A great night of passion

 

 

 

 

 

It was one of those hot summer nights where no matter what you do, you are drenched in sweat. She was wearing a short black skirt. No underwear and a Bikini top that was just barely covering her gorgeous perky tits. Her nipple got hard just at the sight of me walking up to her house, knowing that what is coming next is only things that most people only see in porns.

In preparation for the festivities of the evening, I already had my thre3tier cockring on knowing that it wouldn't be long before she was down on her knees sucking me as hard as hard as she could. She loved my cock without any of my rings on. But when wearing thre3tier cockring sets, she knows that I just keep getting bigger and bigger the harder she sucks.

We proceeded to the side of her family's house and started doing shots of Jamason and drinking beers. Within 20 minutes, we finished a six-pack and half of a bottle of Jamason. As she was finishing her last beer for the moment she spread her legs open, Showing her glorious already drenched cunt to the world for all its glory. Her clit was already swollen out of her hood waiting in anticipation for me. She wasted no time at all while exposed my already hard cock.

As she looked down, she smiled and said. "Is that for me? It looks yummy. How about I see how big I can get it." She started sucking my cock as hard as she could Like her Life depended upon it. Knowing the harder she sucked the bigger I got. While she was sucking she started rubbing her clit.

It was at that point that took my whip and slapped her hands, saying to her" Did I tell you that you are allowed to touch my cunt you little filthy slut." She started moaning on my cock as she choked herself trying to take it all in her mouth. It was at that point that I pulled her off my cock by the back of her hair and I said." No..."

I pulled her skirt up to above her waist and wrapped my arms around her. Holding her upside down I lifted her up and started to suck and tonguefuck her clit..She started moaning extremely loud.. "You need to be quieter, now suck you filthy whore.".. While I'm sucking and tonguefucking her clit. Her moans became louder and louder on my cock. It only took a grand total of 90 seconds before she squirts and it starts dripping down her body onto my cock. I threw her down to the ground and said. "Now look what you have done" I take my whip and tie it around her neck and force her to continue sucking my cock.

It's at this point that I go into my bag of goodies and take out our rabbit. As my cock is still swelling up in her mouth I place the rabbit on the ground. She sides it all the way inside of her as I put it on full blast it starts gyrating inside of her and flicking her clit as she moans on my cock and mumbles" Im squirting again." It's at that point that I pull her off my cock via whip. While choking her, I tell her. " Keep the rabbit inside your tight cunt and start riding my cock with your ass."

Without a moment of hesitation she turns around and takes all of me deep inside of her. I grab the rabbit from her hands as she grabs on to the top pole on her fence and slides furiously up and down on my huge cock. I start fucking her in sync with the rabbit as she yells."I have never been fucked like this before in my life.. Don't stop. Please don't stop, I just keep squirting over and over from your cock in my ass." Like a waterside her pussy kept squirting soaking both of us in her hot juices.

I force her to hold onto the rabbit and just sit with my cock in her ass as I reach for our strap-on. I tie the strap around the rabbit. Holding it in place inside of her. Then I told her. Grab onto the top of the fence and in doing so I lift her up and start fucking her ass hard and fast.She scream out

"OOOOOOOOOMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYGGGOOOODDDDDDDD.. Whatever you are doing dont stop please I love your hard cock pounding my ass".. As her pussy juices started gushing down my legs as she kept say" Fuck me harder, Fuck me harder, Yes Yes Yes." over and over until we were both drenched in sweat and pussy juices.

At this point 90 minutes has passed. I still didn't cum but needed a few moments to cool down and rehydrate. I Loosen the strap only for the rabbit to fly out of her along with a gushing sound which was all the extra juices still trapped behind the rabbit. While holding her up and with my cock still in her ass I walked us over to the hose. We are both over drenched in sweat and sex. She picks it up the hose and starts spaying it all over us while I still continue to fuck her ass at a slow pace. We then went to the chairs where we first started.

With my cock still in her ass she turns around and our bodies are inches away from one another. We then start kissing passionately as I tell her." I love you with all my heart.." Reaching for 2 beers out of the cooler she replies.. I love you to.. No man has ever compared to you." As I reached out to grab the other half of the Bottle and started pouring us shots I said." Well... Has any man ever did to you what we are currently doing.".. Her reply was." What are you kidding... You are the first and only man who ever fucked my ass.. And you cock is so big but It feel just so good in there.."

It was 20 minutes all together and the whole time my cock was still throbbing in her ass as she was still slowly sliding up and down on it. We finish A large gatorade.... TBC

Forced by the Stallions

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Follow Her Lead Pt. 01

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anna and Tracey took a last sip of wine as they waited for the waiter to bring back Tracey's credit card.

"Thanks, Tracey," Anna said. "This was great. The food was delicious, everything was perfect."

"It's your birthday, isn't it," Tracey replied. "It's the least I can do for my favorite person in the world." The waiter returned and left again, and Tracey said, "Let's go, so I can give you the rest of your present when we get home."

Anna smiled and said, more to herself than to her lover, "Ooh, goody; I can hardly wait." She had a pretty good idea what that present might be; in fact, they had often exchanged the same gift with each other before on special occasions.

But as soon as they got in the car, Tracey, becoming a bit agitated, said, "Nope, that's not going to work. Sorry, I can't wait until we get home. Take my panties off." She arched her body up on the seatback, lifting her rear off the seat.

"What?" said Anna glancing at her, giggling slightly.

"You heard me, take my panties off. Hurry up!"

"What in the world are you up to," Anna muttered as she reached under Tracey's dress, which she had already pulled up to her hips almost, and pulled her panties down her legs and over her high heels. They were silky and white and lacy, and when she got them off, they were rolled up in a tangle.

"Smell them," Tracey told her. Anna held them to her nose and smelled. "Do they smell dirty?" Tracey asked.

"A little," she giggled. "Are you trying to entice me? I love your smell, especially when you might be a little dirty down there. You know I do."

"Yes, I do know that. Smell some more and then look inside." She started the car and drove off.

Anna smelled them again; parts smelled laundry-detergent fresh, other parts slightly musky as you would expect after wearing them all day. But she also noticed the aroma of Tracey's pee and a little bit of her soiled ass. She untangled them and looked inside. She could see a slight yellow stain in the lower front and a dark brown smudge in the lower back.

"The trouble I go through to give you a decent birthday present, I don't know," Tracey said, beaming. "I peed in them a bit this afternoon at work and took them off until they dried, then put them on again."

"Oh, wow," Anna said, putting them to her nose once more, smelling deeply. "Lovely! What about the shit stain?"

"No, I made that in the ladies' room at the restaurant, and that was no easy task, I can tell you. Do you know how hard it is to shit a tiny bit and hold the rest inside? Especially when it's demanding to all come out? Just for you!"

