Date: Tue, 17 Jan 2017 13:26:56 -0500 From: Olivia Palmer <olivia.octavia.palmer@gmail.com> Subject: Geek Girlfriend 3 (tg, M, exhib, oral, anal, ws, scat) Geek Girlfriend 3 by Olivia Palmer (tg, M, exhib, oral, anal, ws, scat) --- _Please_Donate_To_Nifty_ This amazing site provides us all with incredible erotica! I've been an avid reader for many years, and I can't imagine the thought of it going away... If you care about the erotica of alternative, non-traditional, non-patriarchal sexuality, then please please please help keep Nifty going!!! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html --- This story is a work of fiction and does not purport to depict any real people, places, or situations. It is entirely fantasy and should be treated as such. This story describes explicit sexual acts between human beings of various ages, genders, and sexual persuasions. If this type of content offends you or if you are not of legal age to view adult content, then do not read it. Do not repost or redistribute without prior written permission of the author. One copy may be saved for private use, insofar as that use does not extend to personal or financial gain by use of the author's work without consent. Copyright 2017 by Olivia Palmer, all rights reserved. Please email the author with comments or questions (or story suggestions!): olivia.octavia.palmer@gmail.com --- Yesterday had been bizarre, grading papers in the nude, watching my new girlfriend serve beer and food to other naked people, all while she stank of my piss and spunk, her little cock bulging sweetly against her tight stretching jeans, her perfect little titties and their jutting, sharp nipples poking hard against the inside of her thin t-shirt. It was only through some miracle of beer-hazed magic that I managed to grade everything and finally set the papers back in my backpack, just in time for Macie's shift to end. As Allan counted out Macie's pay for the night, over at the bar, she went upstairs and retrieved my pants and boxer briefs from the laundry room, saw that I was properly dressed and ready to leave, and promptly stuck her tongue in my mouth. That led to Macie pulling me back into the break room. Back into the little bathroom. Back into her musky wet asshole. Afterward, she carefully folded her shirt and jeans and returned them to the locker, along with her Chuck Taylors. With her tight plum-colored tube top and skirt back on, she waved goodbye to Allan and Betty and Tammy the barmaid, and walked me to my Jeep. We kissed again, my back pressed against the closed door, her hand down the front of my jeans as my cock quickly sprang back to life. We didn't stop until a car full of frat boys rolled by, honking and shouting encouragement. Macie reluctantly pulled her hand out of my pants, licked her fingers and palm, and then skipped on her bare, dirty feet back to her scooter in front of Allan's. She followed me home. She parked in the grass next to the driveway, then took one step away from her scooter, peeled off her top and skirt, and tossed them to me as I climbed out of my Jeep. Her cocklet was stiffly pointing up at her belly, three inches of delicious hard meat. "Damn, Jackie," she whispered to me, stroking herself and grinning in that crooked sexy way of hers, "I haven't even had my little pill lately. Look what you do to me...." I dropped to my knees and took her, balls and all, into my mouth. Right there in my front yard. She held my head and fucked my face as I worked two fingers into her semen-dripping hole. Then I rose, picked her up, and carried her to the front porch, where I laid her down on the bare boards and fucked her. It was right at midnight, with the neighbors' dogs on either side barking wildly at us, mosquitoes buzzing all around, and the 25-watt bulb over my front door bathing us in a dim yellowed light that left no doubt, I was sure, that my sex life was all kinds of well and good. Just before I finished, Macie pushed me off, rolled onto her hands and knees, and begged me once again to piss deep inside her ass. How could I refuse? I came. I pissed. Macie groaned and stroked herself as I grunted my last few spurts of hot urine up into her full butt. Her watery seed splattered the boards just as I began to pull out, and this time she held my juice inside, barely spilling a drop. She slumped onto her belly, right on top of her own jism, and tried to catch her breath. "I'm gonna keep your little gift for a while," she panted, eyes closed, shooing a mosquito away from her cheek, "and let it mix around in there...." She opened one eye and grinned up at me. Her glasses were crooked on her face, one side up high in her