- there was still a big
log of shit up my arse that needed to come out. And
Rob had found it two with the two fingers with which
he was now plugging my full backside.

"Oh yeah, Tom! That's a dirty butthole you got there.
I can feel your shit between my fingers, mate. You
have to have a dump don't you?" he said. His voice had
a harsh, dirty quality to it and I knew he was as
turned on as I was at the sick, fetishistic world we
were about to enter together. "Let me see you dump,
Tom. Come on, I want to see you dump a really fucking
massive log of shit." Without warning a brief, warm
stream of piss splashed down my hairy buttcrack, over
my flaring arsehole and dripping off of my balls onto
the ground. "Open that hole up for me, Tom! Show me
some turd so I can piss on it!"

"Oh fuck!" I groaned, pressing my face against the
sheets.

"Shit for me, Tom! I want to see that big fat turd
hanging out of your cunt!" I felt so nasty in that
position with my buttcheeks pulled wide apart, my
arsehole gaping with the tip of turd poking out of it
and piss dripping off of my balls.

"Looks good, mate!" Rob cried, as the thick, knotty
turd began to emerge. "Good enough to eat!" Surely he
couldn't be about to . . . could he? But as I felt the
last spurts of Rob's piss hit around my gaping anal
ring, looking over my shoulder I saw Rob drop to his
knees behind me. I could feel his warm breath on my
arse.

"Fucking hot, dirty arse!" Rob whispered. "Come on,
Tom! Push it out into my mouth. I gave you my piss.
Now you give me your shit!"

"Oh fuck!" I moaned.

"Yeah. I'm gonna fuck you, mate! While I eat your
shit!" I grunted as I pushed out what felt to be a
hefty log into Rob's mouth.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Rob moaned. As I glanced back, Rob
had about four inches of turd protruding from his
mouth, the end of which he steadied with his fingers.
I watched as he slid the brown, knotty log in and out
of his mouth like some huge, obscene cock.

"Fuck Rob -- you like to eat shit, don't you?"

"Fucking tasty, mate!" Rob sighed, popping the log out
of his mouth. "I love shit, Tom! I love the way it
smells and tastes. But I never had a bloke's turd
before now!" Watching Rob bite into my turd and chew
it up and swallow it, turned me on in a way I had
never been turned on before. As the smell of my own
shit wafted up my nostrils, my cock began to jerk
wildly and felt harder than ever before.

I knew I had a scat fetish, but I'd never really
explored it before. I'd fucked a few girls up the arse
and felt shit up their passages, which had really
turned me on. Also, a month or so earlier I had used
the bathroom just after Caroline and as I inhaled the
scent of her piss and shit I had felt my cock harden.
Trembling I had lifted the seat of the loo and seen
that she had forgotten to flush, There in the pan were
two beautiful logs that had just dropped from the
beautiful arse of my girlfriend minutes before. In a
trance I hauled out my stiff cock and began to
masturbate, imagining Caroline there before me,
farting and straining as she laid a pile of steaming
turds for me. Within seconds I was coming, shooting
ropes of boiling jism into the toilet, festooning my
lover's dung with spunk.

But I had never done this kind of thing before. Gone
this far or been taken to this level of raunch. It was
new. It was exciting and it was all so dirty. Seeing
the lust in Rob's eyes, his ecstasy as he ate my shit,
only turned me on more and more. I reckoned that if I
could allow my best mate to watch me take a dump and
then watch him as he ate what I expelled from my
arsehole, then there was nothing left to hide. Here
was true nakedness and the complete revelation of
self.

"Fuck!" I moaned, into the sheets, taking my cock in
my hand and masturbating, running my hand up and down
my throbbing, piss soaked dick. My moans grew even
deeper when Rob pressed his face into my filthy
arsecrack and began to rim my shitty hole, probing his
tongue deep. I nearly shot my wad when he took the
turd he still fondled in his hand and began jacking me
off with it. I was delirious with lust and animal
heat. Curling my hand, with his around my shaft,
feeling the nasty warmth of my shit coating my dick as
together we stroked my rock hard tool, I slid my dirty
arse over Rob's face.

