Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2003 10:05:10 +0100 (BST) From: Tom Smith Subject: What Did You Do Last Night, Miss? Chapter Four I was very close to coming but I was determined not to. The fact that Shafiq, an sixteen year old pupil in our school, had watched me porking my girlfriend's pooper minutes earlier only served to make me even hornier. I pulled my rock-hard erection out of Emma's fudge-tunnel and dropped to my knees behind her. Her hairy shit-ring gaped invitingly and I began to tease it with my tongue, first licking the stretched rim and then stabbing my tongue into her freshly sodomised rectum. Fuck me she tasted good, still soapy and clean and with the slight sweetness of the KY, but also with that underlying earthy tang of 'bottom' that reminds you what a girl's arsehole is really for. I savoured the dull taste of her fucked-out shitter, wishing that my tongue was long enough to really lick the interior of her rectum. She moaned softly as I french-kissed her contracting quoit, still frigging her dripping cunt. I was going to have to go a whole week without tasting her delicious brown-hole, without feeling her ring spasming around my buggering cock, and so I made the most of this last, farewell anal feast. Still, I had little doubt that by the evening I would be seeking solace in Claire's equally accommodating backdoor. I wondered what it would taste like. When we had fucked, weeks before, I hadn't rimmed her before fucking her butt, so I made a mental note to give her a good rimming at the earliest opportunity. With much regret I tore my mouth from Emma's arse and pulled up her knickers, kissing her soft neck as she lifted her jugs back into the lacy cups of her bra. I brought my hands around to cup them, feeling their heaviness and pinching her stiff nips through the flimsy fabric. When she had dressed I kissed her, unable to resist squeezing her pert arse-cheeks. Our farewell kiss was wet and passionate - tasting her own arsehole in my mouth always makes her horny. Getting the taste for her own arse, Emma slipped her hand into my open flies and pulled out my still hard cock. Dropping to her knees she took it into her mouth, deep throating my arse-flavoured dick with a skill that would make most porn chicks jealous. She sucked hard, alternating between deep throating my entire length and licking the shaft slowly from bollocks to helmet. I knew her game - she wanted to make me cum. But I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. I wanted her to feel as horny and frustrated as possible. That would make her more likely to respond to the advances that Shafiq had been primed to make. Wrenching my slippery knob from her greedily sucking mouth, I pulled her to her feet and kissed her again, tasting in her mouth a heady cocktail of sex: my prick and her bottom. I left her in her office, wondering whether my stunt with Shafiq had worked and whether, in a couple of days' time, my sexy girlfriend might be tasting her own arsehole on his huge teenage cock.... I needed a piss, so headed for the toilets at the end of the corridor. As I entered the darkened bathroom I heard a groan coming from one of the cubicles. I knew that a fair amount of sex went on in the boys' toilets, ranging from the usual lunchtime circle-wanks and the odd hurried tryst of boy-boy sex to the time when Gita, an otherwise shy and sweet Indian girl, was said to have 'entertained' the sixth-form rugby team. According to the rumour, she had taken them all anally, one by one, and then they had cheered her boisterously as she squatted over a glass and they watched her shitting their thick white jism out of her small brown bottom. A video had apparently been made, but after discreet and exhaustive enquiries, I had been unable to lay my hands on a copy. However, this was half-term, so nothing like that could be going on now. Then it occurred to me - Shafiq! If you had just seen your sexy teacher being anally fucked and heard her telling her boyfriend that she wanted YOU to do the same, wouldn't you dash off for a quick tug? Quietly I took off my shoes and padded over to the adjoining cubicle. I could now hear the unmistakable sounds of wanking, accompanied by an indistinct mumbling. Standing on the pan of the toilet I gingerly peered over the top of the partition. I realised that my tool was as hard as steel at the prospect of what I might see. The possibility of seeing Shafiq's huge dick fully erect was actually turning me on. When I peeped over the top of the partition . . . sure enough there was Shafiq, frenziedly wanking himself. His trousers and underpants lay in a crumpled heap at his feet and his T-shirt had been pulled up over his head so that his rippling muscular chest was bare. For a Pakistani, his chest was surprisingly smooth, though his slim legs were quite hairy. His entire pubic area had obviously been shaven, in accordance with the dictates of the Koran, and his cock . . . fucking hell . . . his cock was huge. It was at least a foot in length, slightly curved and so thick that he could barely get his fist around the shaft. He was circumcised; his enormous strawberry-shaped helmet oozing viscous pre-come as he fisted his huge adolescent cock, gigantic brown balls flopping between slim hairy thighs. His dick was so large that it looked out of place on his teenage body - I shuddered to think how obscene this monstrous brown phallus would look when stuffed up Emma's tight little arsehole. As he masturbated he pinched his small black nipples and narrated the fantasy in his head: "Oh fuck, yeah Miss . . . you're so fucking hot, so damn fit . . . your arse feels so good round my dick, so fucking hot and tight. Oh fuck, fuck, take my dick you bitch . . . you fucking horny little bitch . . . take it up your arse Miss, your tight little white arse. Yeah, frig your cunt . . . I wanna make you come with my big brown cock up your shitter." Then his pornographic commentary switched to another language, which I took to be Urdu or other Pakistani tongue. While continuing his panting narration in this foreign language, he stood up, his enormous veiny cock jutting from his groin, then kneeling on the floor, he bent forward so that I could no longer see his prick, only the rippling of his muscular arm as he frantically jacked off at the thought of sodomising his slutty French teacher. W ith his free hand he felt his taut buttocks. He arched his back and thrust his hairy buns upwards, pulling them wide apart with both hands, momentarily pausing from his frenzied wanking. I could see his shithole winking in the hairy cleft between his muscled cheeks, a tight puckered knot of brown, almost black flesh. He flexed and puckered his butthole, pushing it out like he was about to take a shit. Then he began to tease his hairy shithole with a saliva-moistened finger, circling his tight anus with a fingertip then slowly plunging finger into his tight arse. He thrust his long brown finger into his own shitter for a few seconds and then brought it to his mouth to taste his own anal funk. Dirty boy. He'd be perfect for my equally dirty girlfriend. The pace of his furious jacking picked up, and he shoved his finger back up his horny arsehole. Suddenly he slipped back into English and I could again understand what lascivious thoughts were coursing through his fevered teenage mind. "Oh, I'm gonna come in a minute, Miss . . . gonna shoot my load over your big jugs, then make you lick my dick clean. That's right . . . fuck me, Sir . . . " Sir? Had I heard right? I saw that Shafiq was now finger-fucking his own anus with not one but two fingers! It seemed that the boy was a good deal open minded than I could have hope for, as his dirty talk soon betrayed: "Yeah, that's it, Sir, fuck me with your big cock . . . fuck my tight arse while I bugger Miss Boswell. Oh fuck yes! Slam my tight arse like you slammed hers. You've got such a fucking big dick . . . yeah, fuck me while I shag your bird up her arse." It was just getting better and better. Emma's