hair. Her lips were wet and full, her cheeks flushed. She was damp all over with sweat and still having a hard time getting her breath back. I sat on my ass beside her hip, my pants still down around my ankles, my own breath coming in ragged gasps. "You wanna watch it come back out?" I nodded instantly. Duh. "Then pick me up, sexy man," Macie purred, "and take me to your bathtub." A few moments later, as we crossed the threshold, her small, wet, warm, naked body in my arms, her head on my naked shoulder, all of our clothes bundled in a wad in her arms, my Sperry's wobbling on top of the pile. She murmured into my chest, "And if you're lucky, I'll even let you lick me clean." We listened to her guts rumbling, all the way up the stairs to the master bathroom. Yeah. I got lucky all right. * * * Next morning, I heard Macie coming downstairs as I sat on a stool in my kitchen eating oatmeal. Just like a good little middle-aged pervert should. I was exhausted, bleary-eyed and wooly-headed, but my dick felt primed and ready in my pants. Extra-sensitive and needing hands, holes, whatever it could get. It was going to be a long day trying to teach – two three-hour seminars, in fact – if my cock couldn't settle down a little more first. I wondered if I'd get to fuck my sexy new girlfriend before leaving for campus. That was what I needed. That was all I could think about. Macie. Touching, kissing, fucking Macie. She entered the kitchen and took my breath away. Macie wore sexy red boy briefs, her little cocklet tucked away out of sight, her slim hips swaying as she padded toward me on her bare, long, pretty feet. She wore no top. Her puffy breasts poked out proudly, her pink stiff nipples leading the way. Her light brown hair was mussy from sleep and stuck out in a soft cloud all around her pretty face. Her chunky glasses didn't go with the rest of her look at all just then, but somehow that made her even sexier to me. "Dude." She yanked the spoon from my hand. Flung it into the sink. "Got time to fuck around?" I had turned on my stool to face her. She stood between my knees and put her hands on my chest. She leaned in, tilted her head. Her hair fell across her glasses and nose, but her mouth was opening, ready. Her lips parted, wet, wanting me. A little trickle of overnight drool had dried and crusted from the corner of her mouth down to her chin. I licked it, my tongue running up to her soft, warm lips. We kissed. Funny thing, what lust does to a man. All the blood ran out of my head. My brain emptied. My heart pumped, adrenaline thundered through me, my balls even began to swell and grow sensitive. And of course my cock began to fatten up. Throbbed to life. And I didn't worry one bit about teaching, about the long day ahead of me, not even about possibly being late for all of it. My brain was off. Everything else, though, was all kinds of on. "Yeah," I said, pulling back, savoring the taste of her tongue as it slowly withdrew from my mouth. "Fuck yeah." I was no poet. All I wanted was to get Macie out of those adorable panties and onto my cock. Macie pulled further away, resisting my hands that grasped at her small perfect titties. She took me by the wrists and leaned me up and off of my stool. She sank toward the tiled floor, drawing me down after her. I was soon on my knees, between her thighs, kissing her again. Then she rolled, hooked a leg around my ribs, and with some kind of quick, scissoring, crazy-strong move I was on the floor on my face, one arm pinned behind my back in her hard grip, the other stretched out along the floor and being yanked on by her other hand. In the next instant Macie's legs powered me over to complete the roll, until I was on my back, eyes wide open, shocked, impressed, and harder than ever. Then she was on me. She squatted hard on my crotch, grinding her small round ass against my rigid dick through my pants. Macie might have been small and skinny, but she was certainly strong! She took my jaw in her hand and held my face tight in her long fingers. "Wrestled in high school," she grinned, shrugging, leaning so close that her lips brushed my own. Her nose bumped my nose, her breath was in my mouth, her musky-sweet scent suddenly all over me. "Did you know," she went on, "we fucked four times yesterday? Like, officially. Dick-inside-me-fucked. Four. Fucking. Times." She gently pushed my face away from her own, until the back of my head rested on the hard cold floor. She tore open the front of my Oxford, sending buttons skittering everywhere across the tiles. Her mouth closed around my right nipple and sucked hard. Then bit even harder. I went rigid and yelped in surprise. She held my arms