"Fuck, Tracey, you really do love me! That's so sweet! Look, love, let me show you how much I appreciate it." And she took the panties, turning them inside out, and put them to her mouth, licking the pee stain, but especially the shit smudge, slowly and with exaggerated relish. "Mmmm, you're delicious. And you have more for me?"

"That was the idea, but you're not going to get all greedy on me now, are you?"

"For your shit, you bet I am! You know how much I crave it! I want all of it!"

Tracey was silent, as if contemplating something. Then, sounding perturbed, she said, "Hmmm, that is being overindulgent, even if it is your birthday. I don't know, Anna. I don't think I can allow this. Punishment is in order, I'm afraid. No more gifts, for one thing." Anna sensed the atmosphere in the car changing drastically, becoming dark and ominous. She knew that Tracey would expect her to react accordingly.

"Yes, Mistress," Anna responded meekly. "I shouldn't act so selfish. I'm sorry."

"Ah, that's good to hear, Anna., much better. Keep licking those panties until we get home." The rest of the short ride home was made in silence, except for the occasional sound Anna made in her throat indicating the pleasure she was getting from licking the panties.

After parking the car, Tracey told Anna to put the panties in her mouth and keep them there while they walked from the parking lot to their apartment. The thought of being seen by someone with the panties half in and half out of her mouth was titillating and anxiety-inducing for both of them. Suppose a neighbor saw Anna sucking on the panties? How would she be able to face them again? But the thrill produced by the mere thought of getting caught, of being so naughty out where anyone might see, was what made it so enthralling. It was dark now and nobody was about, but the thrill of it remained. They went into the living room, and Tracey told Anna to take the panties out of her mouth and to get her some wine. She then sat on their black leather couch.

"Yes, Mistress." Anna said and went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine from one of the cupboards.

Then she heard Tracey calling her. "Seeing it's your birthday and you licked my panties so appreciatively, you may have some wine, too."

"Thank you, Mistress. That's very kind of you."

She brought the glasses of wine to the living room and gave one to Tracey.

"Put your glass on the coffee table, Anna, and sit on the floor by my feet. They are absolutely killing me right now. I wonder if it's my new heels? I was going to kick them off when we first got in, but I wanted you to see them up close. Do you like them?" They were red leather pumps with five-inch heels.

Anna picked up Tracey's right foot and held it gently. "Yes, Mistress, they're beautiful. Very sexy looking."

"Sexy? How do you mean?"

"Well, just the way they look on your lovely feet, especially the five-inch heels. And the red color, of course."

Silently, Tracey raised her foot until it was at Anna's lips. She knew what she wanted her to do with her shoe, and Anna kissed the pointy toe of the pumps and then licked all around the leather that covered her toes. She stroked the red leather with her tongue making it glisten with her saliva before wiping it dry with her cheek. She tilted the shoe up and licked the sole, which was only slightly scuffed, this being the first time she wore them. They tasted a tad dirty, gritty as if from a sidewalk and somewhat mud-stained from a small grass section they had to walk across near the curb. She ran her tongue along the mud stain, not exactly savoring it, but not repulsed, either. Then she moved her mouth back to the spiked heel and began to lick and suck it like a cock. She could feel the heel go to the edge of her throat. She moved her mouth in and out on the heel, soaking it, sucking it hard.

"Mmmm, that looks gorgeous," Tracey told Anna. "I wonder how many men would love to have their cocks sucked as well as that!"

"Thank you, Mistress. I love your shoes."

"Now my feet, Anna, caress my feet." She removed the shoes and with her fingers she caressed Tracey's sole and the ball of her foot and then her toes, each one. Then she did the other foot.

"Suck them."

"Yes, Mistress. I'd love to." She put a foot in her mouth, all five toes, as far in as she could, licking them with her tongue. They tasted slightly pungent, but not the least bit offensive to Anna, and smelled faintly sweaty, though not much. Then she did each toe individually, sucking each one and licking all around it. Tracey rested her head back on the couch, moaning softly.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so wonderful. So wet and sensual." Next Anna tongued the sole, biting it gently between licks, and up onto the instep and down again to the heel. She spent about five minutes on each foot, bathing them with her tongue and saliva, interrupting her actions only to take an occasional sip of wine. Once she dribbled out a small mouthful of wine on Tracey's instep and toes and then quickly licked them clean before the red liquid rolled off onto the floor. Anna saw Tracey reach for her pussy through her dress when she did this, touching herself briefly.

"Your mouth and your tongue are so soothing and enticing at the same time," Tracey told her. "Lick my leg now up to my pussy. Slowly."

"Would you like me to take your dress off first?" Anna asked.

"That would be nice." She raised her arms in the air so Anna could remove it.

"Your bra, Mistress?"

"Would you like me to take it off, Anna?"

"Your breasts are beautiful, Mistress. I always love looking at them, even touching them...."

"No, enough, stop talking. You sometimes say too much, Anna, and I don't like it. That is so presumptuous of you, telling me about touching my breasts. I don't want to hear anymore. I will just leave my bra on."

"I'm sorry, Mistress." She rearranged herself on her knees and choosing Tracey's left leg first, licked her ankle and then her calf. She worked her way slowly up her perfectly shaped bare leg, going back to front, over her knee and onto her thigh. Tracey opened her legs wider the higher she went, until she was sitting on her coccyx, her pussy fully exposed. Anna could smell her urine just barely on her well-trimmed bush and on her labia, and couldn't wait to taste it. Finally, her tongue was licking her pussy, all around the opening, tasting her acrid pee, her juices that were beginning to leak out of her.

"Do you like tasting my pee, Anna?" Tracey asked.

"Yes, Mistress, it's delicious." She was going to say more, but didn't want to displease her with too much talk like before.

"Take your top off," Tracey ordered. Anna was wearing a coral-colored blouse and a black skirt. Tracey took the top from her and dropped it on the floor in front of her.

"Come taste some more of my pee then," Tracey said, and a stream of liquid shot out of her and into Anna's mouth and face. She gulped quickly, trying to keep up with the flow. Some of it landed on the leather couch, which could easily be wiped clean later, and Anna's blouse absorbed the rest of the spillage onto the floor. Tracey grabbed Anna's hair and pushed her head down so her piss landed in her hair, soaking it. When she was done peeing, she scooched down even farther, pulling her legs back, revealing her asshole to Anna. She stared at it, then at Tracey.

"Is my asshole all dirty? I can't remember if I wiped it at the restaurant. Probably not."

Anna looked at her asshole again but said nothing.

"I asked if it was dirty, Anna. Answer me."

"Yes, Mistress, it is."