fantasy schoolboy lover swung both ways! I could tell he was close to coming too, as his wanking got more vigorous and his running commentary more lewd. "Yeh, take it bitch, take my big dick up your dirty shithole," he panted as he continued pumping his mammoth shaft and fingering his moist turd-hole. "Frig your pussy you filthy anal slut; go on, finger that hairy cunt and make yourself cum while Mr Smith does my arse." I noticed that the door to Shafiq's cubicle had no lock, which gave me a wicked idea. Very quickly and quietly I came out from my toilet and stood in front of the cubicle where Shafiq was having imaginary anal sex with me and Emma. In one swift movement, I flung open the door and stood in front of a startled Shafiq, my prick bobbing inches from his face. "Suck it." I said, in my best arrogant pornstar impersonation. Without flinching for even a second, Shafiq craned his head forward and took my turgid rod into his mouth and gobbled it greedily. "There's a good lad," I urged him on, "Suck my cock. Can you taste her arse on it?" "Fuck yeh," he managed to say, tearing his brown lips from my white dong for a second before recommencing his enthusiastic blowjob. "You're one horny little fucker Shafiq, Emma's gonna love you. Do you like that - sucking a cock that's been up her arse?" This time he only managed to grunt in the affirmative, his mouth crammed with my arse-flavoured pole. "You fucking dirty cunt - sucking a prick that's been up her bottom, that's been fucking her where she shits. Well, play your cards right mate and you'll be tasting her arse for real this week, tonguing her tight little brown hole and getting her nice and wet for that big dick of yours." I pulled my cock from his mouth, a viscous string of drool connecting his tongue and my helmet. "Now let's see what that tool of yours can shoot; show me how you're going to fill up her shitter with your come." Shafiq stood up and faced away from me. Placing his hands on the back wall of the cubicle above the pan he thrust his buns towards me. I watched his hairy ringpiece flex between his muscular cheeks. "Please sir . . . please." he gasped. "What?" I wanted to hear him say it. "I always shoot loads of muck when I've got something up my butt." "Like my finger?" I asked, probing his rubbery shit-ring with my finger. "Christ yes - finger my bum Sir . . ." he moaned, grinding his clammy arsehole against my invading digit. But I had a better idea, something more satisfying for a dirty lad like him. "Or . . . like my prick?" "Yesss. That would be so cool." I rubbed my steel-hard cock between his small brown buttcheeks, my slippery helmet seeking out the puckered core of his anus. Shafiq reached around and held his taut buns wide apart, clenching his tiny shithole in expectation. "You've had cocks up your arse before, haven't you?" I quizzed, pressing the engorged tip of my prick onto the ridge of his proffered arsehole. "Yes sir," he managed to pant as he tried to work my cock into his backside. "Are you queer then Shafiq?" "No sir," came the response, "I'm into lasses, but I just love having stuff up my arse. Oh come on sir, please - fuck it up there." "So have you got a girlfriend?" I asked, continuing to tease his butthole with my tool. "Not really," he admitted, "Just a couple of birds that I shag." "Oh really? And who might they be?" "Well, one's Sarah and the other one's, um, well, you wouldn't know her." He must have felt my cock lurch when he mentioned Sarah. "Sarah Price?" I asked tentatively. Shafiq nodded. This was too good to be true. Sarah Price was a girl in my form, the big-breasted teenage minx who dominated almost every schoolgirl fantasy I had. "Has she ever taken you up her arse?" "Nah . . . we tried it once but she was too fucking tight." I shuddered at the thought of Sarah, naked on her hands and knees, wincing as Shafiq attempted to force his enormous phallus into her virgin shithole. I looked down at Shafiq's muscled arse, spread wide for a fucking and I realised anew the depth of my anal depravity. A butt begging to be fucked is a butt begging to be fucked - male or female. His buttocks were tight and chiselled, entirely unlike the full, feminine bottoms that usually got me horny, but his arsehole was just as enticing, just as fuckable. That's the beauty of arseholes - everyone has one; equally tight and equally satisfying. In the mood I was in, I didn't care. My cock was wet and slippery from the sucking I had just received, so I spat on my fingers and worked it into his rubbery shit-ring. I pressed my knob against the wrinkled core of his well-fingered arse and felt him push his ring outwards - clearly no stranger to being anally penetrated. My painfully hard shaft slid easily into the hot tube of his backside. Slowly at first, I began to hump his teenage arse, reaching around to feel his mammoth meat. His dick was amazingly hard and unbelievably large. Even a woman with an arsehole as receptive as Emma's was going to have trouble taking all of this monster up the shitter. I buggered him with firm, deep strokes, pumping his enormous phallus and, with my free hand, pinching his hard brown nipples. "You like that?" I asked as I began to bone his adolescent bottom with my aching prick, "Me fucking your shitter while you bugger my girlfriend? Me using your tight brown arsehole like a cunt? Your massive prick all the way up her shit-pipe, your balls slapping against her wet hairy cunt, my balls slapping against yours?" "O fuck, oh fucking hell, shit, fffuuuuuckkkk!" he yelled as his prick jerked in my hand and a single jet of steaming jism shot from his pisshole and splatted onto the wall infront of him. By anyone's standards this spurt alone would have counted as a pretty impressive load, but as I continued to dick his clenching shit-tunnel, his first copious jet was followed by another and another until the wall in front of him was festooned with pearly white jism. With all thoughts of saving my load for Claire forgotten, I continued to bugger him. With his hands on the wall for support, Shafiq rammed his slim butt back against my groin, cramming every last inch of meat up his shitter, his hard hairy buttocks slapping against my thighs. We were both sweaty now and the cubicle was filled with the unmistakable scent of sodomy. I reached around to feel his huge prick, but instead of the flaccid dong I expected I found that he was still massively erect - one of the advantages of being only sixteen I suppose. As I fucked his tight shithole I felt a familiar tightening in my bollocks and almost before I had realised what was happening, I shot my load up his arse, feeling like I was pissing jism there was so much of it flooding his guts. Immediately I'd pumped the last gob of spunk into his rectum, he threw his head back and groaned and I realised that he was coming again! Not quite as much this time, but still a pretty big load. No wonder he had such massive bollocks! I pulled my softening prick from my teenage pupil's shithole, and left him panting there, his young butt full of my come and the toilet wall spattered with two copious loads of his own. Wishing him good luck I came out of the cubicle and washed my slippery cock in a hand basin. As I was leaving the toilets I could hear Shafiq farting in his spunk doused cubicle, straining to shit my hot load from his well-fucked rear. Despite having fucked my girlfriend, then one of my pupils already that day, I felt extremely horny as I drove home. I concentrated hard on the road, trying not to give vent to the lascivious thoughts that were swirling around in my head. Emma wouldn't even have reached the airport, and here was I, already hot for a fuck. Everywhere I looked I saw sex. I saw a well-dressed business woman, about thirty, walking out of her office; instantly a lewd picture formed in my mind - that same woman but on a boardroom leather sofa, her small breasts pressed against the upholstery, her pinstripe skirt hoisted over her waist to expose her bottom. She was sucking the