down lightly and did my left nipple next. I thought I might be bleeding. But my cock had turned to steel, and I was humping up hard against Macie's grinding ass. She leaned up and leered at me. No blood on her lips, but she sure grinned like there was! "So. Just a little bit more? Pretty please?" Hard to nod, lying like I was, but I did it. My hands were on her small soft breasts, my fingers sliding across her rigid nips. She sighed and rotated her ass even harder against my crotch. Macie leaned back down. She sucked and bit on my neck. Marked me. Her little cocklet was as hard as mine. She lowered her knees and changed the angle of her hips so she could hunch her crotch against me, so our cocks could press and slide against one another through the fabric holding them back. Her mouth went to my earlobe next, nibbling. Her tongue traced down to my throat, and she nipped at my adam's apple. Then she rolled off me and got to her knees. Unbuckled my pants, unzipped me, and tugged my boxer briefs down with my jeans. Macie took my stiff dick in her hand and licked the head. She looked at me and grinned, once again. "I think you've got a beautiful cock. It's fucking perfect. Anyone ever tell you that?" I could only groan as she leaned down and took me to the root, her tongue on my balls, her drool flowing over my crotch as she grunted and breathed hard through her nose, driving her face up and down on my dick. It was only about forty or fifty seconds and I was done. I came in her throat with a growl, holding her by the head and ramming myself as deep as I could into her face. She finally came off me and put her mouth over mine. I received her saliva and my semen with a moan as she continued to stroke my sensitive tool. Her lips closed over mine, her tongue swirling around my tongue, and we shared the flavor and slippery goodness until I eventually swallowed it all down. Macie slowly got to her feet and stood straddling my chest. I was still catching my breath. My bare chest still heaved from the catharsis of my sudden come. My mouth still savored my spunk and her saliva. My eyes could barely focus. I distantly heard her whisper down to me, "Dude, get ready. Here it comes...." Before I could really register what was going on, Macie had already pulled her panties aside and begun pissing. "Fuck!" I spluttered, my whole body jerking as the hot stream hit me in the neck. Macie chuckled and played the stream over my chest and up to my face, up my nose and across my closed eyes. Choking, fighting to breathe, I finally gave in and opened my mouth wide, letting her finish there, as I gulped and coughed and swallowed as much as I could. My hair was soaked in her smelly morning urine. My whole upper body was drenched in it. The puddle on the tiles was sure to be immense. She rained her reeking piss on me for what seemed like an eternity. Meanwhile, of course, I was hard again. When she finally finished, shaking her little dick off over me and stepping away, Macie paused a moment and slid her pee-slicked foot up and down over the length of my freshly-rigid cock. I bucked up against her soft, long toes and hoped to come again. But after a minute or two she stopped and stepped away, leaving me panting and wet. I stank of strong morning piss, couldn't even open my eyes from all the stinging, and my mouth needed a serious flush with something minty. "So, Jack," Macie chirped, padding back around the island to my glass of juice and my half-eaten bowl of oatmeal. I heard her get out a new spoon and start eating. "Wanna help me run an errand this afternoon?" I paused in the middle of wiping at my eyes and sat up, shivering as the pee dribbled down out of my hair and all over my torso. Then I shrugged and crawled across the tiles, digging for the mop in the utility closet. Looking back at the mess on the floor, at the dark yellow pools of urine slowly running into the grooves of grout and spreading farther and farther out across my slate-squared floor, I could only sigh. Worth it. "Who knows?" I lied. I knew I'd go anywhere, do whatever. Macie knew it too. As I stood up and took off my clothes, using them to dry myself to the point that I didn't drip anymore, she finished off my breakfast and took the bowl and spoon to the sink. I followed her and dropped my entire outfit on top of the dishes, then swung the spigot over to the empty side and soaked the sponge of the mop head. Macie leaned into me as I stood beside her, naked and still hard. Her arms slipped around my waist and her belly pressed against my hip. I could feel her stiff little dick poking at my upper thigh. She humped me slowly and kissed at the side of my chest, where