"Fuck me, Rob! Fuck me!" I panted. "I want to feel
your big cock pounding my cunt! There's more shit up
my arse for you, Rob. Fuck it out of me! Fuck me
dirty!" Before I had even finished begging I felt
Rob's massive erection stretch open my hole and slide
slowly into my guts.

As Rob's dick filled me, I brought my filthy hand to
my face. The stench of my arsehole surged up my
nostrils. In a burst of wanton lust I thrust my
raunchy digits into my mouth and sucked. A bitter tang
swirled in my mouth. This was what Rob was tasting as
he pounded away at my arsehole. I groaned at the taste
of my own shit and the feeling of Rob's cock slamming
in and out, churning my filth, causing it to fart out
of my fucked hole with wet, slurping sounds. I could
feel his low hanging balls slapping against mine and
the firmness with which he gripped my waist as he rode
me hard and deep.

"Fucking hot manpussy!" Rob bellowed. "Dirty, shitty
fuck!"

"Dick that dirty pussy, mate! Pound my fucking arse!
Fuck the shit out of me, Rob!" My hand was flying up
and down my cock. My balls were churning and
tightening up. I knew that my second come wasn't far
off. I could tell by Rob's rapid breaths that he too
was near ejaculation.

"Harder! Harder, Rob!" I yelled. "Plough that arse!
Rape my shitty hole, fucker! Make me cum!" I took my
hand off my cock. I bucked my arse back to meet his
every pounding thrust. I wanted Rob to make me cum. My
cock jerked and thrashed about wildly. I needed to cum
bad. But not by my hand but from Rob's cock.

"Fucking the shit out of you, man!" Rob hollered.
"Gonna fucking ..."

"Aaarrrggghhh! Fuck! Fuck!" the two of us yelled, in
unison, my dick spooging onto the bed and Rob's cock
spasming up my arse.

"Spunking your shitty hole, Tom, you dirty cunt!"

"Yeah! Yeah! Shoot that load, Rob!" I cried, impaling
myself to the hilt upon Rob's dick.

"Oh shit! Shit! Shit!" Rob moaned, collapsing onto me.

Doing the laundry after that particular episode had
been the devil's own job, and neither of us got to any
lectures that day. And after that day we fucked pretty
regularly, usually after watching some porn movie had
got us really horned up, though we never got to have
the foursome with our girlfriends we had talked about
during our first fuck.

After graduation we lost touch for a while and the
secret sex stopped. A few years later, when I was
already living with Emma, Rob came to stay for a few
days. He had since married Rebecca and was having a
job interview in our city. On the Friday morning Emma
and I left for work, leaving Rob in the house. On
Fridays I finish at lunchtime so I came back home in
the early afternoon. I could hear groans coming from
our bedroom, so I crept up the stairs to see what was
going on. The sight that greeted me made me almost
instantly hard. Rob was on my bed, fucking his hole
with one of our dildoes. He'd found one of our
"private" video tapes and was watching it with such
rapt attention that he didn't notice me standing in
the doorway. I would have been extremely angry if I
had found anyone else watching a videotape showing
intimate episodes from my sex-life with Emma, but so
much had passed between me and Rob in the past, it
didn't seem to matter.

I have several videos of me and Emma having sex,
sometimes on our own, sometimes with other people -
all filmed with a static camera on a tripod. But the
tape that Rob was watching was different. This tape
contained three scenes which I had filmed personally.
The first hour or so showed Emma having sex with
Louise, a nineteen year-old B.Ed. (education) student
who had been on placement at our school. Louise was a
very sexy girl: big tits, hairy pussy, round peachy
arse; but unfortunately 100% lesbian, so although I
was allowed to watch and film she had banned me from
joining in.However the pleasure I derived from seeing
my beautiful girlfriend fucking another woman up the
shitter with a strap-on phallus was more than enough
for me!