slimy cock of one of her colleagues while behind her another businessman thrust his hard dick into her anal passage. Everywhere I looked I saw desirable women and found myself wondering just how many of them had experienced a stiff cock up the arse recently. I saw a young black woman walking hand in hand with her white boyfriend and I wondered whether he had ever peeled apart her taut black buttocks to ram his hard white pole into her shithole. My lust-filled stream of consciousness led me on to lurid image after lurid image. The black girl cast my mind back to Suzanne, the only black girl I'd ever fucked, recalling the insane lust with which I had buggered her, gripping her small black buns and watching my slippery white dong sliding in and out of her obscenely stretched pooper; her embarrassment when she realised that I was getting her shit on my knob, and my excitement. I thought then of Emma, on her hands and knees later that night, trembling with lust as Shafiq eased his mammoth dong into her tight butthole. And then I thought of Claire our new lodger, her big wobbling bosoms and her juicy bottom, and I knew I had to shag her again. I tried not to think of the alternative scenario - Claire bringing a succession of men home to our house and having raucous sex with them while I listened from my bed. No, surely having a known nymphomaniac under my roof the week my girlfriend was away was a sure thing? I arrived home just before lunchtime, so I had a good few hours before Claire would be back from her shift. I stripped off and had a shower. I decided to fix myself something to eat, so throwing on a bathrobe I came out of our room and went to go downstairs. Just as I got to the top of the stairs, though, I smelt something very floral and pleasant, something unusual, though yet strangely familiar. Then it hit me - Claire's perfume. I remembered smelling it on her breasts the night I shagged her and I also remembered having to wash the bed linen before Emma got back from her conference because our bed smelt of it. The link between the scent of Claire's perfume and the sex we'd had began to make my prick stiff. I walked to the door of Claire's room and knocked gently, just in case she was inside. No response. I opened the door and walked into her room, as if drawn by some force. Of course, I knew what the 'force' was. It was my now fully erect cock and the hope that I might find a few personal bits of information about Claire that would come in handy . . . I went over to her dirty linen basket and looked inside. It was a treasure chest for my perverted, kinky state of mind at that time. Bras, tights, stockings, the dress she had worn the previous evening and lots of pairs of panties. I took a pair of tiny cotton panties and sniffed them, inhaling the scent of her fanny. Lingerie doesn't normally do a great deal for me, but Claire's undies were really exciting me. I licked the gusset, the part that had been against her vadge, tasting her sex and wishing for the real thing. I put her panties in my mouth, rubbed them on my nipples, twisting my nipples through the sheer fabric I was in heaven. I reached into the basket again and my hand felt something damp. I pulled out a pair of sheer, black panties, the same black panties that she had flashed at me the evening before. I brought them to my nose and sniffed deeply. I could smell her cunt on them, the unmistakable, raunchy scent of a woman's aroused pussy, a pussy in heat. I could only assume that she had masturbated wearing these knicks. But there was something else too, a slightly sweet smell of piss. I realised then that was the reason that they were damp - she had wet herself! I shoved them in my mouth sucking her pee from them. They weren't dripping, but I could taste her piss. I felt the surge of cum starting to build and stopped wanking - I had to have a good load left for Claire, just in case. I looked in her bedside drawer to see if she had any "toys" to play with. Nothing there. My foot brushed something under her side of the bed, I bent down and pulled out a rather large box. Inside was the finest array of female masturbation gadgets I've seen in one place. Claire's arsenal of fucktoys put even Emma's considerable collection of fake phalluses to shame. There were several small vibrators, jelly didoes, huge life-like didoes and vibrators in various colours, four butt-plugs of increasing size, anal beads, a double ended dildo and two strap-on cocks (I wondered how often these had been strapped to Claire's waist and stuffed up Emma's cunt or arse). I had never seen such a dazzling array of "fuck-ware" outside of a sex-shop; there was even a policeman's truncheon! I picked out a large black dildo from the box, one of those life-like cocks with big balls and a suction cup, and began licking the shaft, turned on like crazy by the knowledge that this rubber cock had been up Claire's pussy, perhaps even her bottom. I imagined Claire naked in front of me, kneeling on all fours, her immense bosoms trembling as she worked this enormous rubber prick into her tight shithole. Noticing a tube of KY in her box of tricks, I took one of her buttplugs and began to lube it up for my arse. I squatted on the floor and pressed the rounded tip against my hairy ringpiece, relaxing my sphincter to let the tapered rubber shaft of the plug to enter my rectum. I pushed the plug up into my arse until the thickest part slipped through my dilated anal ring and the whole thing was inside. The discomfort passed and I felt a pleasurable fulness in my arse, doing wonderful things to my prostate. Shafiq wasn't the only one who had a thing for shoving things up his butt! With the plug firmly stuffed up my shitter, I stood up and decided to rifle through more of Claire's belongings. I found what I was looking for in the wardrobe - a plastic shopping bag full of porn DVDs. It's exciting enough to discover that a woman is into porn movies, but the titles of some of Claire's betrayed a mind almost as filthy as mine. There must have been about 30 in all, I supposed she had got the porn stache when she and Dave went their separate ways. Most were straightforward fuck-flicks, but a handful were rather more 'specialist' in scope. I noted how many came into the 'anal' category - the usual sprinkling of Rocco, Buttman and Max Hardcore. Hang on, what was I thinking; Max Hardcore? That's the filthy old guy who dresses teenage poppets up like schoolgirls and buggers them and pisses in their faces all the while calling them whores and sluts. Even Emma has to be in a really horny mood to look at his stuff. If Claire got juiced up watching this old perv then she'd have to be one very twisted slut. As I looked through the other titles I came to realise just how much of a twisted slut she in fact was. There were a couple of gay flicks in the collection, each claiming to have the most well-hung studs in the business, there was a movie enticingly entitled "Fuck My Dirty Shithole" and, at the bottom of the pile at least half a dozen movies featuring (if the covers were anything to go by) a great deal of pissing. I was very tempted to take "Fuck My Dirty Shithole" to watch on my PC, but I saw that there was also a single, unmarked, VHS videotape. I had to know what was on that tape - something told me it might be the most rewarding viewing of all. I put the tape in the VCR in the lounge and settled back to see what was in store, the buttplug still wedged up my arse. The film was obviously a home movie, judging by the poor lighting and shoddy camera work. The film began with a shot of a bedroom, obviously a hotel bedroom (though not exactly of the four star variety). Whoever was operating the camcorder held a piece of paper in front of the lens for just long enough to read what was written on it in crude felt-tip marker - "Gavin's First Fuck" - and a date: May of last year. Then Claire strolled into the shot and sat on the bed dressed in jodhpurs, riding boots and a tight white blouse. "So, what are we all here for Claire?" the