A lengthy silence ensued before Tracey said, "Well? What are you going to do about that?"

Anna remained silent, though inside her head she was screaming with the wish to bury her face in Tracey's filthy ass and devour her.

"Anna?"

Finally, Anna stammered timidly, "Shall I..."

"Shall you what, Anna? Speak up, I can hardly hear you."

"Shall I lick it clean for you?"

"Would you like doing that?"

Anna paused and then murmured, "If you want me to, Mistress."

"Of course, I want you to, Anna. I love seeing you clean my dirty asshole with your tongue; it makes me so hot."

Yes, yes, yes, Anna bellowed to herself inside her head and aimed her tongue directly for Tracey's asshole and licked all around the sphincter before plunging through it. Her tongue was bathed in her shit which tasted earthy and bitter but delicious and captivating as well. Tracey grabbed her by the hair after a while and raised her head up; Anna's lips and the lower half of her face were covered in brown shit. She suddenly raised her bottom off the couch using her arms mostly and asked, "Did any of my shit get on the couch?"

"Yes, Mistress, a little."

"Lick it off the couch and then lick my asshole some more." She did as she was told with a secret joy bursting inside of her. There were few things that gave her more pleasure than eating Tracey's ass, tonguing her dirty hole, tasting her shit.

"Your tongue is so delightful licking all around and up into my ass," stated Tracey, "but it's really made me want to shit now. I can feel it inside me, Anna, getting ready to slide right out of my asshole. It's getting harder to hold it all back." She paused, staring into Anna's eyes. "Would you like me to shit in your mouth now?"

Anna's voice raged inside her brain, Please, please, yes, shit in my mouth, give me all you have... but she said nothing.

"Your silence is getting awfully annoying, Anna," Tracey berated her. "I expect an answer when I ask you something. I see I'm going to have to get the whip."

"No, Mistress. I'm sorry. Yes, shit in my mouth if that pleases you."

Tracey let that response go unanswered for a while, and then said, "Lick my asshole again, deeper this time, and I will think about it." Anna buried her face into her ass once again. Most of the shit was gone now, so she concentrated on thrusting her tongue as deeply as she could in Tracey's asshole. She was hoping whatever was inside would come gushing out displacing her tongue and filling her mouth.

Suddenly Tracey announced, "No, Anna, not yet. You can't have my shit yet. Come in the bedroom with me and take your skirt off."

They both got up and Tracey led them into the bedroom. It wasn't the bedroom they slept in, but an extra room, what might have been a second bedroom or office. There were just a couple of pieces of furniture in this room, and near the center was what looked like a trapeze hanging from a chain in the ceiling. Fastened to the bar of this trapeze were padded handcuffs. After Anna took her skirt and panties off, Tracey attached her wrists to the handcuffs and adjusted the length of the chain so that her tippy toes just barely touched the floor, putting almost all her weight on her arms. Anna hung there straining with her toes to hold herself up. After several minutes of watching her, Tracey left the room.

About ten minutes later, she returned, naked and obviously flushed, carrying a cat-o-nine tails. Anna was really struggling now, her arms starting to ache. She was beginning to sweat from the exertion.

"How are you, Anna?" asked Tracey. "Is everything all right?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Tracey walked over to a small armchair and sat down. "I feel so wonderful myself right now, too. Do you know why, Anna?"

"No, Mistress."

"Because I just masturbated and made myself come. Look at me, Anna, I want to show you how I did that."

Anna turned her head in the other direction, refusing to look at her.

"I said look at me, Anna. Do I have to hit you with the whip?"

"No, Mistress." Anna moved her arms, turning the trapeze in a half-circle, until she was facing Tracey in the chair.

Tracey pulled her legs up onto the arms of the chair giving Anna a wide-open view of her pussy and asshole. Anna gazed at them longingly, her desire to devour her lover's well-trimmed, slightly curly pussy and lovely asshole overwhelming her. "First I took my fingers of this hand, licked them like this" (she put her fingers in her mouth and sucked them hard), "then put them in my asshole like this." She inserted her middle two fingers into her ass to the hilt. Her rectum was very accommodating, and her fingers slipped in easily. She fucked her ass with them, moving them in and out as she breathed harder. She did this for a few minutes before proceeding with her narrative.

"Then I took my middle finger of my other hand and touched my clit with it" (her middle finger entered her pussy and she moved it near the edge in a circle). "It felt so good, Anna; can you see how that would feel so wonderful and make me come?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She remained sitting like that on the chair for another few minutes, working her fingers in and out of her holes, moaning occasionally and breathing hard, staring at Anna between closing her eyes and sighing in ecstasy. Anna stared back at her, wishing she could substitute her own fingers for Tracey's, while struggling mightily to stand on her tippy toes. Then Tracey closed her eyes and gave a scrumptious sigh, her legs shaking, her breath coming in spurts. She removed her fingers and caressed her breasts, continuing to sigh. "Just like that, Anna, though that time was even better. Mmmm." Then, looking at Anna, she suddenly laughed slightly and uttered. "Poor Anna."

She stood up and walked over to Anna and put her fingers of both hands to her lips. "Taste," Tracey ordered her, and Anna greedily opened her mouth to suck the fingers. "This is my pussy," she said and put that finger in her mouth. Anna sucked it deliciously, taking all of it in her mouth to the knuckle.

"Now my ass," Tracey said, putting the middle two fingers of her other hand into her mouth. "You love these best, don't you, Anna; you're chin and cheeks are still coated with my shit from before. This is only a tiny taste, I'm afraid, and not nearly as much as you would like."

"Yes, Mistress. I wish it were more," she said, not caring if she thought that too forward. She ran her tongue all over and around her fingers, trying to taste every inch of them.

"You are so greedy tonight, Anna. You are like a spoiled child, so unlike you."

Anna made no reply, but continued to suck her fingers. Finally, Tracey pulled them from her mouth and stepped away. She then wiped her sopping fingers on Anna's nipples, causing her to moan. They stared into each other's eyes.

"You would love me to kiss your breasts now, wouldn't you, Anna, to lick those nipples and taste your dirty slimy spit." Anna literally bit her tongue so as not to speak, to not acknowledge that desire that had her loins feel on fire, and closed her eyes. To her great surprise the next thing she felt was Tracey's nipples rubbing against her own, her breath on her face. She opened her eyes and looked into Tracey's, just inches away. Neither woman could conceal the pleasure this was causing. Kiss me, kiss me, Anna pleaded with her eyes. But instead Tracey took a step back and clucked, "Poor, poor Anna."

