When my cousin spent the summer with my family ten years ago, I had noidea how important that summer would become in my life. I'm 29 now,and with my childhood entirely behind me, I can honestly say that shechanged my life, and may be the most fascinating person I'll evermeet. I loved that summer, but I kick myself to this day that Ididn't have a fuller appreciation of just how special it — and she -was.
Her name is Angela, but everyone calls her Angie. Growing up, Irarely saw her; Angie's family lived on Long Island and between hermom's legal practice and her dad's surgical career, they were usuallytoo busy to visit with my family. When they weren't totally enmeshedin the pursuit of ever-increasing wealth, Angie's family was takingvacations to Europe or the Caribbean. Theirs was a life of upscaleprivilege, and came in stark contrast to the childhood I experiencedwith my family, who lived a much more middle-class lifestyle down onthe Jersey shore.
As the years went by, my whole family noticed a change in Angie'sside of the family. They seemed to be increasingly taken with theirgrowing social status, and appeared to start looking down at their lesssuccessful relatives. No one ever said anything out in the open, maybebecause no one was really sure if it was really an arrogance on theirpart or a jealousy on ours. At least that was true among the adults,but the change in Angie's attitude was painfully obvious to my youthfuleyes. She started to show the corruption of over-indulgence by herparents in her early teens, and her arrogant attitude was more palpableevery time I saw her. By the time she'd reached high school, sheshowed all the symptoms of a spoiled brat, although she had the senseto at least attempt to hide it around my parents.
When Angie graduated high school, she decided she was too "grown up"to go on another one of her parents' fabled summer-long trips toAustralia. After much squabbling, Angie's parents finally gave in toher demand not to go, but only on the condition that she spend thesummer at our house, presumably so that my parents could keep somethingof an eye on her. At first, my mom wasn't too wild about the idea,what with hints floating about that Angie was a little "wild", but inthe end she agreed, and the stage was set for this fateful summer.
I may not have liked Angie all that much, but frankly I was sowrapped in my own life that I didn't give much thought to her stayingwith us for the summer. I'd just finished my freshman year in college,and was planning on taking it easy with my friends or working to earnmoney for next year's tuition, so I didn't expect to be in the housemuch, let alone have to bother with her.
After tearless goodbyes at Newark Airport, Angie finally arrived atour doorstep, driven by a stretch limo, naturally. She didn'tdisappoint any of my expectations regarding her attitude either. Shelooked at me through her dark sunglasses, and said, "Hi, Brad. Lookslike you're still wearing the same clothes as the last time I saw you,which was what... ...2 years ago?" I'd swear I could see her roll hereyes, as she put one of suitcases in front of me as though I were somekind of goddamn bellhop.
She'd only just graduated from high school, but she acted like sheknew everything. Her assuming attitude really made my blood boil, andyet I actually picked up her bag and took it to her room. "Angie," Isaid, "this is just an old t-shirt." She mouthed the words "no shit"silently to me, but I ignored it. "I may be wearing the same oldclothes, but you're still the same old snot!" She turned her attentionaway from me, making a dismissive motion with her hand as though I wassome sort of annoying gnat.
"Yeah. OK. Whatever. I have to unpack now and I'm tired, alright,so uh..." she said, waving her hand at me.
"Sheesh!" I said, and walked out. I went to my room and ponderedwhat I was going to do with this, this... bitch this summer. Sheacted as though she had some innate superiority that was part of herbirthright. My plan to generally disregard her now definitely seemedlike a good one.
Still the "guy" part of me couldn't help but be impressed with her;she was a stunning sight to see. She had long chestnut hair and deepbrown eyes, with a perfect amount of understated makeup. Her groomingand dress had the careful attention to detail that spoke of money andclass. She stood about 5'7", and by the looks of things she must haveweighed about 120 lbs, most of which she carried in her breasts and herass. Her waist was tiny, and legs were extremely long. As I lay on mybed, hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling, I pondered how areal live human being could actually look like that, and realized herarrogant attitude was fueled by more than money. Her strikingappearance complemented her demeanor in such a way that she almost gaveoff the essence of royalty, or at least the closest thing you can cometo that in New Jersey. She was gorgeous, and she was all too aware ofit.
Unfortunately so were my friends soon after that, and that prettymuch spoiled any opportunity to avoid her. Even though I tried to keepher out of my business as much as possible, they kept coming by whenthey knew she was home, or inviting her to go along with us to themall. She inevitably began to get to know some of them pretty well,and it seemed that they increasingly became HER friends, not mine,which pissed me off. It doesn't take long for a bunch of horny guys toaccept a beautiful girl into their clique, and so I now found myselfspending much more time with Angie than I had wanted to.
Strangely, even though she seemed to regard me with some disdain,she accepted my friends openly, and I could see that she could be quiteengaging and friendly — if she wanted to be. She seemed to have it infor me somehow, and our strained beginning only got worse as she beganhogging the bathroom for hours at a time, and giving me a hard timeabout sharing the household chores. She often would not do them, andthe laundry was a definite sore spot.
One early evening after dinner, an argument over that laundryfinally got out of hand. As if the clock on our maturity had turnedback 10 years, we started squabbling about the chore. It was prettycomical when I think about how petty the argument was, but at the time,we were both taking it very seriously. True, she had just done thedinner dishes for the last two nights in a row, but my friends and Iwere going to the boardwalk and I really wanted to go - especiallysince Jeanine Fitzgerald, who I thought was fucking HOT, was expectedto be there...