cameraman asked her. "To give your little brother his birthday present," she replied naughtily, licking her full lips at the prospect. The interview carried on for a few minutes, in which time I managed to learn that they were indeed in a hotel room and that the cameraman, whose name was Ross, had brought his younger brother Gavin along to have his virginity taken by Claire as a 'birthday present'. Eventually Gavin, a very nervous possibly even frightened teenager appeared and sat on the bed with Claire. She made the first move and began by kissing the boy. As they snogged I noticed that his hands went immediately to her huge breasts, squeezing and fondling them. This was the cue for Ross to start giving stage directions, mostly in the breathless, rough-talking style of that British anal maniac 'Ben Dover'. "That's it mate, feel up her tits and get her horny. Yeh, you got it. Come on, get 'em out, let's get an eyeful of those lovely big baps." Gavin, his hands trembling, managed to unbutton Claire's crisp, white blouse. Like most teenage boys, Gavin was defeated by Claire's bra and she unclasped it for him, letting her enormous wobbling melons spill into his hands. Gavin fondled her naked teats as Ross panted more stage directions. "Fuck yes, squeeze those tits mate. Pinch her nips, yeh, hurt the fuckers." Gavin did as he was told, tugging on her small pink nipples, drawing them into erect nubs while Claire shimmied off her jods and panties and plunging a finger into her sopping puss. Her body was incredibly sexy, yet very different from Emma's. Claire's boobs were much larger than my girlfriend's, but her nipples were quite different. Whereas Emma has huge brown areolae with nips like fat bullets, Claire's were smaller, puffier and dark pink in colour. In contrast to Emma's lightly tanned body, Claire's flesh was snow white with a slight smattering of freckles. And while Emma's fleshy cuntlips are covered by a thick bush of dark, luxuriant pubes, Claire's gash hid beneath a much lighter forest of ginger fleece. All the same, she was damned sexy and I desperately wanted to fuck the bitch. Claire sprawled naked on the bed as her young lover squeezed and suckled on her big juicy tits, looking for all the world like a kid in a toyshop. There was no doubt Claire was turned on, her pale freckled breasts were flushed with excitement and her furry pussy glistened with cooze as Gavin sucked and chewed on her tumescent nipples. Stopping his frenzied tit-sucking for a moment, Gavin pulled off his tee-shirt and stood infront of Claire as she fumbled with his belt and fly. His jeans were down in a jiffy and Claire began to stroke the outline of his hard cock through his Calvins. Gavin certainly looked no older than his sixteen years. His body was still scrawnily boyish, although he had obviously been working out to put some muscle on his shoulders and upper arms. His chest was hairless. Claire kissed his rippling flat belly, poking her tongue into his navel as she took hold of the side of his underpants and pulled them down. As the waistband slipped below his cock his boner sprang upwards and slapped Claire's chin. She immediately took it into her mouth and began to fellate the startled teenager with an expertise that most men could only dream of. His cock wasn't enormously thick, but it was long, and Claire was having absolutely no problem at all taking every last inch of this virgin length into her greedily sucking mouth. Ross began his stage directions once more. "That's it Claire, suck on that big dick, give the lad a blow-job to remember," he cajoled, his voice trembling with excitement and lust. "Told you he was a big-dicked little bastard didn't I? Takes after his big brother . . ." Ross switched to giving directions to his younger brother, "That's it Gav, fuck her mouth, make her swallow it." Gavin soon got into the swing of things, holding Claire's face and ramming his dick into her mouth, fucking her face, his slim thighs slapping against her breasts. Suddenly his pistoning prick slipped from her mouth and Claire gasped for air. Clearly no stranger to the genre of the gonzo porn movie Gavin slapped her across the face with his boner before shoving it into her gob once more and resuming his savage thrusting. A few minutes later Claire managed to disengage her mouth from Gavin's prick just long enough to pant, "I want you to fuck my tits." Claire lay on the bed, her long red hair spilling across the pillows, and Gavin straddled her belly pressing his rock hard erection into her cleavage. Claire pressed her jugs around his slippery rod and he began to hump them. First of all the camera was behind Gavin, so I could only see his tight buttocks clenching as he drove his prick between Claire's hefty mams, but then Ross brought the camera around to the side for a close-up shot. Claire was squeezing her tits together and managing to pinch her nipples at the same time, presumably deriving as much pleasure as possible from an activity that I imagine doesn't do a great deal for the passive partner. Her mouth hung open sluttishly, as if she was expecting a mouthful of hot spunk any moment. "Fuck me, that looks beautiful," Ross observed, "You've got the lushest fucking norks I've ever seen. Make him come with your tits baby." "I . . . ugh . . . aaah . . . don't . . . agh . . . want . . . to come!" Gavin managed to croak as he rogered Claire's bountiful bosom. "Don't worry Gavin," Claire reassured him, "The sooner you shoot that big load all over me the sooner I can get you big and hard again. And the sooner you're hard again the sooner you can shove that big cock up my fanny and give me a proper fucking." "Oh fuck yes." That suggestion obviously met with Gavin's approval. Claire meanwhile kept up her monologue of sexy talk, obviously trying to make her teenage tit-fucker come as quickly as possible. "Mmmmm, I love that Gavin; your big hard prick between my horny boobs, giving them a good fucking. Yeh, really fuck them hard, shag my big tits and come for me. I want to taste your jism, filling my mouth, sliding down my throat. Oh yeh, give me that big load. I bet no-one's ever let you come in their mouth before have they?" "No." "Well, I'm going to let you. Let you shoot all that lovely spunk down my throat, then make you hard again so you can satisfy my hungry pussy. You want my pussy Gavin?" "Oh yes Miss Stephenson, . . . er . . . I mean . . .yes Claire." Why had he called her 'Miss Stephenson'? Suddenly it dawned on me: the riding gear, everything made sense. I remembered Emma telling me that Claire had had an affair a year ago with the stable hand at her riding club, joking that she was more interested in 'riding Ross' than riding horses. The cameraman was obviously the same Ross, and Gavin must have known her from the stables, hence the formal manner of address. The lucky little fucker! Just imagine - it's every schoolboy's wank fantasy - the horny looking posh redhead who you've seen looking as sexy as fuck in her jods and riding boots, whose tits you've ogled and whose shapely bottom you've salivated over, turns out to be not only being boned by your big brother but also a foul-mouthed nymphomaniac slut who's more than happy to spread her legs to celebrate your coming of age. I concluded that young Gavin had done damned well to have got this far without shooting his spadge all over Claire's slutty naked body. And judging by Claire's dirty fuck-talk and Gavin's frantic humping of her melons, he wasn't going to be able to hold off much longer. "Mmmm, I can't wait to feel that big stiff cock in my pussy, making me come," Claire panted, her enormous bristols being pummelled by Gav's big teen cock, "Oh yeh, a big fat rod up my CUNT! Tell me how much you want my cunt Gavin . . ." "I want it," he gasped. "Oh Gavin, I really you want to fuck my horny ginger cunt with your big hard dick. I need to come so bad. If you make me come then I'll let you take me up the arse as well; let you slide your big slippery dong up my tight little shithole and