my pectoral met my shoulder at the armpit. I lifted my arm and let her have access to my damp, piss-reeking pit hair. She nuzzled in, purring, kissing, sucking at me there. I rested my forearm across my head and closed my eyes. Who the fuck would ever have thought that would feel so good?! My dick pointed straight to the ceiling. As her fingers softly wrapped around it, I moaned, dropping the mop in a wet clatter to the floor. I gripped the edge of the sink with my free hand. Her other hand snuck fingers between my cheeks, working two up into the crack of my ass and pressing against my pee-slicked anus. I gasped as she entered me, slowly circling and pushing against my ring, opening me up and getting herself all the way to the last knuckles. I staggered my feet out wider and let her in as deep as she could go. She found a good angle and began to pump me. I lowered my head and groaned. I was no stranger to having my ass fingered, but I didn't realize how much I'd missed it until that moment. Had it been three years? More? God. Few things in life could feel better! Macie moved her mouth to my sore nipple, nibbling and sucking harder and harder, as her hand on my cock pumped me in time with her slowly pistoning fingers in my sensitive rectum. We both felt her hit against my turd at the same time. She moaned against my chest. I began to pant. Sweat suddenly popped out all over my back. My gland was under the pads of her fingers, and she pressed me more and more and more. My hard shit was on the other side of her fingers, sliding slowly, farther and farther down. Soon it would be at my ring and I wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore. Was that what she wanted? Last night I'd let Macie stand above me, in my bathtub, as she'd leaned forward, reached back, and spread the cheeks of her sweet little round ass. I'd put my face up close to her pink, leaky hole. I'd opened my mouth. My piss, my spunk, and a great hot soup of her well-fucked shit suddenly surged out all over me. I got a mouthful, swallowed, chewed, used my hands to rub it all over myself. Macie had turned around when she'd finally finished. She'd dropped onto me and rubbed our naked selves together, spreading the filthy slime she'd shit upon me. We kissed and humped our slippery dirty dicks together. Finally, Macie knelt over me and jammed her tiny dicklet into my mouth, grasping the back of my head by my gunked-up hair, and fucked my face until she came. I swallowed her thin seed, along with the pissy filth already all over her cock and balls, and then we kissed some more. After showering off, we fell asleep in my bed, her in those boy briefs, me in an old pair of boxers, spooning, exhausted, and still smelling a little funny. I'd needed another shower in the morning. Now, of course, I'd be needing another "another shower" that morning. And fuck, a whole lot of kitchen clean up, I guess! But she stopped. She didn't let me come. She took her mouth away from my nipple. She took her hand off my cock. She slowly, carefully, expertly took her fingers from my throbbing ass. I clamped down hard as soon as she was out, resisting the urge that fought to overwhelm me. Raising her hand between us, I could smell the earthy intensity of warm feces before I saw it. A scent that always seemed to snap open every restraint inside me. When that odor entered the sexual realm, for me, anything was possible. Everything was fuckable. Any act was doable. Shit combined with sex made me somewhat insane. Limits were shattered. Inhibitions were gone. Looking into Macie's wide, wet eyes, watching me shudder and inhale that awful, wonderful stink, there was no doubt she felt the same way. The backs of her two fingers were covered in a rind of my thick brown shit. I could only watch, mesmerized, as she held my gaze and gently slid the dirty digits into her mouth. She kept her lips closed around her fingers. I could see her tongue swirling. She began to move the fingers around, using her teeth and tongue to scraped them clean. She swallowed again and again. Watching me. Smiling at me. I managed to grin back. "You," I rasped, finding my voice somehow, "are a dirty girl." She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face down to hers. We kissed. I tasted my shit, slurped at the thick syrup of it still coating her tongue. I heard myself growl. Reaching down, I yanked her panties roughly to the side and picked her small body up, lifting her by the ass. She whooped and swung her legs up and around my waist, grabbing me tightly by the shoulders as I stepped back from the counter and settled her hole over my cock. My lust made me feel twice as strong. She might