Our argument turned into a real fight, with me venting all of myfrustrations over her disruption of my life since coming to stay withus. Frankly I was just tired of her bitchy attitude, especially since Ihadn't even acknowledged to myself why I wanted her positive attentionso badly. The fight got so bad, my Mom and Dad came out into thekitchen - and when my Dad comes out, that means major trouble — even ifyou're 19! He slammed his hand down on the kitchen table, bringing usboth to dead silence.
"I'm tired of hearing about the goddamn laundry!" he barked. "Angie, you did the dishes for the last couple of nights, right? Well,you'll keep doing them and Brad, YOU will do the laundry from now on. Now that's IT!" he said as he turned on his heels and walked out of thekitchen, my mom in tow.
Angie turned to me triumphantly and stuck out her tongue. "Too badabout your friends now, Bradley, my boy. Maybe I'll say hi to Jeaninefor you! Happy sock washing!" and she too strode out of the room. Thefeeling of hatred I felt for her at that moment seemed to beexacerbated by the fact that I simply could not help thinking shelooked especially hot in those cut-off jeans and white tank top...
I stormed down into our basement and sat stewing in my misery. ThatBITCH, I thought. Everything seems to go her way. After a while Ibegan to regain my cool, and I got up and began the task of sorting thelaundry. I hated doing laundry, but not nearly as much as the dishes,so I began to think that maybe this isn't going to so bad.
As I began loading the whites into the washer, I noticed a pair ofAngie's underwear in the pile. I picked them up, wondering how I mightuse them to somehow get back at her. I was thinking about someparticularly nefarious uses for chili powder as I idly turned thepanties inside out.
Suddenly, I felt faint when I saw the lightly soiled, and slightlydamp, crotch. I felt an involuntary stirring in my crotch, and even asI railed against these erotic feelings, I brought the dampened fabricup to my nose as if in response to an irrefutable impulse. I feltstunned at the unbelievably pleasant scent. I felt ensconced in theaura of her sex, so natural and feminine. Musky and very sexy. Forgetting my vendetta against Angie, I rubbed my nose into the thinlycrusted cotton, and felt my cock grow rock hard in my pants.
As I sniffed her dirty underwear, I felt a growing conflict stirinside me. These underwear belonged to my snotty cousin, whom I hated. Yet, she was so hot! I allowed my mind to pour over the details ofher sweet body. Her breasts were a little oversized for such a slimframe, and they had a great shape to them. Her nipples were big enoughthat if she were cold, you could tell even when she wore thick bras. And I hated to admit it, but her ass was even better than JeanineFitzgerald's, and I loved Jeanine Fitzgerald's ass. In fact I'd oftenstroked myself thinking about Jeanine's ass.
I pressed the obscene stain firmly into my nose and took a deepbreath. The sweet musky scent of pussy was intermingled with just atouch of piss. God, how could piss smell so good, I wondered! In theerotic heat of the moment, I thought that maybe she really was agoddess of some sort. I felt shame at the thought that Angie's sex,even when coupled with faint traces of her urine, turned me on so much. I pulled down my pants and began to jerk off with my cousin'sunderwear pressed into my face. After a few short minutes, I spunkedall over my hand.
Suddenly feeling overwhelmingly ashamed and self-conscious, Iquickly cleaned myself off with the underwear and finished my chorewith the laundry. The whole experience filled me with self-disgust,and I tried to put it behind me and forget about the whole thing.
Nevertheless, I had crossed a threshold to a completely differentview of my cousin, and ignoring my new-found awareness of her body andintimate knowledge of her personal odors was now impossible. I managedto put her underwear into the washer without giving it any specialattention just once, and then each time I did laundry after that, Ispent more and more time fondling, studying, smelling and even tastingher underwear. It filled me with guilt and shame, but I couldn't helpmyself. This was especially frustrating since I felt so at odds withAngie. She already seemed to think I was little more than an ameoba. What would she think if she found out that faint strains of her pisswere enough to make me do incredibly degrading things with herunderwear? Angie's underwear varied, but sometimes they were verystrong with the smell of her pussy and urine. Somehow this drew acompellingly submissive reaction from me. I felt like I had secretlybecome enslaved by her.
However, I made sure not to let my private change in feelings towardAngie show. My dirty little secret began to have strange side effectsthough; her snotty demeanor now seemed oddly enticing to me now. Quietly, I had stopped expressing resentment at her constant presencearound my friends, since it meant she was also around me. Sometimes Iwould just look at her while thinking about the scent of her pussy. Ifonly she knew how I had grown to love doing her laundry, patheticallysniffing the traces of her bodily fluids and waste!
The submissiveness of it grew very clear to me as I realized onevery important thing in the next few weeks: I enjoyed her underwear themost when the smell of her urine was strongest. I enjoyed it even morethan the smell of her pussy. I actually got off on the fact that itwas her piss, and that sniffing it made me some sort of dirty pig. Ihad grown to crave the smell. I considered it a special treasure whenthe scent was strong, and even kept at least one pair of her underwearfor myself at all times — the pair with the strongest urine scent. Luckily, she never seemed to make the connection when a favorite pairof her underwear would disappear, then reappear a week or so later.
One time, a pair of her underwear was still wet from what wasclearly pee. She must have some sort of accident, and I felt an oddmixture of glee and a mild revulsion at that glee. I almost came beforeI got my pants down.
About mid-summer, sometime after July 4th the way I remember it, Istarted noticing a change in Angie's laundry. Her underwear seemed tobe coming down to the laundry basket dirtier and dirtier. If the firsttime were an accident, she was starting to have accidents more often. Sometimes the underwear was so dirty, it seemed that she must have wornthe same pair for a couple of days in a row. It was so out ofcharacter for her to be wearing dirty underwear, and it made me wonderwhat might be going on.
