by Penny Birch
She was moaning, and giving out little sharp cries as her body jerked to his thrusts. He did her hard, really pumping into her, with his whole body wobbling as he moved. I’d always been the one he was up, so I’d never realised just how obscene it looked when he was with a girl, especially Gabrielle, like something out of a kitsch sci-fi movie.
I’d have masturbated, but she didn’t, taking the pounding until at last he withdrew, standing back, panting, his cock slimy with her juice. I swallowed, knowing it was my turn, and wondering if I could manage it up my bum.
‘Well, Tasha?’ he puffed. ‘Your sister’s been popped, so what’s it to be, cunt or arsehole?’
‘Not my pussy, you pig,’ I answered. ‘You can’t!’
‘Then it’s your arsehole,’ he smirked, ‘and I’m going to grease the ring with your sister’s cunt juice. Get over the bog, stick it out.’
I got into the same lewd position Gabrielle had been made to adopt. He positioned himself behind me, and I shut my eyes, my whole body trembling as I let my bumhole push out, opening, wet and mushy, an easy target for his penis. His hands took my hips, and he pressed up to me, jamming me against the cistern, his belly squashing out against my bottom, his cock pushing between my cheeks. He nudged it lower and for a moment it went up my pussy, then out, smearing slimy juice up between my cheeks and on to my bumhole.
‘Got you,’ he said, and pushed.
My anus spread around the head of his cock, stretching, with a twinge of pain, despite my being so sloppy. He grunted and pushed again, making me gasp as the head went in, my sphincter closing on the neck. Again he pushed, forcing in a little more, and yet more, stuffing my poor aching bumhole with penis, until at last the full, fat length was jammed up.
‘Fucking great feeling,’ he grunted. ‘Nothing like one up the dirt box, eh Tasha?’
I managed a weak moan in response and he began to move inside me, slowly at first, then faster, quickly leaving me breathless, then panting as he began to pump into me the same way he had treated Gabrielle, harder and harder, crushing me against the cistern, my breasts slapping on the cold porcelain. I was screaming and thrashing my head from side to side, in pain but ecstasy too, with my bottom hot and wet under his belly, wanting to masturbate but unable to get my hand to my pussy for fear of having my face pushed into the wall. It slowed, leaving me gasping in relief, only to see Monty reach out beside me and pull off a long piece of toilet paper.
‘Get this in your mouth, you noisy bitch!’ he spat.
I made to protest, only to have it jammed in between my teeth and wadded firmly into my mouth, leaving the last piece hanging out. Again he began to bugger me and, as I glanced sideways, I found that I could see him in the mirror, on top of me, his toadlike body pumping into my little bottom, my boobs swinging and, worst of all, a piece of bright pink loo paper hanging from my mouth.
He was getting hard again too, pushing me back against the cistern, hurting as he shoved himself over and over into my bowels. I knew he was coming towards orgasm, but I didn’t know if I could take it, or if my ring would tear. It felt like it, absolutely on fire, but I couldn’t speak, couldn’t stop him, about to get the full load of his sperm in my gut . . .
He stopped again, suddenly, really panting. His thumbs went to my bottom, spreading my cheeks as he pulled slowly out. I was sure he hadn’t come, and I looked back, finding him red faced and gasping, his cock sticking out from his trousers like a pole, slimy, but with no trace of sperm.
‘Are you all right, Monty?’ I asked.
He sat back, on the edge of the bath, panting hard, his fat face crimson, shaking his head.
‘I can’t,’ he puffed. ‘I can’t make it. Ow, my legs! Shit! I’m sorry, Tasha.’
‘Do not worry,’ Gabrielle said, and as she sank down to her knees I realised that she was going to suck him.
I had to watch, her pretty face, so delicate, so genteel, as she opened her mouth to take in that huge, dirty cock, a fat man’s cock, a cock that had just been used to bugger me, stuffed up my bumhole in my own mess. She was going to do it though, her long, elegant fingers closing gently around the base, pulling it forwards, towards her mouth, kissing the obscene, bulbous head, and then it was in and she was sucking.
Monty leaned back, bracing himself against the bath, still struggling to get his breath. It came, and then he was grinning with absolute glee as he watched her. She moved a little, fully between his open legs, setting her knees apart and sticking out her bottom to show off her sex. Her head came up, off his cock, leaving it glistening with her saliva. She’d sucked most of it, but not the base, and as she poked out her tongue to finish the job I knew I had to have my share.
I got down, crawling quickly over, doglike, on my hands and knees with my tongue lolling out. Gabrielle saw, and moved to let me in, holding Monty’s cock out for me. I took it in deep, sucking down the thick, salty flavour, feeling the fat head push into the back of my throat. Gabrielle’s arm came around my back and I pulled off, offering his cock to her. She took the head, and I began to lick the base, finishing the job of cleaning his cock up until my mouth was full of my own earthy taste.
He was breathing hard again, but with pleasure, as we shared his cock, licking, sucking and wanking, at his feet, both nude, both wet and juicy, holding each other and feasting on his dirty cock, until at last it jerked, he grunted, and came, full in Gabrielle’s face, all over her glasses and her nose, in her mouth too. She gave a little shocked cry, dropping his cock and I caught it, pulling it towards me even as the second spurt erupted, over my nose and into my open mouth as I took him in, sucking and swallowing, over and over, draining him down my throat, until at last he could stand it no more and pulled me off by the hair.