The second part of the video was from a different
occasion when Emma had fulfilled her fantasy of being
fucked by twin brothers. The lads in question were
Georgio and Alex, who were visiting Britain from their
home in Athens to learn English . We picked them up in
a club and they really went to town on Emma's lush
body when we got home, fucking every orifice in her
body with their huge Greek cocks, but reserving most
of their attention for her delicious arse. But the
third part of the video was my favourite. It showed
Emma, drunk and feeling very dirty one evening
performing for me -- masturbating, frigging her bushy
cunt, pinching her big nips as she uttered filth at
the camera. Later in the session she squats on the
floor and shits a huge turd as she rubs her clit and
has a very loud orgasm. Then she smears her shit all
over her jugs and begins to bugger her own arse with a
large rubber dong, moaning to the camera about what a
dirty slut she is and how much she loves to be
buggered by big hard cocks. It was this particular
scene that Rob was watching, pumping his shitter with
the very same dong.

"I know how she feels," he said, suddenly seeing me
standing there. I knew what was going to happen next.

Rob sat up on the edge of the bed, sitting on the
dildo crammed all the way up his hole, with his heavy,
muscular thighs spread wide, while one hand played
with his tits and the other slowly beat his meat while
he watched me strip off. It didn't take long! I was
too horny from watching Rob fucking himself on our bed
and Emma fucking herself on screen. In seconds I was
kneeling in front of the bed, gulping down his hot
prick, my hands pinching Rob's tits, and then sliding
down Rob's back to grip his butt and edge him off the
bed.

Rob moaned, and leaned back on his hands, enjoying the
blow job, and enjoying it even more when I began
pulling the dildo out of his arse and plunging it back
in again. The fact that Rob was ready to take the full
greasy dong in one rapid, full-length shove after
another up his shithole told me that he was warmed up
enough for my dick. I deep-throated Rob and
immediately yanked the dildo out. Rob had only
whimpered. I lifted his head, and still kneeling, took
hold of Rob's waist and began slowly lowering Rob's
eager shit-tube onto my engorged prick. Rob began
fisting his dick, but he was too hot to wait. With a
gasp of mixed pain and pleasure Rob impaled himself.

There was nothing gentle about the fuck after that.
Rob was a fucking animal, and I fucked his shithole
into hot, mushy ecstasy. Rob straddled me, squatted
over me, taken it doggie style and standing up in
front of the full-length mirror so he could enjoy the
sight of my fat schlong plunging in and out of his
hole, while he beat off frantically, but as usual, he
finished up with his legs over my shoulders, screaming
a wordless cry of lust as I pumped a load of cum into
his manpussy, and he began shooting himself, spraying
his chest and my with shiny white gobs of cum.

Rob the got the job and moved up here soon after.
Rebecca worked out her notice in the school she was
working in in London and got a job in the same school
as Emma. We met socially often but one night, when Rob
and Rebecca had been around for a few weeks, Emma
asked me something as we cuddled in bed after sex one
Sunday afternoon.

"When you and Rob were students . . . "

"Yeh?" I replied, hardly daring to wonder what her
question might be.

"Did you and Rob, you know . . . with Rebecca?"

"Did we what, baby?"

"Oh come on Tom, you know," she said, slapping my
chest playfully, "I mean did you share her, sexually?"

"And would you mind if we had?" I asked, my heart
beating ten to the dozen at the prospect of where this
conversation might be leading.

"Of course not," she chuckled, "I've imagined it a few
times."

"Really?"

"Yes, I mean she's really sexy isn't she?" she
whispered, "I imagined her naked and gorgeous, getting
fucked in her pussy and arse by two hot men like you
and Rob."

"You think Rob's fit then?"

"Oh God yess!" she yelped, with a little too much
enthusiasm. "He's gorgeous, really dreamy. Women must
be throwing their panties at him constantly."

"And let's say we had, um, 'shared' her," I suggested,
determined to turn Emma on with what was actually her
own idea, "If we had both fucked her, me and Rob --
one in her hairy pussy and the other up her arse; then
me buggering her while she sucked her own cunt cream
of Rob's dick . . . How would you feel?"