Her socks also seemed much more rank. The first time I noticedthat, I hadn't even brought her socks to my nose. Even at arm's lengththe reek was an overpowering sweaty, almost cheesy scent. I rubbed thesocks into my nose and was amazed by the sense of worship they invoked. They smelled so bad, and I felt quite humiliated at the erection theyproduced. After I came smelling my cousin's stinky socks, I smelledher rank foot odor on my face for the rest of the day, keeping me in astate of continual semi-arousal and shame.
Coincidentally, my cousin and I began to get along better, though Inoticed she still acted like she was too good for me. Maybe it wasbecause I was accepting that attitude. Sort of like that bumpersticker that says, "we'll get along just fine when you realize I'mGod." I wondered if she had any idea how I had grown to have a secretaffair with her body through her clothes, and that I adored her in amost degrading way. I supposed she didn't, but on more than oneoccasion, she actually covered for me with my parents, and so Ireciprocated the treatment. We seemed to come to an unspokenunderstanding and maybe even began to enjoy each other's company alittle.
In spite of the pleasure I was gleaning from this series of events,I became increasingly troubled as thoughts about my very nature beganto pop up ever more frequently. Why was I enjoying things others(including myself I thought) would find distasteful? I'd always kindof went with the flow when guys would joke that women smelled likefish, but had never really believed it. I liked the smell ofpussy.
What I found most disturbing about this whole thing with Angie'sunderwear was the fact that my enjoyment didn't stem from thinkingthat Angie's underwear didn't stink, it stemmed from the fact they DIDvery much stink! Especially when the scent of her urine was strong, Icould not in any way objectively rationalize that the underwear reallysmelled good. And yet, the foulness of the scent drew me more thanever to want to smell it, to taste it, to...
On rare occasions, Angie's underwear were soiled by more than justpiss, and when that happened my pleasure was never greater. Once, Icould smell a definite farty, anal scent toward the rear of her belovedunderwear, and when I came, I remember distinctly concentrating on thefact that that smell meant traces of Angie's waste were literallyinside my body. Up to that time, it was the most intense orgasm I'dever felt.
Whatever the reason, the fact stood that the faint scent of mycousin's piss and shit drew unflagging worship from me. Was it in myinnate nature to worship her? Was she in fact superior to me by virtueof her beauty and attitude, by birthright, in fact? Even as I squirmedinside at these thoughts, the mere thought of such a possibility gaveme indescribable excitement.
I felt my self-esteem begin to lower, and I fantasized that that wasbecause I was preparing to follow my true calling: to be Angie'sslave.
Then came one night that I'll remember until the day I die. Theevening began normally enough. After dinner everyone was doing theirusual routine; my Mom and Dad went off to the family room, preciousAngie began to do the dishes, and I went downstairs to do the laundry. I couldn't be sure but I would have sworn that I saw a smirk flashacross my cousin's face as I headed for the basement door.
This time, when I came to Angie's underwear and turned them insideout to view the beloved crotch, I was shocked at what I encountered. The crotch itself was quite heavily soaked and even a little crusty. There was a brown streak behind the mixture of girl-juices. It lookedlike she'd worn them for a week and had masturbated in them everyday! They were nearly soaked with a combination of pussy juice and pee, andI wondered how dirty her asshole must have been to produce such avisibly nasty skid mark. I'd seen dirty underwear from her before, butthese were absolutely filthy!
I lifted the crotch to my face and drew in the overpowering scent,which immediately gave me a throbbing hard-on. I thought I might passout, and then I felt an inner peace overcome me. In masturbation atleast, I finally gave into the power of my fantasy to be my cousin'sslave. I accepted that it was in my very nature to enjoy the filth ofher body, that I was in the overall scheme of things, a bottom feeder,at least sexually. I kissed the brown stain in her underwear withreverence, as though it were heaven-sent. I embraced the once naggingrealization that I was getting a hard-on from the smell of her piss,and now her shit, for chrissake! I was Angie's slave, and she didn'teven know it!
I put the underwear on my head so that the piss/pussy-juice soakedcrotch was right over my nose, and the brown shit-stain over my mouthand began sucking the filth into my mouth. She must have come in theseunderwear a half dozen times I thought as I drew the mixture into mymouth. The urine seemed concentrated and stale, and the darker analtastes were simply enslaving. I pulled down my pants and beganstroking my cock when a creaking sound at the cellar steps made me snapmy head around in dreadful horror.
There was Angie on the steps staring at me with a huge, evil, smirkon her face.
"GodDAMN, Bradley!" she whispered at me, "you are some kind of majorleague sicko pervert, aren't you?" She stifled a laugh.
I quickly yanked my pants up, but had somehow momentarily forgottenthat I was looking at her through the leg holes of her very very dirtyunderwear, and that the nastiest part of those underwear were still inmy mouth.
"Are those my underwear?", she continued, whispering. "Now I knowhow you get them so clean!" And this time she laughed a little moreaudibly.
I suddenly became very aware of my parents sitting a mere few feetdirectly above us. I yanked the underwear off of my head, and beganstammering, "please don't tell my Mom and Dad, Angie! I'll doanything, just don't tell them!"
She continued staring at me as though she didn't even hear me. "Acouple of weeks ago, I decided to play a little joke on you and wore apair of socks for three days in a row before throwing them down here. God they stunk!" she said and laughed. "But you didn't say a word so Ibecame suspicious. Last night, I peeked in on you through that windowover there," she said, pointing at a storm window at the top of one ofthe walls in our cellar.