as well have weighed almost nothing at all. One by one, my hands released and regripped as she held on, so I could get her legs above my arms, the backs of her knees resting on my biceps. Then I lowered her onto my head. She was wet and hot and loose. Third try and I was in. Her little cocklet, free from the yanked-aside panties, was crammed hard between our bellies as we fucked. Macie leaned her head against my chest and looked down at it as I raised and lowered her brutally upon the full length of my hardness. I heard her cry out just as her ass clenched around me, just as I felt her erupt against my belly, her tiny dick throbbing with heat and spurting its watery joy inside the tight grip of our pressing, sliding skin. In less than a dozen more strokes I was coming too. Again. Massively. Second time in less than fifteen minutes, and my body didn't really know how to handle it. My knees almost buckled. My head went to red, I was hot to the tips of my ears and the roots of my hair. Sweat poured off me. I was dizzy, everything went light, then dark, then good again somehow. I staggered and we bumped back into the counter, just as I hit the last, huge, upward thrust of my come. Macie ended up tipping almost halfway into the sink, but she pulled hard on my shoulders and caught her balance just in time. My cock popped out of her and I heard wet splats down beneath us upon the tiles. I could smell it. Her shit. My spunk. What a fucking mess we'd made. I stepped back away from where Macie now perched, sitting lewdly at the front edge of my kitchen sink, her heels up on the counter to either side, her knees pulled wide apart, her come-slimed little penis slowly shrinking back to almost nothing atop her tiny, shiny balls. Her asshole gaped. I could plainly see her red insides – part of her rectum was still pushed out of her hole. In the middle of her prolapsed rose was one last thin brown snake, a turd that slowly slid out and fell free as I watched. It landed atop its messy, smelly brethren with a wet plop. Then, in a few more heartbeats, a few more ragged breaths, Macie's red slimy rose tucked itself back inside her wet brown ass. She reached down and wiped at herself with one hand, scraping clean as much of her poop as she could. Then the fingers went to her mouth. She licked and sucked. I watched and stroked myself, feeling the slippery shit on my cock, enjoying the sensation of its half-hard, nearly-numb pleasuring. Eventually Macie was finished. She stepped gingerly down from the counter and withdrew her shiny, saliva-coated fingers from her mouth. She wiped them across my chest and winked. Then she fixed her red boy briefs, tugging them in place, front and back. She turned and padded away, out of the kitchen, toward the back stairs to my bedroom and bath. She put a little extra wiggle into that perfect little round ass of hers, I was sure. Her narrow waist, flaring out slightly to those slender, soft hips, swayed deliciously out of sight. The deep seat of her panties was stained with her damp, raunchy aftermath, and one thin finger-swipe of brown traced down off the right edge of her ass. It was all I could do not to rush after her. Drag her to the floor. Lick that spot clean. And she knew it. "Yeah, Jackie," I heard her say as she climbed the steps, "I'm a dirty girl. Sho' nuff. Just the way you like it!" The water started in the bathroom. I retrieved the mop and began to clean up my smelly kitchen tiles. Then I heard her call back down, from the top of the steps, "I got class until two. When can we meet, dude? Seriously." Right. The errand. "I gotta run out to my sister's place this afternoon, and I want to take you with me." Of course I agreed. Even after all the sweat and nasty work it took to clean that damn kitchen floor. Even after watching her traipse back through the kitchen, fully dressed in her pretty skirt and blouse, her long bare feet in sandals skipping past me happily as she swung her backpack over one shoulder, flipped her ponytail, adjusted her chunky glasses, and headed out for her scooter, leaving me still naked, still crotch-blasted with drying shit and come, still covered in piss-stink and stale sweat, still cleaning up our mess. Of course. I would do anything that girl wanted. --- Hope you liked it! Please email the author with comments or questions (or story suggestions!): olivia.octavia.palmer@gmail.com Copyright 2017 by Olivia Palmer, all rights reserved. Do not repost or redistribute without prior written permission of the author. One copy may be saved for private use, insofar as that use does not extend to personal or financial gain by use of the author's work without consent.