Anna was struggling hard now trying to stay on her tippy toes. Tracey watched her struggle, expressionless and unmoved, and then looked down at Anna's toes again and said, chuckling, "I remember you trimmed your toenails last night, maybe you shouldn't have, they might reach the floor better." And then after a short pause, continued speaking with a steely voice, "Oh, but then I would just raise the chain higher, wouldn't I?"

Anna didn't respond to that comment, except with additional grunts from straining so hard.

"Your toes are very pretty, Anna, I must say. I really like that color on you. Just the right shade of red." Anna thought of the color she had painted her toenails with; it was her favorite color. But other concerns were beginning to make themselves known.

"Thank you. But Mistress, I'm sorry, I really have to pee."

"What?" cried Tracey. "Pee?" Then she hit her with the whip across her bottom and then her breasts. Not hard, not to make a mark or cause pain; just hard enough to surprise her and spark both their imaginations. Anna twisted around on the trapeze, dancing on her tippy toes.

"Please, Mistress, I really must pee. I can't hold it much longer."

"You are such a nuisance, Anna, and only because it's your birthday do I not get very upset with you." But she wasn't about to unbind her and allow her to use the toilet. She went to a closet and pulled a clear tarpaulin off a shelf, unfolded it, and placed it on the floor under the trapeze. Then she retrieved a large wide-mouthed cylindrical plastic container from the same shelf, brought it over to Anna, and placed it on the tarp beneath her. "I will lower the chains a bit so you can squat over the container and not make a mess. But be quick about it and sure of your aim or you will feel the whip again."

Tracey lowered the chain and Anna felt immediate relief as her feet touched the floor. She stopped lowering it when Anna was just a few feet above it, and almost immediately she began peeing, the yellow fluid streaming into the container. It was an exquisite relief to be peeing, to feel her bladder slowly drain of fluid, and as the pressure eased she began to contemplate mischievous deeds. What could she do to provoke Tracey's ire and how might Tracey respond? Would she get physical with her beyond the whipping? Instead of the whip might she use her body to lash her with, her hands and fingers and feet to discipline and punish her

 

When the container was about a third full, she moved her foot to it and kicked it over on purpose, spilling her pee on the tarp. She stood up but kept peeing, her flow streaming down her legs now and onto Tracey's legs and feet as well. Tracey yelled at her, calling her a "piss slut," and, grabbing the cat-o-nine tails, whipped her across her ass again, which only seemed to make her pee harder. Tracey moved next to her and put her hand in Anna's stream, splashing it up onto her body, drenching her. She took her hand and wiped it across Anna's face and dribbled the piss from it into her mouth.

When she finished pissing, Anna suddenly displayed a frightened and astonished look on her face and was about to cry out a warning, an apology for what was about to happen, but instead pleaded in a low defiant voice, "Mistress, look at me. Please! Oh, my God, Tracey!" And almost before the words were out of her mouth she began shitting onto the tarpaulin, a long fat turd followed by two smaller ones that splashed into the piss. As soon as she saw this Tracey removed her wrists from the handcuffs, telling her how awful and disgusting she was, and would be punished for her actions. Seizing her arm, she forced her to collapse onto the floor right into the mess she had made. She fell down with her and took a handful of shit and smeared it all over Anna's body, smearing it on her tits and torso and up to her face. Anna fought back, grabbing part of the long log on the floor, smashing and rubbing it on Tracey's tits and face. A large piece of the log remained in her hand which she began to spread on her own pussy, her filthy fingers making her feel so hot and perverse.

"You said before I should shit in your mouth if I wanted," Tracey hissed, "well, that's exactly what I'm going to do right now, bitch!" She got Anna onto her back and maneuvered herself so her ass was over her face. "Open your mouth!" she yelled. Anna saw the turd peek out of Tracey's ass and slowly at first, and then much more quickly, flow out and into her mouth. Yes, yes she bellowed inside her head, give me all your shit, every scrap of it right in my mouth, you lovely nasty cunt, you. Her hand with the log in it continued to caress her pussy hard, and the second Tracey's turd touched her tongue, she climaxed, her soiled fingers rubbing her clit.

Tracey turned around, and seeing her shit piled up in Anna's mouth and aware that she'd climaxed, gave a shout of delight and beamed, "Oh, my God, Yes! Look at you, birthday girl! Un-fucking-believable! I hope you liked that as much as I did, baby, because birthdays don't get any fucking better! See all this shit?" and she removed the pile of turds from Anna's mouth and held them in her hand in front of her face, "that's what I was afraid I wouldn't be able to hold back at the restaurant. Then we would have had none of this to enjoy!"

Anna gleamed at Tracey. "You're fucking amazing, and I'm so glad you were able to! Get down here, you crazy cunt!" And she pulled Tracey on top of her, took the shit she was holding, and spread it all over Tracey's tits and onto her neck. They held one another, fake fighting and laughing and kissing, smearing their shit all over each other, loving the sensation, the awesomeness of it all. Finally, they just collapsed in one giant hug and rolled around in the mess they had created.

"Happy birthday, baby!" Tracey said to her lover, once their cavorting had begun to ebb.

Anna hugged her again, entwining her body with her legs. "Thanks, love. It was the best birthday ever! Ooh, I don't want this to end yet. Kiss me, let me hold you, fuck your pussy and ass with my tongue, make you come over and over. I want you so much!" And they made love long into the night.

Concert Washout - a Story

 

 

 

 

 