"That's when I found out what a total perv you are," she said,laughing out loud through a deliciously evil smirk.
My mother called down from upstairs, and my heart jumped in mythroat! But Angie called up, "It's OK! I'm helping Brad with thelaundry!" Mom replied in that motherly tone, "Wow, that's great! Ithink it's wonderful how well you two kids are getting along now!"
Angie walked over to me, looked down at the underwear and then backat me. "I heard about guys like you, but I didn't think it could bereal. You're like some kind of underwear perv!" She snickered, andsaid, wrinkling her nose, "I guess by the smell of things you're somekind of piss perv, too, aren't you?" The gesture, which was soakedwith an intoxicating mixture of bemused arrogance, awe, and somerepulsion, seemed to make her look more beautiful to me than ever. Iwondered if she could see the adoration in my eyes.
"Shut up, Angie", I protested weakly.
"Well, aren't you?", she taunted, and held up the underwear to myface, putting the dark, saliva soaked streak right up under my nose. "I watched you yank on your... thing..." She looked at my crotch,briefly, "...until you came the other night, with my underwear stuffedin your mouth! And I know for a fact they were very dirty; I pissed inthem!"
I was overwhelmed with a compunction to drop to my knees and beg herto let me worship her, to do unspeakable things for her amusement. Andbefore I could catch myself, I was on my knees, even though I felttotally humiliated and realized it would establish in finality hersuperiority over me.
"God, please don't tell anyone! I don't know why I do it! I justsaw your dirty underwear and it got me to thinking—"
"Thinking what?" she retorted. She assumed a mock voice and said,"Geez, here's my little cousin's dirty underwear! I wonder what theytaste like!" and she laughed with glee. "Damn," she teased, her voicedripping with derision, "these underwear are soaked in piss. You mayas well just let me piss right on your face! I bet you'd like that,wouldn't you?"
The suggestion hit me with the violence of a train. Just hearingher utter thoughts like that seemed impossible. I just stared up ather with what must have been a pathetic display of silent pleading. She may have taken my silence as a confirmation of her rude commentsabout me, but I couldn't be sure. I just kept feeling hope that shewould agree not to tell anyone, and maybe, just maybe that she mightlike seeing me in such a pitifully humiliating state. Like a wolfsmelling fear, she seemed to grow more arrogant as I grew moredesperate. My cousin had me by the balls, and we both knew it.
"OK," she said, and a malicious smile began to grow on her face,"here's the deal. I won't tell anyone." She pulled a pack of bubblegum from her jeans, and popped a piece into her mouth while she stareddown her nose at me.
"Thank you, thank you!" I said, as I stood back up, "You're thebest, Angie! I promise I'll never do it again -- "
"Not so fast, Bradley, my boy,. I have to get something out of thistoo, y'know," she said, loudly snapping the gum. "Hmmm... let me see. You have to be my slave for the rest of the summer" she smiled cruellyand added, "...And I get to do with you or to you whatever I wish, nomatter what." I'd never seen such utter satisfaction as she watched myface contort with disbelieving horror and excitement. Then to completethe deal she said, "And then maybe I'll let you off the hook!"
"Umm, OK, Ang, just please don't tell anybody anything aboutthis."
"OK, but you have let me do anything I want. Anything."
"OK...," I started, "Like what?"
"AHA! Already some doubts, eh??? DEAL'S OFF!!"
"No, no, no! I'm sorry whatever you want pleeeease!"
"OK, but if I so much as fart, I want you on your knees in aheartbeat trying to sniff it all up, do you hear?"
"OK, alright!"
"No, I don't think you get it," she said. She reached over for thedirty underwear, looked at the filthy crotch for a moment. Then sheheld them to my face and said, "Kiss them."
I looked at her doubtfully for a moment, but the look on her facequickly warned me to comply. Embarrassed beyond anything I'd everexperienced in my life, I bent over and kissed the underwear,grudgingly, and was careful to kiss the cleanest piece of cloth I couldfind.
"No, no," she smirked. "Right here." And she pointed to the thickbrown stain. I hesitated, and she added, "That's right. Kiss theskidmarks in my underwear."
This time I felt broken by the humility, and figuring it was no useto attempt to retain any dignity, I leaned forward and place my lipssquare on the stain, and held them there. The dread in my heart was nocompetition to the erotic scent that wafted off the underwear, and Iimmediately began to spring a hard on.
The look on her face was amazing. She looked almost glassy-eyed asshe bore witness to my humiliation. She seemed to soak in everydetail.
"I'm sorry, but that is so hot," she said. "There's something aboutwatching you kissing what is essentially a shit stain in my underwearright in front of me. You should see yourself! You look like youcould cry from the humiliation!"
She suddenly pulled the underwear away, and leaned down until ourlips were nearly touching. I thought she was going to kiss me and itstartled me, but she just sniffed.
"Gawdamn," she exclaimed, "You stink!" And then she giggled. "I cansmell my piss on your face!" she added gleefully. She pulled back anddelighted in this thought for a moment.
Then like watching a light go on in her head, I could see she justhad some devilish thought come to her. "Alright, Brad, you're notgoing to like this, but I need some proof that you're going to keep upyour end of the bargain. A test if you will."
I gulped.
Her face looked downright evil in it's glee. "Here's the test... You have to let me mark you as my slave."