"Mmmmm," Emma sighed as I brought my hand around her
to pinch her hard left nipple and gently nibbled the
other with my teeth as I let my right hand drop to her
cunt to pleasure her there. Her nipples were hard and
her pussy was hot and slippery. "I'd feel jealous. I'd
want you both to do it to me."

"But wouldn't you like to see Rebecca taking our cocks
as well?" I teased, rubbing her clit and returning my
mouth to it's oral assault on Emma's swollen nips.

"Oh yes, that too . . ." Emma panted as her own
fingers now sloshed in her quim and I squeezed her
breasts and pinched her rigid nipples. "But I want it
first. I want you both to fuck and bugger me, just
like you did her." Emma's orgasm was so strong she
didn't notice that I had removed my hands from her
jugs and that I was already dialling Rob's mobile. Two
hours later Emma found herself lying on top of me, my
hard cock deep in her slippery fanny and Rob's huge
meat thrusting into her shitbox. The following weekend
we made it a foursome by including Rebecca, and the
fixture has continued every two or three weeks since.

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On Thursday evening Claire arrived back from the
hospital with a large "B & Q" carrier bag. Inside was
a large quantity of PVC sheeting.

"Don't want to make a mess tomorrow, do we?" she said
coquettishly, winking.

The dirty little bitch was actually planning for
things to get as filthy as I'd hoped.

"You've done shit-sex before, haven't you Claire?" I
asked, suspecting that she was no novice.

"Of course I have!" she replied, seeming almost hurt
that I might have thought that scat was not on her
considerable list of perversions. "It's Dave's fault
of course."

"Dave?"

"Yeh. You know I told you he loved to bugger me?" I
nodded, "Well one night he was giving me a good hard
bum-shafting and I could tell their was quite a lot of
shit up my arse because I could feel it and the room
reeked of poo. But Dave got really turned on, his dick
felt so big and hard, and he was telling me how his
dick was covered in my shit and how he could feel the
turd up my bum. Then suddenly he pulled his knob out
and told me to shit, so I did, right there on the bed
-- shat a big steaming log right in front of him, and
he came straight away, jizzing over my turds! Can you
imagine? Well, yeh, I suppose you can!"

"A man after my own heart."

"Indeed. And yes, that's another thing . . . " She
continued, "I've decided I'm going back to him. He
phoned me at work today and admitted that he was only
screwing Pippa to give me a taste of my own medicine.
So I'm going back there on Saturday, and I'm going to
try to be faithful to him this time." Claire's promise
of fidelity didn't sound particularly convincing,
though, given that at that precise moment we were
lounging on the sofa, Claire's bountiful naked breasts
in my hands and my stiff cock in her fist.

"But first there's tomorrow," she said, in a matter of
fact way. "It'll be my farewell to slut-hood so I want
that cock of yours in every hole in my body."

"I'll try," I promised, "Though how successful I'll be
in fucking your ears or your nose I can't tell."

"Silly!" she laughed, punching my arm. "You know what
I mean. I just want to have the filthiest sex of my
life. I want it all. I want you to fuck my mouth and
my boobs, my cunt and my arse. I want to drink your
piss. I want you to shit on me. I want to be your
slut." Oh, you will be, I thought. You are.

The following day, in the afternoon, we were ready for
our marathon sex session. Claire was "getting ready"
upstairs when Rob arrived, although in the excitement
of our previous evening's fuck I had let slip that he
would be joining us. I had spread plastic over the
carpet and furniture in the living room, put one of my
dirtiest pornos on the video player and pulled the
curtains closed. When Rob came through the front door
I was surprised to see that he had another man with
him, a very tall, very black youth.

"This is Joel, Tom. A medical student who should have
been sitting in on my clinic this afternoon so I
thought it only fair that he should come along." Rob
must have seen the doubt on my face. "Don't worry,
he's a complete pervert too. And he also has the
biggest, fattest cock that I have ever been buggered
by!" Joel smiled at this remark, evidently very
pleased with himself.