 Note: This story contains Female Desperation, and Accidental & Deliberate Wetting. A recent forum post asked about early experiences so perhaps I should tell about mine. I never had any problems when I was younger; as far as I can remember I never wet my knickers or my bed until my late teens, although I can recall several incidents involving friends. In most cases they wet themselves laughing, probably the main cause of accidents for teenage girls. In my case I was a poised and confident student of 19 when I first experienced the thrill and embarassment of weeing myself, though as two of my friends also soaked their pants at the same time we had a good laugh about it. The three of us had gone to an open air pop concert in the country on a gloriously hot summer day. Of course, there were the usual chemical toilets, which we risked using during the morning but which were increasingly foul later in the day. Anway, we found ourselves a pleasant place on the hillside with a good view of the stage but away from the main crush. We danced a lot and drank large bottles of Pepsi or water as we rested, sprawled out on the grass. By mid–afternoon we all needed to wee but as girls do, kept putting it off. As we sat down to rest after a particularly wild dance I noticed Carrie holding herself between her legs as we lay panting for breath on the grass. She saw me looking, announcing to us all that she had almost peed her knickers during the last dance and was so desperate she wasn’t sure she could reach the loo even if there wasn’t a queue. There was, as we could see from where we sat. We would also have to pick up all our gear and push through a crowd to get there.Rosie admitted that she too badly needed to wee as did I, suddenly becoming nervous about what might happen if I didn’t go off to the toilets very soon. I belatedly realised that I was in some danger of a rather embarassing accident, but then grown women didn’t wet themselves, did they? Apparently they did, and sometimes deliberately as well. Carrie looked at the queues then looked at us, saying, “I’ll never make it through that lot. I’ll pee myself before I’m halfway there anyway so I’m just going to sit here and do it in my knickers – its warm and they’ll soon dry! I looked at Rosie who was picking up her things ready to head for the toilets. We both looked at Carrie who had pulled her skirt back and was sitting with her knees up and legs slightly apart. We could clearly see her blue knickers which suddenly darkened as she just sat there and wet them, a stream of wee running down the slope in front of her. We were speechless but the sight of Carrie just letting go made us both more aware of our own need. “God, that feels better,“she announced. “ Well come on, surely you two have wet your knickers before – it’s easier than the trek to those smelly old porta–loos. “I have not,“I growled, “I haven’t wet myself as far back as I can remember and I don’t intend to do it now,“though with an increasing suspicion that I was in a situation where it might just happen. Rosie just grinned and said it wouldn’t be her first accident and at least this time she was wearing a skirt. Apparently she had wet herself some weeks earlier when walking home rather drunk from a friends party. The need to pee had just crept up on her and before she realised what was happening she had soaked her pants and jeans, much to the amusement of her mother who had been waiting up for her.We sat there giggling like kids at the story. Even Rosie was laughing about it till she stopped suddenly and clasped herself between her legs. “Don’t make me laugh anymore or I’ll wet myself again.” she spluttered. To which Carrie responded that if it was that bad it would be running down her legs long before she reached a toilet, reminding her of the long queues. Rosie looked across to the nearest lines and then looked back at Carrie. “You’re right” she grinned with a resigned sigh, “If I’m going to wet my pants I might as well do it here as there. At least it will only be you two who know about it, and Carrie’s pants are wet anyway!” With that she sat down on the slope, skirt pulled clear as Carrie had done, legs drawn up and apart with her knickers clearly visible. She sat there for a while, staring across to the stage. “I can’t do it,” she moaned, “I’m bursting but I can’t let go.” Carrie looked at her. “That happens to me sometimes. Just relax and think about sitting on the loo, then just let it flow.” I began to wonder at that point just how often Carrie wet herself rather than use a toilet.Rosie sat there, eyes closed. Then she stiffened and I watched fascinated as a jet of pee spurted through her pants. She relaxed a moment and then the flood came. A torrent soaked her pink cotton knickers and trickled down the slope away from her before soaking into the ground. She seemed to wee for ages and I watched, intrigued by the sight of my friend sitting there wetting her knickers. “Oh God that feels better,” murmered Rosie, “What a relief. Oh its hot and it tickles. Its running up my bum!” The flow died away and she pulled some tissues from her bag and mopped her thighs. “You’re right, “ she said, “I would never have hung on till I reached the loo. That’s so much better, even if I have got a wet bum.“They both looked at me. Despite the pain in my bladder I backed off doing what the others had done – I was just too embarrassed. Before we could talk any longer a new group began to play. My bursting bladder had me dancing anyway so I jumped up, hoping the movement would help me hold it. Well it did for a while. As the music died away I suddenly felt a warm spreading wetness between my legs. Instinctively I tried to stem the leak but to no avail. The trickle down my thighs turned into a flood. All I could do was stand there looking foolish, wetting my knickers like a silly child. In my surprise at what was happening I cried out, “Oh, Oh, Oh! I’ve wet myself. I’m weeing in my knickers. Oooh! Its running down my legs!” I seemed to wee for ages, standing there legs spread, staring in embarrassed surprise at the growing puddle around my feet and the wet streaks down my legs. A warm damp feeling tickled my bottom as the wetness spread through my cotton pants.“Well, if you want everybody to know what you’ve done that’s the way to do it,” laughed Carrie, stopping to put her arm around me as I started to cry. “Don’t worry,” she said, “Its happened to all of us but it’s much better to quietly wet your pants before you lose control. That way no–one need know you’ve had a little acccident.” Embarrassed as I was I had to admit that I been rather silly. After drying my legs with tissues and a spare tee–shirt I began to feel better. I didn’t even find the feel of my wet knickers uncomfortable, in fact as I danced the feeling of the wet material rubbing my clit made me feel quite randy, though at the time I thought it was more to do with the music!An hour or so later we needed to wee again and as we were all still damp simply sat on the grass and wet our pants again. This time I found the feelings of naughtiness at doing something so forbidden quite exciting and paid more attention to the exquisite feeling of hot pee washing over my crotch. I began to appreciate why Carrie seemed to find pleasure in wetting herself. It was late when we left and before walking the couple of miles home wet ourselves again. I enjoyed that walk.My parents were away so I had the house to myself for the weekend. I needed to wee again by the time I reached home, but instead of using the loo thought “so what, I haven’t used a loo most of the day.” Standing in the back garden I just let go again, loving the feeling as the hot wee filled by knickers and ran down my legs. As the flow died away I rubbed myself to a wonderful orgasm. As a new source of pleasure this was exquisite.Since then I often wet my knickers when the opportunities for such private pleasures present themselves. I have managed to avoid public accidents, though there have been times when I have wet myself on a country walk or on a beach. I’ve only wet the bed once and don’t think I could hide this from Mum if it happened too often (I do my own washing so she has never come across wet underwear). It happened one morning when I again had the house to myself. I woke up desperate but was too lazy to get up and go to the loo, so lay there, rubbing myself to help me hold it. Then I came, and promply lost control and wet my pants as I lay there. No–one knew about this accident except me, but one day Mum is going to notice the large stain on my matress. I think I will tell her I was drunk and had an accident when I didn’t wake up in time.
By: Poseidon

The Only Effective Cure

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tess always loved playing games and taking on roles. Even as a kid she realized the power and freedom that came from pretending. As she got older, of course, this filtered into many aspects of her personality. Sexually speaking, she found that her propensity for play challenged many lovers, confounded and confused more than a few.

Tess had certainly found her way into not a few unusual situations. With several boyfriends, she liked to introduce her desire for role playing with a simple pick-up scenario. They would agree on a bar, but nothing else. She loved watching them scan the room, think they could see her for a moment, then be disappointed. The look on their faces when they did finally see her was a delicious pay-off. She pretended not to notice them until after the first drink arrived. She flirted shamelessly with others, quite successfully she recalled, until they had to come stake their claims. The evenings ended variously: a quickie in the car before leaving the parking lot, a handjob right at the bar that left one man's pants soaked, blowjobs in the ladies' room if the club had the right vibe.

And even though all the physical dalliances were satisfying, she longed for a man who would suggest it first.