"What?" I asked in surprise. "What do you mean? Are we talking atattoo? You want to brand me or something?" I asked doubtfully.
"Noooo," she said. "I want to mark you as mine. As my territory, so to speak. Like dogs do..."
"What are you talking about , Angie?" I really had no clue where shewas going with this.
"I want to piss on you. Y'know, mark you as my property."
Suddenly, my increasing doubts came to a head. Although I'd oftenfantasized about something sort of like that, I'd never really comethat far, even in fantasy. It had always surrounded simply sniffingher underwear, or cleaning them with my mouth. Additionally, theimplications of allowing a fantasy — no matter how exciting — to becomereality were not lost on me. It would change me; it would change bothof us forever. Partially to not give in too easily, I scream-whisperedat her, "No fucking way!"
"Aunt Jeanine!" she called upstairs lightly and confidently, and Ifelt a sudden clutch of fear kick me in the nuts, like the feeling youget in free fall or when riding a particularly scary roller coaster. Ifelt my hard-on wilt. She paused to enjoy the raw fear on my face andcontinued, "Is it OK if Brad and I go down to the boardwalk tonight?" Then she looked down at me with smug triumph.
As my Mom called down her approval, I folded inwardly. I resignedmyself to letting my 18-year old cousin have her way with me, in anyway that she wanted, not merely in fantasy, but in real life. I knewit would define me to her for as long as she knew me, and it would meanshe could look at me and say to herself "I made him do this... or dothat..." No words can describe the combination of elation and defeat Ifelt at her hands at that moment. I knew I was at her mercy and Icould feel to my soul that there was not going to be much mercy to behad.
"Alright," I agreed meekly.
"Really??," she cried out in surprise. "Are you serious???"
"Yes," I said to my own disbelief. Then she began to unzip herjeans.
"Right now?!?" I protested.
"Sure," she said with an easy air, "you can strip down afterwardsand wash your own clothes before coming upstairs."
"What'll I wear? Mom and Dad'll wonder why I'm spending the wholenight downstairs!"
"You'll think of something," she laughed between snaps of the gum. I stared in disbelief at her body as she did that little hip shiftingthing girls do when they're pulling off tight clothes. The sightsecured me to my fate as certainly as any physical contraption could.Still, the erotic tension conflicted dramatically with the dread thatgripped me. This all seemed to be happening so suddenly, so fast.
Finally, she'd gotten her pants down and kicked them off. I was nowstaring at a pair of underwear that I recognized as a pair that I hadsniffed, licked, and washed a half dozen times in the last 2 months. But this time they were still on Angie, and I hated to admit it, but mycock belied an eagerness to comply with Angie's meanest wish that Icould not deny. I felt mesmerized at the sight of her thinly veiledpussy, and I swear I could smell her wonderful scent, though that mayhave simply been from her underwear on my face earlier.
Angie looked thoughtfully for a moment as though she were thinkingabout something, and then said, "Get on your knees. Maybe I'll makeanother deal with you that might let you off the hook..."
"On my knees?"
"Yeah, of course! You didn't think I was going to piss on your legor something did you?" she giggled. "Don't worry, like I said maybe wecan work something out that might get you off the hook."
I reluctantly dropped to my knees in front of her. Now I could seeher underwear more clearly, and I could definitely smell her scent. That scent really had the power to make me lose all rationale...
"Kiss my feet," she said, "and if you do a good job, I won't... ...well, you know!" I found her momentary shyness incrediblycharming.
"Just kiss them, right?" I asked tentatively, feeling that an outwas a good thing at this time, in spite of the pressure of myexcitement. The demeaning nature of literally being pissed on justseemed too much.
"Yeah, I guess," she answered slowly, as though she mightreconsider, "but, I'll be more impressed if you lick them good too!" And she giggled as she shifted one foot forward. She was wearing thosesocks they called "peds" that were so popular at the time, with thelittle ball at the heel. I noticed they had that two- or three-dayscent to them that I had grown weak from.
I peeled the moist sock off of her foot, and heard her giggle inanticipation of my dirty deed. I bowed down before her and kissed herfoot. The truth is, as rank as it was, it somehow smelled beautiful tome. I warmed to my task as I kissed each toe. I began to lick inbetween each of her toes, savoring (or enduring) the sweaty cheesytaste.
Then, placing the side of my face fully on the cold cement cellarfloor, I began to kiss the arch of her foot. I began slavishly tryingto lick the bottom of her foot. While my tongue ran along theunderside of the sweaty arch of her foot, I was also forced to lick thecellar floor, too. I knew that she would notice that I was going aboveand beyond the call of duty, and that this would expose my weaknessesto her, but I was beyond caring and really didn't want to be pissedon.
Suddenly, I began to hear a trickling sound, and then I noticed herfoot was wet. I tentatively licked a droplet off of her foot, and justbefore I realized what it was, I felt a rivulet of hot fluid begin torun down beside my ear and down onto my neck. I was in such shock Icouldn't move. The trickling sound grew to more of a splash, and Icould feel the hot liquid spraying down on the side of my head.
I lifted my head off the floor and looked up at Angie. She hadspread her legs and pulled her underwear to one side. I saw herbeautiful pussy for the first time, no more than a foot or so from myface. I could smell the sweet pungency of pussy juice over the headyurine. Suddenly my vision blurred as a hot stream of blinding pissshot from her pussy, directly into my face. Shame burned inside of meas I realized that my cousin had just made me lick her feet and wasnow urinating on my face anyway. In spite of my obvious willingness todegrade myself for her, she had tricked me into even greaterhumiliation!