I showed them both into the lounge and their eyes lit
up as they saw the plastic sheeting covering
everything and noticed the video playing on the TV.
The film was of the "Straight to the A" genre, not
much "normal" sex, but plenty of disgusting
arse-stretching sodomy. Rob was already unbuttoning
his trousers and shirt so Joel and I did the same.
Joel got down to his white jockeys and I could clearly
see the outline of a pretty massive cock. Slipping
them over his taut buns and down his coal-black thighs
his cock was slowly and tantalisingly revealed. I
think I probably gawped, because it must have been
getting on for nine inches long and he wasn't even
hard.

The three of us sat on the sofa, jacking our
stiffening cocks as we watched the on-screen sodomy.
As we were watching, Claire entered the room,
completely naked. There was clearly a flash of
recognition between nurse Claire Stephenson and Dr Rob
Adams, but neither of them said anything. Claire's
eyes bulged in disbelief as she stared at Joel's
enormous fuck-rod, but I would have sworn that she
licked her lips too.

"Okay boys," she said, grinning, "Come and fuck the
shit out of me." We stood around her as she caressed
her naked body.

"Just look how wet my cunt is," she moaned, dipping a
finger into her ginger muff and spreading her pink
cunt-lips. She was playing with her hard nipples,
rolling them between finger and thumb, telling us how
hard they were and how much she loved men to be rough
with them.

"But this is what you all want isn't it, you dirty
fuckers?" she said, drawing her knees up to her chest,
exposing her little brown arsehole and teasing it with
an immaculately manicured finger. Her red tongue
licked her lips, and she arched her back. We wanted to
fuck every hole at once.

"Look at the little whore, Tom. Let's give her what
she want," said Rob, his voice trembling with lust.
Joel knelt between her legs and lowering his head
between her long pale legs, began to eat her sopping
quim.

Rob moved quickly too, squatting over her face and
holding his tight buns wide apart so that Claire could
tongue his shithole as he played with her large tits.
I felt rather out of it and I stood next to Rob,
unsure of where to begin. Suddenly I felt Rob's hand
grip my cock and take it into his mouth, He sucked me
expertly, taking my entire shaft down his throat as
Claire slurped on his raunchy arsehole. I looked down
to see Joel easing his huge cock into Claire's tight
wet pussy. The head, already oozing pre-cum, parted
her cuntlips, and he forced his rod into her hole. She
moaned softly and Rob got off her face, standing up to
get a better view.

"Fuck me, fuck me, oh please, yeah, fuck me harder!"
Joel forced his tongue into her mouth, drooling and
slobbering; she drank in his saliva thirstily, sucking
on his tongue as he licked her mouth. Her legs wrapped
around Joel's waist, and his smooth ebony arse-cheeks
rose and fell as he fucked her. He reared up, and
grabbed her tits in his hands, twisting them roughly,
spitting in her face.

"That's right, you dirty bastard, fuck the little
bitch. Fuck her good," encouraged Rob. I was amazed
and suddenly aware that I was an amateur at all this.
I liked my sex dirty, sometimes even rough, but
spitting in a girl's face was something that I
wouldn't have thought of, still less tried. But it
seemed to goad Claire on to harder and dirtier sex.
She leered at Joel and urged him to fuck her harder,
to "hurt her tits". She reached up and pulled Joel's
face down toward hers. Her tongue probed up towards
his, as he let a long thread of saliva ooze out of his
mouth into hers. His tongue twined around hers, as he
sucked on her mouth.

Rob planted his feet on either side of Claire's waist.
He put his hands on his hips, and looked down at her
face, glistening with Joel's saliva. His thick cock
hung down over his swollen hairy balls. How he had
managed to lose his erection in the midst of all this
was a mystery to me. She looked up his meat, dangling
below his flat belly.