She had met Kevin on one of these little excursions. The boyfriend of the moment had not spotted her yet and Kevin had. He sent her a gin and tonic and she accepted. As soon as Tess smiled in his direction, he sidled up for the conversation. She had found that men liked being let in on her plans for the evening.

"I'm waiting for someone, but thanks for the drink. I'm Tess." She extended her hand to him.

"Kevin. You're welcome." He took her hand, holding it and her eyes a little longer than etiquette allowed. "Anybody special you're waiting for?"

"Why would I be waiting for anyone who wasn't special?"

"Good answer." He smiled genuinely and raised his beer in her honor before swigging a bit down.

"Thanks. Actually, I have a little pick up scheduled. See that man over there, to the right of the stage, but up on the second level?"

"Uh huh," he assented.

"He might get lucky tonight. That is, if he finally notices me down here." She took a long sip of the drink, allowing her eyes to just peak out from under her lashes and bangs so she could gauge his reaction. Kevin continued to grin at her and shook his head in disbelief.

"Just one you picked out of the crowd?"

"No, babe. We're seeing one another, but tonight's kind of a test."

"Well," he scribbled something on the back of a beer coaster, "here's my number and my e-mail. If he's had you once, he's already lucky and if he can't see you in this place, he must be blind. Nice talking to you."

And before Tess could say anything, Kevin had disappeared into the crowd. Secreting the beer coaster into her purse, she waited for the intended to finally find her.

As the weeks went on, she couldn't shake the image of that smile and that self-assurance. It was one of the few times she was disappointed to have been playing a role. After steeling herself against the possibility that he wouldn't remember her, Tess added the e-mail address to her book and sent him a brief note. To her immense relief, he responded.

Of course I remember you, he wrote. Not many beautiful women "picking up" their own boyfriends in bars. They met in the normal way: dinner, drinks and what were undoubtedly some of the more memorable conversations in their dating histories. They felt paradoxically comfortable and disturbed in each other's presence. They had been polite, sensing that this time something was different and neither one of them wanted to break the spell.

"Do you have any plans next weekend?" Kevin asked during one of their midweek conversations.

"Nope, do you?" Tess replied.

"Yes."

"Oh, uh. . . . sorry. . . " The disappointment in Tess' voice was obvious.

"With YOU, goof-girl." She knew she had been had and felt stupid but exhilarated that he was joking with her.

"OK, what did you have in mind?"

"Nothing much. Can you come over Friday after work?"

"Absolutely. Should I bring anything special?"

"Just yourself, a toothbrush, whatever . . ."

Tess could hardly keep her head in one place during the rest of the week. The word "toothbrush" kept echoing in her heart along with his obvious enthusiasm for their first weekend long date.

Neither of them could keep their façade of decorum up long. They were hungry and not for the food he had picked up from the gourmet deli on the corner. The wine they could handle, but not much more.

He stood and pulled her to her feet. "Come with me," he said and Tess' skin tingled at the thought of what lay ahead.

Kevin took her into a spare bedroom sparsely furnished with only a large executive desk chair, a small table, an adjustable lamp and a smaller stool in the middle of the room. He told her get undressed, handing her a sheet to wind around her naked body. "Have a seat. I'll be back in a moment," he told her and then disappeared.

She disrobed, folding her clothes neatly and doing as she was told. She felt watched, vulnerable and wickedly excited. She was beside herself with the realization of what he was doing for her, to her. Time stretched as she waited and this delay, though she imagined it was part of a scheme, was nonetheless unnerving.

He returned wearing a white lab coat over his clothes. This obvious costume elicited from Tess' body an almost perceptible deep-throated moan. Her nipples hardened instantly and she knew she had met a man who could tell what she needed, what she wanted. She noticed objects in his pockets, but could not tell what they were. The word props dawned on her, but she was so wet by that time that language was beyond her.

"Put your knees on the arms of the chair," he commanded. She did and waited. His eyes locked on hers and stayed there as she assumed the position. She had to scoot down to bring her knees up so far. He bound her legs to the arms of the chair with ace bandages. She could relax a little more now, not having to hold herself in place. In the back of her mind, pieces had begun to fall apart. She liked the shattering, the being out of control, the being controlled. This, she thought, is better, so much better . . .

He pulled the sheet down, exposing her breasts and squeezing them hard, to see how she would react. She arched her back, wanting more of his flesh on hers. He used both hands now, pinching the nipples, watching them turn dark rose for him. He moved beside her, continuing to fondle her, but she could see nothing except his hands on her, thinking about where those hands had been, daring not to think where they might go later.

"Grab me. Hard," he growled and she did. Feeling his shape and size through his pants made her dreamy. Without waiting for his instruction, she unzipped him and slid his cock free from his pants so she could feel more of his skin, his hands never leaving her nipples, which he now twisted and pinched with ferocious delicacy in time with her stroking of his erection. She watched as a single drop of pearlized lust leaked from the head. Asking him wordlessly with her eyes if she might have it, Kevin thrust his chin out in a little nod that was half permission, half challenge. She laid her tongue flat against his cock's head, feeling the fluid silkiness.

She loved the way swirling her tongue around his head felt, all slick and hard, glassy and hot. Saliva welled up in her mouth as the hunger to have him deep in her throat grew. She wrapped her lips tightly around his shaft and pulled him, sucked him deeper until he gave in and thrust against her face. The hair on his belly tickled her nose. Kevin's hands left her nipples erect and flushed. He grabbed her head, using her ponytail like a handle, like reins, to guide her like he wanted it. She surrendered to the wetness that leaked between her thighs and the similar flood in her mouth. Her spit spilled out over him, covering his balls now caressed by her hands, small and cool. He had not come, but he had gotten close. She could taste it and her lust has increased the speed she was using on him.

Focused only on his cock sliding in and out of her lips, Tess shuddered when she felt him pinch her vulva closed, covering her clit. He ran it that way, hard. The slickness there making it almost impossible for him to keep his fingers out, to deny her. But as long as she had that beautiful dick in her mouth, she was happy.

But Kevin was not.

He didn't want to come yet, as badly as Tess wanted to make him feed her. The need to swallow his sperm was all that connected her to reality.

He withdrew, pumping slowly to ease the transition. She flicked her tongue desperately, playfully, wantingly at the head as he held her gaze. He ignored her and moved along side the chair, zipping up as he walked. She felt him move down between her legs, pulling up a little stool that set him just a bit lower than her.

She watched him look at her, at her beautiful sweet cunt. The outer lips were so puffy and bright that he could hardly resist the urge to kiss them. The inner lips, too, had filled - ready for him to come inside - but he would deny them a little longer.

"Relax," he told her as his thumb lightly brushed her clit in little circles.