I felt an odd and very powerful combination of outrage, arousal andhelplessness! I could have moved but my desire wouldn't let me, and Iknelt there and let my cousin continue to piss on me. My own arousalhad enslaved me to her. After what seemed like an eternity, but wasprobably no more than three or four seconds, I finally began to come tomy senses and react.
I opened my mouth to say something to her, but she directed herstream right into my mouth and hissed at me to shut up. In uttershock, I clamped my mouth and eyes shut as the hot flow splashed allover my clenched lips, some going up my nose.
Her piss rolled around in my closed mouth as she continued to pisson my face. I was shocked at the taste — a little salty and pungentbut mostly, well sweet! I had piss in my mouth and it tasted GOOD tome! I suddenly felt I had no choice but to swallow, and I did, andthat was the first time I ever drank someone else's piss, let aloneright in front of them.
Suddenly the flow of hot piss all over my face stopped. I opened myeyes and saw that she was quite flushed. She'd even stopped snappingher gum, but she didn't seem the slightest bit embarrassed about hernaked pussy being available to my gawking eyes.
Looking down at me she spoke awkwardly, "You... you... drank it,didn't you? I can't believe I just saw you drink my piss!" Then shesneered, "Open your mouth again, or I'll tell your Mom everything. Iswear." The amused smirk from before had given away to something muchmore serious and dangerous on her beautiful face. She seemed sopowerful and irresistible.
I opened my mouth, and she move her hips forward and down so thather stiff clit just touched my upper lip, her pussy hair tickling mynose. Over the strong stench of her urine, I could smell the sweetstrains of her wet pussy more strongly than ever. I felt some of hergirl-juice starting to flow from the lips of her pussy. I'd neverexperienced anything so powerfully erotic or beautiful in my entirelife.
Then the pissing resumed. Most of her piss went right into my open,waiting mouth. The rest sprayed all over my lips, chin, cheeks, andneck.
This time I forced myself to keep my eyes open so that I would notmiss any of this spectacle. Some droplets splashed up into my eyes,and it stung, but I quickly blinked and reopened my eyes. Extremehumiliation overcame me, and my cheeks grew hot with the stingingdegradation. When her piss filled my mouth, I gulped it down, and Isavored what it was like to have another person's waste in my body.
She gawked in surprise as she continued to witness me voluntarilydrinking her nasty piss like it was delicious. The look on her faceclearly showed she was basking in every second of this ultimate stroketo her ego.
Eventually, her piss slowed to a trickle, dribbled over my chest,and then on my pants, and finally to the floor. She looked down at me,and that smirk returned to her face. But this time, it also had atouch of awe in it, like she couldn't believe that she had just made medrink piss.
We stayed in that position for a moment, staring at each other, eachbreathing heavily, and then she sprayed one last little squirt onto myface and smiled.
The passion that held me like a prisoner while my cousin pissed onme now forced me to the initiative. I grabbed Angie by her hips andburied my face in her piss-laden pussy, fervently kissing her as thoughI was kissing the love of my life on the mouth. She surprised me alittle by not resisting at all. In fact, after a few seconds, when Ibegan opening my mouth and tongue-kissing her, she began grinding herpussy into my face.
It felt like I was drowning in her pissy come as I lapped hungrilyaway at her lips and swollen clit. Then she grabbed my hair and pulledhard as she bucked into my face and came in my mouth. It hurt likehell, but even if I were inclined to yell, her pussy would have totallymuffled my cries anyway!
It looked like she was literally biting her tongue as her facecontorted in orgasmic pleasure and she fucked my face for all it wasworth. Her hips bucked forcefully into my face while I strained tokeep my mouth open to accommodate her coming pussy. Cream seemed tojust pour out of her and I swallowed it as my mouth would fill, feelingeach spasm and jerk of her hips as she came. Finally, her orgasm beganto ebb, and she began to release her commanding grip on my hair. Ifelt like a human dildo and toilet.
When she finished coming, she pushed me away and began wipingherself. Her urgency suggested she was beginning to feel the samepanicky awareness of my parents that I had. Her manner began to relaxas she pulled on her pants, though. As she turned to go upstairs, shelooked back at me, smiled, and whispered, "Just marking my property,Brad. I know you understand. Don't forget to clean up all that piss",pointing to the floor. Then she winked at me and disappeared up thesteps.
I knelt there in disbelief. I couldn't believe that I was wearingmy cousin's piss and that there was even more sloshing around in mystomach. I wondered if I might get sick. I began to notice that whenI exhaled, faint strains of ammonia stung my nose. I felt like a humantoilet, and the feeling is extremely low.
Yet, in spite of the deep degradation, I began to feel euphoric. Ifelt a complete release in this degrading worship of my cousin. It wasas though some deep hidden monster in both of us had finally beenreleased. I still had not come, and the tremendous amounts of hormonesrushing through my system seemed downright painful! In the privacy ofthe moment, I felt my last trace dignity break, and I gave incompletely to the impact of what I had done, that I was by nature mycousin's inferior, servicing and worshipping her while letting her usemy mouth as her personal toilet.
I was so overcome by the erotic, hot, stinging, shame of it that Iquickly pulled off my own pants, and knelt right back down in the samespot where she had just pissed on me. Then I leaned forward and beganto kiss the cellar floor where she had stood. There was now a puddleof her piss there, and I dipped my lips into the rank fluid over andover again as I pulled on my maddeningly stiff prick.