give me a good buggering." It must have been this tantalising offer of anal sex that tipped young Gavin over the edge because no sooner has Claire's sexy mouth uttered the obscenity "shithole" Gavin hips began to buck and he immediately pulled himself forward, squatted over Claire's beautiful face and aimed his cock at her open mouth. The first spurt of thick jism splashed onto her face, then the next few squirted into her mouth. I could see Gavin's dark puckered arsehole clenching between his firm buns in time with his ejaculations, all of which Claire noisily swallowed before taking his cock into her mouth and sucking the last ooze of jism from his big bollocks. Now it was time for her to fulfil her promise to get him hard again. Giving Gavin's flaccid cock a final lick Claire told him to kneel on all fours and await his treat. Putting his face on the pillow, Gavin thrust his tight butt into the air and Claire knelt naked behind him. I had a feeling I knew what was coming. Sure enough Claire gripped his smooth, muscled buttocks and pressed her face between them. Gavin gasped audibly as Claire's tongue made contact with the sensitive puckered flesh of his arsehole. It was obviously a new experience for him. "Fucking hell!" was Ross's typically articulate reaction to the situation. "You dirty fucking bitch Claire - you are one twisted little slut. I've never met any bitch before who gets off on licking dirty shitholes like you do. Feel good Gav?" "Christ yeh! Fuckin' awesome." replied Ross's younger brother, his cock fully erect again now. Gavin reached behind to spread his buttocks to give Claire better access to his puckering hole Moaning, he thrust his hips back onto Claire's mouth, swooning with ecstasy as he felt her tongue jab into his bunghole. I wondered how many teenage boys had been rimmed by a woman almost ten years older. Not many I was sure. Gavin, obviously relishing Claire's oral attention, ground his tight shithole onto her invading tongue, moaning with lust. Then, planting a slurpy kiss on Gavin's wet arsehole, Claire announced that it was her turn. "There," she said, "Got you hard like I promised. Now it's my turn to have a hot wet tongue up me." Kneeling on the bed with Gavin, Claire stroked his throbbing hardon. Gavin's hands again found her tits and he started to toy with her erect nipples. Lying back on the bed, Claire spread her long legs and offered her hairy pussy to Gavin. Running her fingers through her curly red bush, she parted the fleshy lips of her clam, waiting for Gavin's tongue to begin its work. "Come and lick my fanny Gavin, taste how wet I am," she begged. Gavin pressed his face to her sopping gash and began to eat her. "That's right mate," Ross started giving stage directions again. "Just run your tongue up and down her flaps, get her good and wet. Wet little bitch isn't she?" Gavin could only grunt in agreement, his busy tongue slurping lewdly in Claire's slippery pussy. I fast forwarded the tape, eager to watch some actual fucking. I resumed play again when Claire got on all fours in front of Gavin, his hard cock poised inches from her dripping snatch. "If you want to shag my bum, you'll have to get that wet too," she told him mischievously. Gavin hesitated for no more than a few seconds, perhaps recalling with what gusto Claire had rimmed his arsehole, and he leaned forward to kiss her bare anus. "Hang on a minute!" yelled Ross, "I want to get a shot of that beautiful butthole in close-up. Oh yes, you fucking beautiful bitch. You arse would give a dead man a stonk-on." I could only agree as I saw Claire's shapely white bottom fill the TV screen. Between the large ivory orbs of her buttocks I could see her pinky-brown pucker, clenching deliciously as she put on a show for the camera. "All yours, mate," Ross said as the camera panned out again, "lick her where she shits!" Gavin began tonguing Claire's brown-eye, slurping on her tasty shithole. "Mmmm, I love men kissing my bottom," cooed Claire, "it feels so dirty, so naughty. That's it Gavin, make my little pooper nice and wet for your cock." The reminder of the sodomy that Claire had already promised seemed to spur Gavin on to an even more frenzied tonguing of her arsehole, noising swirling his tongue over her rubbery shit-ring, trying to poke it into her backside. Then after several minutes of this oral worship Claire yelled out for him to fuck her. In a jiffy Gavin was up and kneeling behind her. Grabbing her hips, he thrust his prick into Claire's quim and started shagging her. "Oh God yessss!" she squealed, "That's so fucking good. Fuck me hard you horny little bastard, fuck me like a dog and make me come." "Congratulations mate!" chimed in Ross, "Virgin no longer!" Gavin gave a self-satisfied smirk to acknowledge his triumph and continued rogering Claire. Claire reached over to the bedside table and picked up a buttplug, the same buttplug (I assumed) that was at that very moment lodged in my own arse. She licked it seductively then sucked it like a cock. When it was glistening with her saliva she handed it to Gavin. "Shove it up my bum while you shag me," she instructed, "Get my shithole loosened up for your dick." Gavin's eyes lit up with renewed lust as he took the buttplug from her and he spat on her arsehole, betraying yet more familiarity with a certain genre of porn movie. Continuing to thrust his young tool in and out of Claire's sopping ginger fanny, he steadily worked the rubber toy into her turd-hole until it was completely buried inside her greedy bottom. "You like that don't you bitch?" growled Gavin, slapping Claire's left buttock leaving it reddened and wobbling. He was getting into his new role as an ex-virgin. No longer the shy, inexperienced college student; now he was in control of the situation, using Claire like his personal fucktoy. "I love it," Claire gasped, slamming her syrupy cunt onto Gavin's prick "I love being fucked; fucked like a dirty slut." "That's 'cos you are a slut," he spat, slapping her pillowy arse again. He removed the buttplug from her shitter and held it in front of her face. "Taste your arse on this." Claire licked the buttplug eagerly before it was replaced in her clenching behind. "Bugger me," she groaned softly. "What?" Gavin asked. "You heard," she said, more forcefully now, "I want you to bugger me; fuck my shitter; pack my fudge. I don't care what you call it, just shove that dick up my arse." Gavin removed the buttplug from her arse and his prick from her spasming cunt and pressed his shiny bell-end against the pouting rim of her anus. Slowly he began to work his turgid rod into her back-passage, his face a picture of concentration as he forced more and more of his shaft into her hot bottom. "Fuck yourself on my dick," he spoke to her as if it were him doing her the favour now; and from the look of ecstasy on Claire's face, perhaps he was tight. Claire slowly pushed her big, round bottom onto Gavin's cock, taking more and more of it into her rectum until she was fully impaled. After pausing to allow her sphincters time to adjust to the juicy prick in her arse, Claire began to fuck herself hard, faster and faster, until she was really ramming her tender bottom back onto Gavin's motionless prick, her big teats bouncing wildly on her chest. Then, seizing her hips, Gavin started to thrust into her, buggering her with deep strokes. "Does that feel good, you horny little bitch?" he taunted her,"Having your dirty shithole packed with my meat?" "Oh it feels great Gavin. Do you like fucking my naughty bum?" Fuck do I!" Gavin yelled, once again the starstruck schoolboy. "I'm gonna come in a minute. Where do you want my load?" "Up my arse," she panted between thrusts, "Fill my poop-chute with your spooge" Gavin's hips locked, and with a look of intense pleasure on his face, he proceeded to do exactly as she had asked, his groin humping with each spurt of jism being squirted deep into her bowels before collapsing on top of her shagged-out body. "Right, out of the way Gav . . . it's my turn to