Tess sighed, closed her eyes and let it happen, as though she could stop it if she wanted to. And she didn't want to.

It is one thing to meet a partner who can discern what you need. Quite another to let yourself be taken where the other wants to go. As Tess joyfully resigned herself to her role in this fantasy, she realized she had met a man who could challenge even her perversity.

At that point, that she heard an odd sound: something soft and pliable being pulled from his lab coat pocket. The snap of it made it clear. Gloves. Latex examination gloves. Her eyes immediately flew open as she saw him looking down at his hands and applying lubricant to the gloves. He looked so clinical, so detached. Not at all the man whose cock was so close to erupting earlier.

Whatever it is he had planned, she could only guess. That desire she had, to feel his flesh on her, was, for the moment, denied causing her only to want it all the more. She whimpered a little and he looked up to see what was wrong.

"What's the matter, Miss?" He stood up and she could see that damned evil grin on his face. "Is there any way I can make you more comfortable?" Kevin's gloved fingers started stroking her thighs, staying away from what she wanted him to touch most. Still, he held her eyes with his. "Really, if you just relax, you'll feel soooo much better in a few minutes."

But she didn't want it to last only a few minutes. She wanted it now and she wanted it to last. But she didn't have a choice. Tess wiggled her foot so that she could just lightly rub her toes against his ass, press him closer to her.

"Now, now," he teased, "if you are going to behave like that, I shall have to end this examination."

That does it, she thought. I will be a good girl for as long as I can which may not be long at all.

"Sorry. I'll behave. Promise," was all she got out because he had just pushed two fingers easily into her. She felt reality slipping even further away again and she liked it. Kevin's fingers started in with a solid, assured touch. His rhythm was patient, irresistible. Tess sighed as she opened her legs further when she felt him quicken. She was vaguely aware that he was touching her in circles, rubbing a particular place. Damn, she thought, the man is incredible. How can he find it like that? How does he know exactly how to touch . . . Her mind spiraled beyond articulate thought as she felt a dam insider her begin to break. The hot fluid was welling up, beginning to spill over her lips and thighs. He had abandoned the circles going for a ridiculously fast back and forth motion that opened her even wider and she felt her own cum begin to flow out of her.

"God, Tess. That's what I want. Come on baby, come on. Give it up. Give me that cum, girl." She did, coming torrentially on his arm, soaking the chair and his lab coat sleeve. A high pitched squeal escaped her, too. The intensity of the orgasm denied silence. "Good girl, good girl." Kevin's voice walked her down as his hand continued to soothe her.

"Well, you respond quite well to the first part of the exam, Miss," said Kevin as he tried to reenter his clinician's role. Tess was riveted on his crotch, admiring the tent his pants. Sure, she thought, act all you want. That baby is MINE. She stifled a giggle as he desperately massaged himself behind the clipboard he had just picked up.

"You check out visually and your response to tactile stimulation is certainly above average," he winked on the last word. "But I believe you might have a slight fever. Know, as you probably know, the most accurate way to take a temperature is rectally . . . " Kevin's voice trailed off as he tried to judge Tess' reaction to this hint and he was not unpleased to see her face a mixture of lust, anticipation and slight fear. " Of course, we wouldn't want to shock your system after the rather, hmmmmm, intense experience of the first exam, so let's begin with this." After removing his gloves and fishing around in the pocket of the lab coat, he presented a flexible yet formidable anal plug and a small vial of lubricant. He held both items in front of her so that she could fully appreciate the play of the light on the toy as he smeared the liquid around the shaft.

"We'll begin by unwrapping your bandages," he told her as he began to free her left leg. Tess responded by working quickly on her other leg. "Now, Miss, please kneel and place your upper body on the stool. Good." Kevin patted her ass appreciatively as she assumed the position, taking time to trace her tan lines and caress her. "Now, take a deep breath and as you exhale, you will experience a bit of pressure." Between the lube and her own silky fluids, the plug slipped in almost easily as she relaxed and allowed it to penetrate her. Tess could hear his voice using a very reassuring tone at first, but as he began to push and pull the plug, his voice became more demanding. Instinctively, she reached for him, groping to feel his cock somewhere beside her. He immediately ceased.

"Must we go over this again?" he asked in a stern warning. "This examination will end, do you understand?" He smacked her ass, hard, to get his point across.

"Yes, doctor." Tess sensed something more than she had bargained for. And she loved it. Needed it.

"As we were, then. With one slight modification." Kevin made sure Tess was watching as he donned new gloves and poured lube directly onto his fingers. "Necessary for judging your temperature." He disappeared behind her, pushing her upper body onto the floor and raising her ass high. He removed the plug entirely, leaving her slightly open for a moment, then reinserted the plug and two of his fingers, slowly. He waited for her to adjust to the new girth, the sensation of silicon and flesh. Tess heard a voice in her head command, "Breathe." The voice was her own and she did as she was told. Kevin realized that she was so deeply into her role now that she really was his patient, his experiment. Emboldened by this, he sank his fingers and the plug deeper, let them linger a little as he told her how her heat was normal, how her walls felt smooth and pliable, how her anus opened and relaxed to receive the diagnostic tools.

His constant stream of narration was all that kept Tess connected to her surroundings. It made her feel safe and edgy simultaneously.

"Well, the rectal temperature seems normal, but one can never be sure." He smoothly withdrew from her ass. She whimpered to feel so empty after adjusting to accept all he filled her with. He let his thumb rest there for a moment, providing reassuring pressure. "Let's try an oral reading."

Those words snapped her back to reality, or as close as she was going to get to it. She had been aware, foggily, of sucking on her own fingers as the "physician" had worked her over from behind. She would be only too happy to cooperate with this part of the exam. Tess kneeled, sitting on her heels. She fairly tore his pants from him while he wound his hand in her hair. The ponytail had come loose and there was a faint sheen of sweat covering her. He marveled that she actually looked feverish and it made his cock that much harder.

Tess immediately began sucking, working the head with her tongue and lips. She lived for this. The feeling of complete surrender, the knowledge that the man she was sucking wanted this more than air, more than life almost, right now. She held her breath as she pushed all the way down on him, swallowing rapidly once his head had passed her soft palate and made the turn down her throat. Her hands clenched his ass, keeping him deep in her mouth. She needn't have worried that the might draw away. His hands held her head firmly in place. Even her occasional coughing and choking seemed to push him closer to coming. She held still momentarily and allowed him to set the pace, fucking her face in accordance with his desires. Her hands held his balls, stroking them. She wrapped her hand around the shaft while she licked them, sucking each one in turn into her mouth.