Then, as an act of final self-degradation, I opened my mouth andbegan to lick her now cold piss up off the cellar floor. I extended mytongue completely until I could feel the cold polished cement all theway to the base of my tongue as I licked up her piss, along with a gooddeal of cellar floor dirt. When I began to think about how Angie wouldreact if she could see THAT, and the look of arrogant, laughing triumphon her face, I blew cum everywhere. The feeling was so intense Iactually passed out briefly, and came to to find I had lain my head onthe cellar floor in the shallow pool of Angie's piss.
With the release of all that orgasmic pressure came a wash of shamethat was so intense I didn't think I could bear it. I was sure that Icould never look anyone in my family straight in the eyes again, leastof all sweet Angie.
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I wiped up the remainder of Angie's piss with some towels andcleaned the floor with water from the washer. Then I stripped my ownpiss-soaked clothes, and put on sweats hot out of the dryer. About ahalf-hour after that, the cellar door opened and Angie's voice calleddown to me.
"Brad, I'm headed down to the boardwalk now! You comin'?"
I couldn't tell if the slight amusement I heard in her voice wasreal or imagined, but I was shocked at how upbeat and friendly shesounded. I got the impression she really wanted me to come with her. It filled my heart with such delight that I reversed my original planto blow off the boardwalk and stay home to try to get a grip oneverything that had just happened.
"OK," I called up a bit tentatively, "can you give me 15minutes?"
"Why — do you need to shower or something?"
This time the amusement was subtle but unmistakable.
"No, I need to ah... ...find something to wear..."
"I'll bet," she said, with a barely audible snicker, and the cellardoor closed.
I used water from the running washer to clean my face and body asbest I could, and used a dirty towel to dry off. My heart raced as Irifled through the clean laundry to find something decent to wear. What could she be thinking, I pined, adrenalin coursing through myveins. I really thought things might get really weird between us now,and that we probably would want to just avoid each other, at least forawhile. I'd never dreamed that she would want to risk being with me sosoon, and alone to boot. What could we possibly talk about, if not the"incident"? It was at least 5 minutes to the boardwalk. I anticipateda very nervous, silent walk to the beach.
After I'd dressed in something suitable, I ran up the stairs andbegan to wait for her to come out of her room. Two months earlier,that would have irritated the piss out of me, but now I felt I couldawait forever for this goddess and feel nothing but gratitude at hereventual company. I gradually became aware that my breath must smellhorrible, with that persistent slight ammonia aftertaste, undoubtedly aside-effect of drinking Angie's piss. I went to the bathroom andquickly brushed my teeth.
When Angie finally appeared, my jaw nearly hit the floor. She waswearing a tight white, ribbed sweater with a plunging v-neck that hadthe dual affect of emphasizing the size and shape of her tits wherethey were covered, and drawing your eye directly to the cleavage wherethey weren't. Her shorts were a tad looser, but did nothing todisguise the fact that her hips were perfectly articulated to thatamazing waist. She did a quick spin, beamed at me and asked, "What doyou think?"
"Angie, let's get you out of here before my mom sees you and makesyou change!" was all I could think to say, but I felt my cock startingto get hard again. As I followed her out the door, I couldn't helpstaring at her ass, which — as beautiful as she was everywhere else —was by far her best feature in my opinion. It had perfect width, andwas almost impossibly round. I'd seen her in bikinis and I knew thatthe skin of her bottom was perfectly smooth, and in spite of herexaggerated curves, she was very tight and firm.
I felt faint as I thought to myself, this beautiful girl just pissedon me no more than an hour ago!!
When we got out to the sidewalk in front of my house, I fell inbeside her and we began a leisurely stroll toward the crashing waves ofthe beach, which was about four blocks away. Sure enough, things weresilent, and I at least felt awkward.
"That was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, Bradley"Angie said, breaking the soft silence of the moment.
I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic, but she sounded sincereenough. Still, how does one respond to someone who is complimentingyou for letting them piss on you, I thought. I decided you didn't, andstruggled with the urge to pick up our pace to end this interminablewalk.
"I mean it's one thing to let me pee on your face," she continuedwith barely concealed bemusement, "but it's another thing entirely toopen your mouth and drink it!" I sensed she was looking at me as shesaid these amazing words, and I tried to meet her eyes. I saw anintensity in her I'd just seen for the first time in the basementbefore. In the light of the streetlights, her pupils were quite large,and that gave her eyes that over-sized quality you see in an animedrawing. To me, the effect was the same as looking into brightsunshine, and I quickly looked away.
"No, look at me!" she demanded softly. "I want to see the look inyour eyes when we talk about this."
She had stopped dead in her tracks. I stopped too, then turned andlooked up until our eyes met again.
"It's one thing," she repeated, "to let me pee in your mouth, andquite another to actually drink it, but what I think was so very sweetof you was to kneel down and lick my piss off the cellar floor after Ileft..." She waited a moment for the shock to register on my face, andthen satisfied, smiled in such a way that I can only describe asevil.
"I... I... I... How did you--"
She laughed easily. "I went outside and looked through the cellarwindow at you! I knew you hadn't come and I just knew you would wantto Ôfinish', so I went outside to watch the show! Let me tell you, Igot way more than I bargained for! That was worth this whole stupidsummer!" Then she laughed outright at me, and the twinkle in her eyeaccentuated her obvious glee.
Once again, I found I was also at a total loss for words.
"That was the sickest thing, I've ever seen," she said, and turnedagain toward the beach, resuming her stroll. "God, I loved it though! You have no idea what it feels like — how goddamn good it feels — towatch somebody kneel down and literally lick up piss, YOUR PISS off theFLOOR!"