cornhole this little tart now." Ross's voice was thick with lust as he moved into the bathroom, training the camera on the shower and fixing it to a tripod. He called Claire who, despite having been fucked and buggered and slapped still manage to look cool and sophisticated as she slinked into the bathroom. "Now show me that slutty bottom, Claire, baby." This was obviously Ross and Claire's little game. Claire knelt in front of the shower and presented her lilly-white buttocks to the camera, spreading them to reveal her puffy, slackened anus. "Now suck that dirty prick." Gavin walked into the bathroom and stood in front of Claire, his cock still semi-hard and smeared with come. Claire sucked noisily on the boy's filthy prick as Ross taunted her with his trademark obscenities. "You dirty little slut; only really filthy slags would do that - sucking off pricks that have just been up their shitters. Yeh, that's right, clean it up, lick all that jism off his cock. You sick fucking bitch, smoking a pole that's still dirty from your arse." At that point Ross wandered into the shot, naked and hard. He was Claire's type exactly, rippling musculature, a few tattoos, shaven head and a big fat cock. He crouched behind her and, without warning, thrust his huge prick savagely up her sperm-filled shit-tunnel and began to sodomise her. "Squeeze the bitch's tits," he directed Gavin, whose prick was now sparkling clean, "She fucking loves that. Yeh, that's it, squeeze 'em hard, really pinch those nips." "You filthy whore," Ross screamed at her, bringing his palm down on her already stinging buttock with a loud 'thwack'. Claire shivered and thrust her fingers into her hairy cunt to frig herself off as Ross buggered her. After a few minutes of quite violent sodomy Claire began to come, her body convulsing with a climax brought on by a combination of Gavin's manipulation of her jugs, her own fingers in her cunny and Ross's huge cock stoking her farting shithole. Perhaps the effects of her orgasm on her ringpiece tipped Ross over there edge because soon he was pumping his own load into her clasping, spunk doused shit-tube. "Now watch this Gav," ordered Ross as his flaccid tool slipped noisily from Claire's abused pooper, a long string of viscous jism snapping between his knob and her gaping hole. Claire squatted between the brothers, and placing her cupped palm beneath her well-fucked arsehole, she began to force out the spunk that had been pumped up her backside. Her shithole farted wetly several times, her eyes glazed as she worked her shitting muscles and felt the slippery contents of two pairs of bollocks drool obscenely from her throbbing arsehole to pool in her waiting hand. "You dirty fucking gorgeous bitch," was Ross's apt comment as she brought her hand to her mouth and let the brother's combined loads dribble into her mouth and then slide down her throat. Suddenly, shoving her hand between her legs once more, and farting loudly her arse spat another massive gob of spunk into her hand. This she rubbed into her blubbery tits, coating each snow-white orb in hot, slimy jizz. Then she lay down between the two guys, knowing what was coming next. Ross started pissing first, a thick stream of golden pee arcing from his floppy prick, dousing her spunky teats and then pissing upwards to splash her face and hair. Claire opened her mouth, gulping down Ross's never-ending stream of hot piss as she furiously frigged her juicy cunt. "Piss on her cunt," he told Gavin, "She fucking goes wild when you do that." Gavin stood between her spread legs and directed his stream onto her hairy quim, soaking her bush. By way of invitation, Claire pulled her knees back so that Gavin could bathe her stinging butthole with scalding piss, washing away the last traces of semen that clung between her buttocks. Claire had another vigourous orgasm and the screen went black. ========================================================= As I ate dinner with Claire that evening I couldn't get her home-made porn movie out of my head. She was dressed in a pair of tight white jeans and a tight top that hugged her large, braless bosoms and displayed her deep freckled cleavage. This was the same woman I had seen on screen hours earlier writhing nude on a hotel bathroom floor, coming while two men pissed all over her. Her thighs were sleek and firm and her capacious bottom quivered slightly as she walked. I had an immediate desire to tug down her jeans, bend her over a chair, and slide my cock up her shapely bottom. Her conversation was urbane, even mundane. There was no teasing talk about my being a 'tit-man' or an 'arse-man', no sexually charged smutty innuendo. I began to wonder whether it might prove more difficult than I had thought to get into her knickers again. We shared another bottle of wine, watched a bit of TV and then Claire announced she was off to bed. An hour or so later, there was a knock on the bedroom door and Claire wandered in, dressed only in a bath towel. "I was just wondering whether Emma's got any moisturiser? I've run out." A lame excuse I thought; women never run out of cosmetics in my experience. Perhaps she was putting it out after all. I handed her a bottle of moisturiser and I watched her walk back into the bathroom. Her legs were so white and smooth, and I as imagined her nude body under the towel my cock quickly became as hard as a rock. As she walked away from me and toward the bathroom her towel slipped. Gawking, I caught a glimpse of her bare bottom, firm, rosy round cheeks and all. She was definitely out to tempt me. I longed to slip my tongue into that deep crevice and up her sexy behind. Quickly she grabbed the towel and pulled it back up, but as she did this she looked over her shoulder at me, grinning as though she knew my thoughts. Claire walked into the bathroom and closed the door, although not all the way. Sneakily I moved so that I would be able to see her through the crack in the door. Something told me that she left the door ajar on purpose. She was nude now, and I could see her lovely bare arse again, and her legs and back as she dried herself with the towel. As she raised her arms I admired her big, juicy breasts. They had no sag at all - in fact they seemed to defy gravity, and I longed to take them into my mouth, licking and sucking her taut nipples. As I watched, getting hornier and hornier, I heard saw her squirt a dollop of moisturiser on her fingers. She was in plain sight, and my eyes grew wide and my cock hard as she reached behind her with her left hand, pulling her beautiful arse cheeks apart, then slipped the lotion-coated middle finger of her right hand slowly up her arse. My prick just about exploded as I watched this. She inserted her finger all the way up her rectum, sensuously and slowly turning it as it slid deeper into her. She finger-fucked her anus, her head up and eyes closed. I walked to the open door, unable to resist going to her. She was lost in anal masturbation, her finger moving in and out of her arsehole, and didn't hear me coming, or at least didn't seem to. I pushed the door open and gazed at her slim, firm, nude body, arse protruding as her hand worked between her cheeks. Gently I put my hands on her hips. She pulled her finger quickly out of her bottom and straightened up, turning to me distractedly. "Claire, I want you," I whispered. I put my arms around her and caressed her naked belly while I leaned into her nude behind, pressing my erection against her buns. She moaned low in her throat and put her hands on mine, pushing back against me. I caressed her full buttocks, and parting them slipped my finger into her butthole, stretching her rubbery shit-ring with my buggering digit. Without another word I dropped to my knees. Putting my hands on the globes of her lovely rear I spread her cheeks, examining her anus and swollen pussy lips, a beautiful sight between those slim thighs. I brought my face between her cheeks and stabbed my tongue as far up her bottom as I could. She jumped and gasped as I