Goddamn right, I have a fever. Your fault, doctor. And I will get my cure . . . As she continued sucking and licking him, she was no longer playing a part. She had become crazy with lust, wanting nothing more than to swallow his sperm. She knew it was the only thing that would make her feel better, relieve her joyful pain.

Kevin had sunk into the chair, unable to resist her force. They had indeed changed places and he wondered if perhaps he should have chosen to be a psychiatrist . . . but there was always next time. Right now, all he could do was hang on while she continued. Her head became a blur of hair and speed as she increased her pace. She slowed, allowing her teeth to just graze his skin, expertly. He moaned as this variation began to push him over the edge. Tess pulled back, opened her mouth and waited, as Kevin's own hand replaced her mouth. He was jacking himself off into her, onto her. Tess stroked her own lips and clit, feeling the delicious climb of her own impending orgasm. He came with a dark groan from the back of his throat and a splashing of cum on Tess' face. She was shocked by the force of it, the galvanizing effect it had on her. She sank more fingers deep into her wet slit as she matched his moment. The subsequent sticky jet hit her eyes and cheeks and (mercifully) her tongue. She swallowed thankfully, happily. It was fulfillment to do so, the only effective cure, and it fueled her own deep contractions.

When she felt him relax, sigh back into the chair, she gently took him into her mouth again to ease him back to reality. He opened his eyes, seeing the sticky, delicious mess of her face. On a whim, he scooped up some of the semen with his fingers and fed it to her. Tess accepted, closing her eyes in delight.

Sleeping Mother by cosmicitycat

 

 

 

 

Alex was sitting on the couch, which was 10 times to big for him. He lived with his mom, a giantess. She was 11 ft tall, and he was a mere 3 ft, which is considered a tiny. Because of their height difference his mom, Dina, was very caring. She always watched out to make sure she didn’t accidentally hurt him or knock him over. On the contrary, Alex always hoped she would knock him over. Or accidentally sit on him.

Dina left a few hours ago to hang out with her friends. Alex was just watching some tv. Suddenly he heard the doors open, and his mom came walking in. Visibly drunk. ‘Hey mom, how was it?’ She didn’t respond and just walked over to the couch. ‘I’m so tired, I’m having such a headache.’ She sighs and drops herself on the couch, on top of Alex.
‘Wait mom-’ Alex voice had been silenced by his moms rather big behind. ‘Ahh’ She sighs ‘That feels better.’
Alex thought the same, it did feel better. His moms ass was heavy, and sweaty, but nonetheless he enjoyed the experience. He took a deep whiff of the soft prison he was trapped in, and instantly got turned on. ‘Why is the couch so uncomfortable..’ Dina groans. She starts wiggling and pushing her butt on the couch, trapping Alex from all sides. He moans and is completely silenced by her ass. ‘It must be these pants..’ she mutters, and takes of her jeans and underwear. She then lets herself fall on the couch again, this time Alex didn’t even attempt to move or scream. He wanted to be under there. Dina moans ‘That feels so much better’ She bounces a bit, forcing Alex deep inside her crack. His nose touches her asshole. Alex takes a second whiff and coughs a bit, he didn’t expect her anus to smell that strong. Suddenly he feels his whole body vibrating, its his moms stomach. ‘It must be the chipotle Amy made..’ Dina groans ‘It’s taking a toll on my tummy.’ By hearing this Alex got even more turned on, he always dreamt of being farted on.

GGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Dina’s stomach made a loud groaning noise, and she lifted her left buttock op. Giving Alex a little bit of fresh air before the most putrid air he has ever smelled will explode on him. ‘hnngh..’ she groaned softly

PPPPRRTTT

A short and brassy fart shot out of her anus, and right into Alex his nostrils. It smelled putrid and eggy, his eyes started watering. He gave himself a few seconds to calm down, and then eagerly sniffed it all up. He groaned in pleasure. But before Alex could process what just happened another fart exploded out of her asshole

BBRRBLLAAOOOORPPBRRRLLTT

A 15 second, wet fart screamed into Alex his ears, and covered his face in a bit of anus juice. Again it smelled very eggy, and a bit spicy. He coughed but still sniffed most of it up.
His mom moaned in pleasure. ‘This feels so good to let out, and I’m not even smelling anything. She puts her legs on the table. Resting all of her weight on Alex’s face. She groans again. ‘This one’s going to be massive.’

PPPPRRRRBBBLLLBLBLSSSHHROOOOAAAALLLBBLLRTT

PPPPPBBRRRROOOOOAARRTT

Two giant farts shot out of her, engulfing Alex his face. He noticed himself getting a bit dizzy. This time around he couldn’t even sniff them, they were just shot straight into him. His eyes started watering and he felt his skin turning hot. His mom wasn’t the only one sweating anymore.

This continued for a long while. Though at some point Dina fell asleep. She started farting less frequent and Alex started feeling a bit better. He had already come multiple times.
Suddenly his moms stomach started groaning again, and Alex woke up from his trance. He heard his mom moan in discomfort.

GGGGGUUUURRGRGRRLLL

Something in him knew these weren’t going to a be a few farts. Dina started clenching her cheeks, and her anus slowly opened

PPPPPSSSSSSSSJJJSSSsssss..

A giant sbd leaked out of her asshole, right into Alex’s nose. He aggressively coughed, and noticed something hard touching his nose.
It was Dina’s poo
Alex groaned of the horrid smell, and noticed himself getting hard again. The turd slowly grew, and had nowhere to go. It got mushed in Alex’s face and smeared all over him. He groaned. It just kept going and going, a bit even came into his mouth. It tasted bitter and made his face curl up. As soon as the turd was finished he heard her stomach groan again

PPPPRRRBBBSHHLLLSSHSBHBHJLLLLSSLRLHHRRLLBBLBLBLLTTTSHSHH

Soft wet diarrhea exploded into his face, and started dripping from the sides of his head. He groaned again and almost got disgusted. He heard his mom moaning in relief. He then soon fell asleep.

It was morning, Alex woke up before his mom. He forgot for a few seconds but then remembered everything that happened last night. He groaned. He tries to wake his mom up, but fails. Then he decided that maybe licking her asshole would wake her up. Hesitant he took his tongue out, and started licking his moms hole. It still tasted bitter, but it worked. He could hear his mom waking up.

‘Geez, why does my crack feel so dirty. Wait, did I shit myself?’ She stands up and pulls him with her. Then she scratches the back of my head. ‘What is that..’ She questions. Dina then pulls Alex out of her ass. I could see the shock in her face. She then starts crying. ‘Oh my gosh, Alex! I’m SO sorry, I was drunk and-‘ ‘it’s okay.’ He says calm. ‘It’s okay?-’ ‘I enjoyed it.’ She stares at Alex for a few seconds, and then smirks.

‘Maybe we could this again sometime?~’