Gabrielle and I turned immediately to each other, our mouths opening, licking at each other’s faces. She cleaned my nose and I hers, then her glasses, licking up the spunk and smearing it across the lenses. I giggled at the sight, sure she couldn’t see a thing, then our mouths came open and we were kissing, sharing the taste of his sperm and the rich, dirty tang of my bottom. Her hands were on my boobs, then lower, under my belly as we rolled the sperm together in our mouths. She found my clitty, dabbing at me, even as I slid a finger into her pussy. We closed, tight, cuddling and frigging, my thumb on her clitty, her body wet with sweat against mine, the spunk on her face smearing over my cheek, and once more I was coming, and so was Gabrielle.
It all came together in my head as my orgasm rose, the whole glorious filthy game, wearing the nappy, playing with Gabrielle, cuddling her on the roof. Peeing in my nappy and watching her fill hers with dirt, doing the same myself, and the feel of the squashy, soggy mess against my skin. The utter humiliation of being changed, of coming as Monty wiped me clean, the shower, the cock up my bottom, and at last my lovely Gabrielle to share a mouthful of fat Monty Hartle’s spunk as we came together in beautiful, blinding ecstasy. It was such a good orgasm, together, kissing and frigging, with the mixture of sperm and saliva running down our chins, on to our breasts and the floor. Being in front of Monty was good too, our fat uncle Monty, watching his two dirty little nieces, ravished and spoiled, getting carried away with each other on the bathroom floor. 253
We took a break, to rest and clean up, including such essentials as mouthwash and brandy, all of which we had packed. We had beer too, which Monty and I guzzled and Gabrielle sipped. I was getting tired, although Gabrielle seemed full of energy, and Monty was obviously determined to make the best of his luck. He had stripped off, and was lying on one bed, idly playing with himself and watching us. We were on the other, me nude, Gabrielle in frilly pink panties and a short nightie, gently petting each other, which was doing wonders for his cock. It was time for me to go, almost.
‘You know your ‘‘It’’ game, Monty?’ I said casually. ‘Where did you get the idea?’
‘From this scene in Silence of the Lambs,’ he answered. ‘This guy . . .’
‘I know,’ I interrupted, ‘and
it wasn’t very nice. Horror and sex don’t mix. Now come into the bathroom.’
‘Why? What are you going to do?’
‘Don’t be awkward, or I won’t let you play with me any more. Come on.’
I got up and took his hand, trying to pull him up. He came, fortunately, because he could just as well have dragged me down over his knee. I led him into the bathroom, Gabrielle watching from the bed.
‘On the floor. Kneel,’ I said.
‘What are you going to do?’
‘Kneel down, Monty.’
He kneeled, reluctantly, his expression full of uncertainty as I straddled his legs, my pussy just inches from his face. I took him by the hair, pulling his head back and moving closer still. His tongue appeared, lapping at my pussy.
‘Uh, uh, none of that,’ I chided. ‘Just open wide, like a good boy, otherwise no more games, and I mean that.’
His mouth came open.
‘Now this,’ I said, ‘is for the ‘‘It’’ game. Drink up.’
I let him have it, right in the face, the full contents of my bladder, which had been building up since I’d first wet my nappy. Just watching was great, with the pee bubbling out of his mouth despite his best efforts to swallow, splashing over his face and body too, until he was absolutely running with it, and sitting in a big puddle. Best of all was his expression when I’d finished, his face screwed up in absolute disgust, his eyes shut tight, his throat working as he swallowed his last mouthful.
‘That’s one,’ I said, still with my hand locked firmly in his hair.
‘And two?’ he asked.
I turned, presenting him with my bare bottom, my crease open over his mouth.
‘Kiss my bumhole,’ I demanded.
‘Hey, come on, that’s your kick.’
‘Kiss my bumhole, Monty.’
He kissed, his thick lips pressing to my anus. ‘Good boy,’ I said. ‘That was for spanking me in public. Now three, for making me mess in my panties. Open wide.’
‘No!’ he squeaked.
‘Open wide, Monty. Just think, no willing little playmates any more.’
‘Please no. Not this, I . . .’
I skipped back, laughing, and bent to kiss him. He looked absolutely horror-struck, but his mouth had been open. He would have let me do it, in his mouth, or at least try to. However he had treated me, however little respect he gave to me, that showed just how much I was worth to him.
‘He has my seal of approval, Gabby,’ I said, patting him on the head. ‘What are you up to?’
She was standing in the doorway, looking sheepish. It was quite obvious that she’d had an accident, with the crotch of her frillies wet and taut across her pussy. 255
‘I’ve been naughty,’ she said, ‘I’ve wet my bed, and, and, oh dear . . .’
She just did it, standing there as we watched, completely filling her panties, far more than before, the rear pouch bulging until the weight was simply too much and they fell down, around her ankles, landing squashily on the floor.
‘Here we are, Monty. She’s all yours,’ I said, and threw him the baby wipes.
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