frenched her shithole, shoving my tongue up her tight rectum. Leaning forward against the basin she pushed her bottom back into my face, her sexy, warm arse cheeks engulfing my face as I rimmed her horny turdhole. I held her hips tightly as my tongue shot in and out of her arse, driving her into a frenzy with my lewd attention to her butthole. Claire squirmed and writhed under my hands, her hips twisting as she tried to force my tongue even deeper into her shit-pit. I knew her fingers were plunging into her hairy ginger muff, pleasuring herself. My prick ached and throbbed as I ate Claire's arse. Standing up quickly I bent her naked body over the basin. I pushed her legs further apart and slipped a moisturiser-greased finger up her hot shit-chute, liberally greasing her up in preparation for my sodomising cock. Claire moaned and her arse moved under my hand, anxious to be satisfied. Her rear was so beautiful, smooth and white, with lovely round cheeks, pushed back towards me, willing and ready, that I almost came on the spot. I stepped behind her and put the head of my big prick at the entrance to her rectum, brushing her anus. Feeling this she held her breath, reaching behind to spread her cheeks open for me, and I pushed the wide, flat tip of my cock past her sphincter and into her arsehole. She gasped, feeling the big intruder slip into her rear. Her rectum was very hot, and slowly I slid my prick deeper inside her bottom as she moaned. I looked down at my cock disappearing between those beautiful cheeks. I continued slipping my prick up her shitter, and began slowly fucking it in and out as Claire gasped and whimpered. I fucked it deeper until finally I was buried to the hilt, her cheeks gripping the base of my stiff rod. Claire ground her arse back on my meat, urging it even deeper, and I felt myself reach deep inside her bowels. Her arms were stretched out in front of her, leaning on the wall as she bent over to accommodate me, her legs splayed open, my cock bollocks-deep up her bare arse. I began a slow, steady motion, sliding in and out of her butt, fucking her lovely bottom. We fell into a rhythm and for at least ten minutes I sodomised her willing poop-hole, stroking my meat up her tight channel. Soon I felt myself rise and I pushed deep into Claire's arse and held still as my cock began to squirt deep into her bowels, splashing her most private areas with hot, sticky sperm. Claire gasped as she felt my hot fluid erupt inside her, and she squeezed my prick with her anal muscles, milking the last drop out of my cock as I continued to spurt cum deep into her bowels. "I'd say you are definitely an arse-man," she chuckled as her arse shat out my flaccid tool. "Now tell me; if you'd just buggered Emma's sexy bum, what would you do next?" "We'd probably get wet." I was still behind her, we were both looking into the mirror. "Take a shower?" Claire looked puzzled. "Of sorts." I teased her, watching for her reaction. "Oh, you dirty fucker," she grinned wickedly, "You mean a golden shower don't you!" "Too dirty for you?" I asked. "No way! I love getting all pissy," she replied, licking her lips, "Where does Emma like you to piss, Tom?" "All over. Over her baps, in her mouth, on her cunt, on her arsehole." "And does she piss on you?" Claire turned round to face me, "Do you drink her piss?" "Of course. I want everything that comes from her body." Claire was by now frigging her juicy pussy, getting hornier by the minute. "Everything?" she asked with a curious smile. "Everything." I confirmed. "Wow, even her . . . you know?" "Her what?" I asked, waning her to spell it out. "Say it." "Her poo?" I didn't answer, but I didn't deny it either. "Are you telling me that you've tasted her poop?" she asked, her eyes wide with wonder. I said nothing. I didn't need to. Claire was shuddering now, her fingers pumping wildly in her squelching snatch. She fell into my arms, her legs giving way, and we kissed, our tongues slobbering in one another's mouths. Her big fleshy tits were crushed against my chest and I could feel her nipples, still as hard as rocks, grazing my skin. I turned her around and fell to my knees again. Parting her sweaty buttocks I again began to drill my tongue into the brown star of her freshly-fucked anus, finding it slightly looser than before, yielding this time to the insistent stabbing of my tongue into her puckered core. I could taste the saltiness of my own jism clinging to the wrinkled rim of her shithole and knowing that there was more in her rectum and licked and sucked her hole, trying to coax the rest of my load out into my mouth. "You dirty fucker," breathed Claire, as she realised what I was up to. Then, to help things on their way she worked her shitting muscles to deliver my load. She farted, her pooper rasping against my tongue and sending a bubbling gob of spunk into my mouth which I swallowed eagerly, excited beyond belief by the knowledge that she was feeding me my own come from deep inside her perfect arse. I felt her throbbing ring-piece pouting and clenching in my mouth as she struggled to shit my load into my mouth, and soon I was rewarded by a mouthful of hot come, tinged with the unmistakable flavour of her arsehole. Standing up again, I kissed her, allowing my jism to dribble into her mouth. She swirled the salty cream around her mouth for a few moments then swallowed it, returning to our passionate kiss, savouring the taste of her own arse on my lips and tongue. "Do you like my tits Tom? My big, hard nipples? Are they as sexy as my bottom?" she teased, fondling her massive mammaries in front of me. "They're beautiful Claire," I said, kissing her pink nipples, nipping her erect nipples with my teeth. She stood in front of me, teasing her nipples for me. "I need to go to the bathroom really badly." As she said that, I looked down at her crotch, her thicket of ginger pubes was wettening, her pee dripping from that beautiful pussy down her thighs. She stood in the bath, one barefoot up on the edge, with three fingers already in her cunt. "And do you like my cunt baby? It's not as big and meaty as Emma's but it's still sexy don't you think? Want to taste my fucking piss?" "Yesss!" I hissed, rampant with lust. "Come here. Drink my piss Tom." I knelt between her legs, licking madly at her hot ginger cunt, stroking my cock And then it came. Claire's piss spat from her naked pussy, streaming into my mouth. I gulped it down. It was tangy and hot, wonderful as it overflowed from my mouth and ran down my chest. "Drink it baby, drink my fucking piss!" She was pulling her nipples, twisting them hard. I could tell she was loving this shit. And so was I. I swallowed as much as I could, savouring every drop until her stream began to subside. I pressed my mouth to her pissy cunt and sucked the last of her pee that clung to her thick pubes into my mouth. She was still twisting her nipples, starting to shake. "Eat me baby. Eat my fucking cunt. Make me come Tom . . . please make me COME!!" I sucked hard on her swollen clit thrusting two fingers into her arsehole, fucking her arse. She began to moan and I felt her tighten; her whole body shaking uncontrollably. Then, all of a sudden, I felt a gush of thick liquid from her cunt shoot into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged on it and as I pulled away more juice hit me in the face, then again more still. My mind adjusted to what was happening. Claire was squirting her come into my face and mouth! Claire was not only a pisser but a squirter as well! "Drink my come Tom! Swallow all my girlie-come babe. Drink all my fucking come baby. Oooohh fuccckkkk. FUCKING COMING SOO FUCKINGGGGOOD BABY!!" she hollered as the last spasms of an enormous climax took hold of her body. She was the ultimate slut -- a pissing, piss drinking, cum squirting, anal SLUT! Who could ask for more? "Piss on me Tom . . . piss all over me make me cum some more!" My cock had gone unattended throughout this entire amazing session. I just stood for a second looking at her; she was