"Open up bitch," he snarled, and let a stream of hot
sparkling piss gush from his dick into her waiting
mouth. She swallowed thirstily. He let the stream play
on her tits. The scalding liquid poured over her tits
and nipples. He turned around and let the stream of
piss spray on her bush, pissing on Joel's gigantic
black dick as it rammed in and out of her cunt.

"Yeah, lets have some lubrication down here", Joel
said. "This pussy's fuckin' tight." I decided at this
point that by far the best option was for me to sit
back and watch this perverted spectacle unfold in
front of me.

"Ready for the main course?" Rob asked, rhetorically.
He squatted over her face, spreading his arse-cheeks.
He grabbed her tits in his hands, and squeezed and
twisted them till she gasped, flicking her hard pink
nipples with his fingernails. His hairy hole was an
inch or two from Claire's open mouth. He could feel
her breath on his anus, as she panted with lust as
Joel's fat meat drove in and out of her tight little
cunt.

"Fuck me," she breathed, "Fuck me!" She could smell
Rob's hole. Sweat and shit, mingled with all the other
sex-smells of his hairy crotch. She stretched her
tongue out to taste Rob's shit-hole, reaching up to
spread his arse-cheeks wider apart.

"Give it to me, Rob," she yelled.

"Eat my shit, you dirty slut, eat it all." His hole
opened up, and a blunt, glistening turd poked from his
stretched hole. Claire flicked her tongue over it,
licking Rob's shit as Joel's massive prick slurped and
squelched in her pulpy cunt. Bending his knees so that
he was squatting over Claire's torso, Rob strained,
then sighed, and let a long rope of steaming shit
slide out of his arse, coiling over her huge breasts,
like Italian sausage.

"Filthy toilet whore" Joel grunted, as he shoved his
meat in and out of her hole. Rob looked down at the
pile of shit on Claire's chest. He jacked his huge
dick furiously, drops of pre-cum falling on her tits
and belly. Claire's eyes were half-closed and she
reached down to finger her clitoris while Joel's huge
prick kept reaming in and out of her cunt. Rob sat
back on her tits, squashing the mound of shit out
under his buttocks, coating his arse with shit. Then
he raised his butt and pulled on his dick, while
Claire massaged his turds into her baps.

"Fucking shiteating slut," Joel grunted, watching
Rob's heavy balls, coated with the shit he was using
as lubrication to jack his pole. He started to
accelerate his strokes, jolting the Claire's body as
he matched Joel's pace.

"Eat his shit, bitch!" he screamed as he shot a load
of cum up her cunt.

"Piss up her arse, Joel," Rob said. Slowly, Joel
pulled his slimy dick out of her cunt. He pulled
Claire's legs up into the air and roughly jerked them
wide apart. Her cunt gaped open, glistening with
Joel's scum. Her fingers spread her pussy open,
smearing the semen over the hot pink lips. Cum dripped
down, running over her tight pinky-brown arsehole.

Rob grabbed Claire's ankles and pulled them back so
her cunt was in front of his mouth. Joel stood up and
rubbed the head of his cock in the cum, and pressed it
against her shithole. Her fingers rubbed faster and
faster against her swollen clit, moaning under Rob's
shit laden arse. Rob shoved his tongue into Claire's
cunt, licking up Joel's cum, and grinding his
shit-hole onto her mouth. Joel forced his cock up her
arse-hole in several violent shoves. He could feel it
packing the turds tightly into her rectum. She jerked
in pain and pleasure, forcing Rob's tongue deeper into
her wet pussy. He chewed on her clitoris, Joel's
scumslime dripping down his chin, as she pushed her
tongue deeper into his shit-hole. Joel fucked her arse
for a few strokes, and then stopped.