such a beautiful, kinky slut -- lying there, her legs spread, her cunt dripping with her own piss and cum. She raised a pointed toe at me. "Piss on me baby. Piss in my mouth; in my face; in my arsehole; fill my shitter with your hot fucking piss Tom." She raised her legs, spreading her arsehole and cunt for me. "PISS ON ME. PISS ON ME NOW!!" She almost screamed with lust. I took my cock in my hand and started pissing right on her swollen clit, "Aaahhh shit yes! Yes baby I love your fucking hot piss . . . your dirty piss on my fanny!" I squeezed off my stream and knelt between her spread arse cheeks letting a stream of piss go straight up her still slightly gaping arsehole. "Ohhh fucccckkk yyyyeeessss! Fucking piss up my fucking shithole!" Looking at her face, I ran my stream up her belly to her swollen nipples, pissing over her jugs for a second then pissing up over her chin. She opened her mouth and started gulping my piss; swallowing, gagging on it, drooling. "Fill me with your FUCKING PISS!" Her hand worked her cunt; the shaking started again. "I'm gonna' squirt Tom. I'm gonna' squirt for you, you dirty fucker!" Her legs shook and she came again. "Ooohhh fffuucckk . . . O geeez, Oh baby." As she came my piss squirted from her arsehole. "Look! Look at the piss squirting from my fucking arsehole! Oh shit, oh fucking shit!" My piss jet tailed off to a dribble, and Claire carried on coming, her fingers shoved up her sopping vadge, her pullulating bottom farting out the last of my urine from her rectum. Standing astride her in the bathtub I turned around and, spreading my butt cheeks I squatted over her face, so that my hairy arsehole came into contact with her piss-wet mouth. Her tongue immediately set to work on my shithole, licking greedily as my sweaty ring, poking her tongue up into my anus. "Oh yes Claire," I croaked as her tongue worked its magic on my arse, "That's so good. Lick my arsehole you dirty bitch, taste my fucking shithole." As she went to town on my butthole I toyed with her pissy tits, pinching her tortured nipples. One last time her naked body convulsed as a huge climax took hold of her. Her fanny bucked helplessly into the air and she tongued my hole so hard she practically sucked the shit out of my arse. When it had subsided I lay beside her and we kissed, our sweaty bodies still slippery with piss. "That was awesome," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me all the time while Emma's away." "I will, don't worry," I assured her. "After all, it's the least I can do for my best friend isn't it?" she smiled, "Keeping her gorgeous boyfriend entertained while she's away?" "You dirty little slut," I said, nuzzling her earlobe and toying with her ripe titties, "You just can't get enough cock can you?" "Never had enough yet," she grinned. "I'm off work on Friday. Let's stay at home and fuck. What do you say Tom? You can fuck me any way you like; I want your cock between my tits, in my mouth, in my cunt, up my arse; I want us to piss and shit and get really dirty. You can tie me up and use my helpless body. I'll be your personal slut for the whole day and night. What do you say?" It was a tempting prospect, though I doubted I'd have the energy to perform every perverted act she'd mentioned. Still, I could always phone a couple of mates and ask them to come around and help out . . . ======================================================== Meanwhile, in a Parisian hotel . . . Emma soaped herself in the shower, her hands slipping from her full breasts down to her sopping bush. As the water splashed onto her naked flesh she slipped a finger into her meaty cunt and began to pleasure herself, teasing the beefy flaps of her hairy pussy with her fingers and she ground the ball of her hand onto her sizzling clitoris. She thought back to the previous evening when Tom, her boyfriend, had sodomised her, fucking his big cock into a rectum already packed with her turds. She recalled it all in detail: the fantastic feeling of fulness in her bottom, the rich smell of her shit filling the room, the sensation of her fudgey poop lubricating his pistoning cock . . . She recalled how she had knelt there on her hands and knees, taking Tom's massive dong up her shit-packed bottom, and how she had imagined that it was Shafiq buggering her -- the allegedly donkey-dicked sixth-former who had fuelled her fantasies for some weeks now and who at that very moment was somewhere in the hotel. In her mind's eye she could see this lewd act in close-up. An sixteen year old Pakistani boy cramming his huge oiled penis into the tiny arsehole of a twenty-eight year old woman, slowly filling her aching guts with inch after inch of his massive brown meat. Emma shuddered at the thought of it, a respectable school teacher reduced to a slut by one of her pupils. Turning the shower low, Emma unscrewed the shower nozzle and pressed the gushing pipe to her anus, gasping as she felt the warm water fill her bowels. Then, straddling the toilet, she relaxed her pooper and released the water, and with it, a couple of big slippery turds. She flushed the toilet and repeated the procedure, noting that this time the water that she squirted into the bowl was crystal clear. She exhaled with satisfaction as she farted wetly, squirting the last drops of enema from her rear. She dried herself and dabbed perfume on her neck and breasts. Cupping her big breasts she admired them in the mirror. She knew that her tits turned men's heads; she'd seen the boys in her class eyeing them lasciviously too. In fact, she was sure she'd noticed Shafiq casting sidelong glances at her pert titties on the journey. She went to her washbag and took out her small buttplug and placed it, along with the tube of KY, on the bedside table within easy reach. She slipped on a pair of lacy panties, smoothing the gusset over her beefy cunt, tucking in the stray curls of her thick dark bush. The she put on a bra; a pretty half cup one with lacy trim, and she admired her self again. Jeans and a low-cut top completed the look. Or almost. She decided to forgo the bra; her breasts were firm enough after all. Consciously, her plan for the evening was innocent enough. She'd told her school party that it was a 'free evening' and to be back in the hotel by 11. She would in the meantime find a bar and have a few glasses of wine then come back to the hotel, lie on her bed, slip the buttplug into her arsehole and masturbate before going to sleep. She might think about Shafiq when she masturbated, but that would be it. Unconsciously however, she knew it was a different story. She had given herself an enema, perfumed her breasts, worn her sexiest gear and she was going out with the intention of loosening up with a spot of booze then coming back to the hotel and hoping to bump into Shafiq -- after all, he was a cricket fan, he'd be up late watching the match on cable wouldn't he? If Shafiq could not be found then perhaps that cute looking Turkish barman in the hotel bar? Come what may, she knew in her heart of hearts that she fully intended to end her evening with something much bigger than a buttplug rooting her chute. She'd had a horny itch in her butthole every since Tom had fucked her there that morning, then rimmed her and left her with the taste of her own arsehole on her mouth. It was an itch that would take more than fingers or a buttplug to satisfy. Putting a novel to read in her shoulder bag, Emma locked her hotel room door, leaving the lights low, and set off to find a bar. It hadn't taken Shafiq long to find out which room his sexy teacher was staying in -- it was on the top floor, well away from her noisy pupils on the first floor. From his vantage point in the hotel foyer he saw her come out of the lift and walk towards the exit. He watched her big round arse as she walked out into the street, and thought how beautiful it would look, naked and spread wide, with his thick brown cock sliding in and out of her tight anus. Still, all that would have to wait. First he'd have to follow her...