"Yeah, take it all, I'm gonna fill you up." Claire
felt her Joel's hot urine filling her bowels. The hot
liquid bloated her belly. As he plunged his meaty dick
in and out of her arsehole, the scalding yellow liquid
oozed out and ran down the crack of her arse-cheeks.
She felt Rob's hot hard tongue probing her cunt, and
his teeth chewing on her swollen clitoris. She opened
her mouth to swallow the fat turd he was forcing out
of his arsehole. As she did so, she started to piss,
squirting the urine into Rob's mouth. He swallowed it
down, grunting with pleasure. The piss ran down her
body and over her tits, which she squeezed and mauled.
She was in a frenzy of lust: Joel's thick rod was
fucking her arse and filling her with his hot urine.
Rob was eating Joel's cum out of her cunt as she
pissed in his mouth, and she was sucking the shit from
his arse. She had become a total toilet slut.

She could feel her Joel's piss bloating her bowels.
Sharp cramps bit into her belly. Her rectum was filled
with her own shit, Joel's dick, and his hot piss. He
pulled out his dick, and fastened his lips on Claire's
anus. He forced his fat tongue into the tight hole.
She bore down, opening her hole as though she were
about to shit, and his tongue made its way into her
rectum. The piss juices ran out down his chin, and he
could feel the tip of her turd up inside her gut. His
nose and Rob's rubbed together in Claire's crotch, his
tongue drilling into her arse, and Rob's into her
cunt. Rob ground his meaty shit-covered arse into the
Claire's face. Her tongue probed his shitty hole,
which squeezed and sucked back. Both men were
furiously jacking their dripping penises. She could
hold it no longer.

Suddenly Joel's mouth filled with Claire's shit and
his own piss. The brown piss and lumps of shit ran
down her body. The two men locked mouths between her
legs. She could feel their stubbly chins rubbing on
her clit and arsehole. They swapped the piss and shit
back and forth, the stinking liquid drooling down
their chins. Joel returned to her arse-hole for
another mouthful of excrement, and urine, and spat it
at Rob, who opened his mouth to catch it and greedily
sucked it down. They laid her down, and Rob held her
legs apart. She spread her cunt-lips with her fingers,
as Joel squatted over her vagina. A huge brown turd
oozed slowly out of his hairy black arse-hole. Joel
guided it into Claire's gaping cunt. It stuck out like
an obscene brown dick. She gripped it and fucked
herself with it. She moaned as she shoved the greasy
turd in and out of her slimy pussy. Within seconds she
began to come, shaking violently as her orgasm seized
her filthy, abused body.

As the climax ebbed away, Claire got onto all fours
and thrust her dirty arse towards me, letting her
gritty, shit-smeared breasts hang beneath her.
Spreading her buttocks and clenching her anal ring she
let it be known that she was by no means finished with
us.

"I need more cock up my shitter," she groaned,
plunging a finger into her shit-cavern to soothe the
itch. I reckoned my turn had come, so I knelt behind
her wobbling buttocks and pressed my bell-end into the
core of her shit-caked arsehole. Claire wasn't in the
mood for games and thrusting her backside back onto my
steel-hard prick her hot shit-pipe sucked me all the
way in. I thrust into her again and again, filling her
soupy bowels with my rod and churning the rank brew of
piss, cum and turds that filled her guts.

Claire panted like a dog as I buggered her, her
shithole spasming and farting wetly around my cock,
her shitty teats slick and hot in my palms. As she
took it up her arse she sucked noisily on Joel's huge
black pole, licking her own shit from his meat. I
could feel my sap begin to rise and I knew that it
wouldn't be long before I added my own load to the
copious quantities of jism already filling her
intestine. I was squatting behind her know, riding her
shitbox like a jockey rides a mount, her fleshy
buttocks slapping against my groin with every thrust.
I felt Rob's hands grasp my buns, slowing my thrusts.
Soon after I felt the insistent pressure of his knob
against my arsehole, and little by little his thick
cock slid past my shit-ring into my rectum, lubricated
by his own shit. I moved between them, my prick buried
deep in Claire's beautiful backside as Rob thrust into
my shitter on the return stroke, packing my turds up
into my guts. With one final thrust and a load sheik
of pleasure I emptied my aching balls into Claire's
colon just as Rob pumped a load into my shit.

It was time for a good shower after all that. After
all, the day was only just beginning . . .