It took me a moment to regain my composure and take a few quicksteps to catch up with her. We were almost at the boardwalk.
"You really liked it?" I asked, barely able to hear my ownvoice.
"Come on, Brad. What girl doesn't like being worshipped? You'vejust taken it to such a literal extreme, I just can't get over it. Imean it really WAS nice, in a very kinky sort of way..." She smiled. "You know what? I think it was so sweet of you, that if you want I'lllet you fuck me, or suck your cock or something. Would you like that? I mean, you really earned it, I think."
In a day that had been filled with stunners, this one may have takenthe cake (at least up to that moment), and I couldn't make up my mindwhich was more unbelievable: that my incredibly gorgeous, sexy cousinwould offer to let me have sex with her for drinking her piss, or thather tone was so incredibly sincere in the offer!
"Come on, stupid!" she said, teasing. "It can't be that hard toaccept! I'll let you do anything you want, but just this once! What'sit going to be?"
I suddenly felt a sense of great emergency, like watching a greatand eternally locked door of opportunity open up briefly. I couldn'tthink about it long, and I remembered how good she looked when wewalked out of the house a few minutes ago...
"Let me kiss your ass, Angie! Show me your asshole, and let me kissit!" I blurted out, and I almost slapped my hand over my mouth to stopthe rush of words.
"Ha!" Angie exclaimed in amazement. "You can do anything you want,and what you really want is just to kiss my ass??"
"And lick it and suck it," I finished. "Your assHOLE" I addedquickly to make sure I was clear.
We were at the boardwalk. She grabbed my hand and started pullingme in the opposite direction of the rides and flashing lights thatreflected off the weathered wood, away from the buzzing of groups ofkids our age, a few beach codgers, and the occasional cop. She pulledme toward the stairs leading to the beach, and then we walked downtoward the water. The sights and sounds of the boardwalk began tofade. We walked in silence for about five more minutes, hand-in-hand,and the sound of the crashing waves began to become the dominantsound.
Then we walked back away from the shoreline toward the boardwalk,but here it was quiet, dark and quite deserted. She lead me under theboardwalk, and I sensed that she had come here before. Now we weretruly alone. The distant rides and signs of the amusement pierscombined with the softer light of the moon to provide just enoughillumination that I could see her face clearly. Her anime-cartoon eyeswere larger than ever. She looked like a dream.
She pulled off my jacket, and threw it down into the sand and thensat down on it. She looked up at me and patted the sand next to her,and I sat down next to her.
"You really want to kiss my ass?" she said, her voice sounding low,and husky. I'd never heard anything more seductive.
I nodded, and hoped that she could see, because the lump in mythroat had eliminated any chance for speech.
"What do you want in return? There's got to be some catch! Noguy's just going to kiss a girl's ass without wanting something. You're not going to try something mean, are you? To try to get back atme for pissing on you?"
I started to respond that that was really all I wanted, but then Icaught myself, and thought that I'd ask for more after all. This girlhad seen my true nature already, so I figured I'd take a chance.
"No, I have no interest in doing anything mean," I said, "I know itsweird but I feel grateful. I didn't think I'd like it, and yet I didand I haven't even begun to understand why or what that says about me. All I know is that I worship you and I love worshipping you. There Isaid it. You want to know what I really want to do? I want to kissyour ass. I want to kiss it when it's dirty. I want you to let mesniff it after you've gone to the bathroom." She didn't respond, and Icouldn't look at her, so I threw caution to the wind. "I want you tolet me wipe your ass when you go to the bathroom — with my tongue, andI want you to piss in my mouth again and again. I want you to let melick your pussy and I want you to come in my mouth. There. It's allout now."
Something about having confessed all of this made me feel a strangerelease from fear. I figured I had nothing to lose, and since Ifigured she couldn't be any more disgusted, I was just going to let itall out. I figured she was going to explode with horror and disgust atany moment, so I rushed on...
"I want to be your slave, Angie. I dream about it all the time! When you came down into the cellar and caught me with your underwear,that was the first time I..." I stopped a moment, then continued, "wellnot the first time I did that, but it was the first time I couldliterally TASTE your asshole. I wanted more, I wanted toÑ"
I felt two of her fingers press lightly against my lips, stoppingme.
"Shhhhhh," she said, sounding oddly like a mother to an upset child,"don't say anything else. You're already my slave, remember?. I evenmarked you." She let a wry grin creep across her face. "If Iunderstand you properly, you're telling me you want me to be nasty toyou, like earlier tonight, only even more so, and in return for that,you just want to worship me even more for it, and get me off all youcan..."
I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up as she spoke, and Isimply nodded. Part of me wanted to just crumble right there, but Iheld it together. She moved away from me, and in spite of her words, Ifeared this meant she was going to turn tables and get up in disgust,abandoning me to the shame of my own perversion. But when I allowed myeyes to glance toward her, I saw that she had turned over on my jacket,and lay down.
"Kiss my ass, Brad," she said, "Show me exactly what you want to doto me."
I stared at her in absolute shock, and watched her arch her back andsay, "Well?"
I jumped up and crawled up behind her. I stopped and just took abrief moment to admire her remarkable ass. With great anticipation, Isaid to myself, you're about to kiss this gorgeous creature's ass! Iactually felt light-headed for a moment, as though I was going to passout from the excitement. Then I leaned forward, and kissed the seam ofher shorts about one third of the way down her ass, at the place justbefore it plunged in between the cheeks of her sweet ass. I held mylips there in an impassioned and romantic kiss. I heard her sigh andarch her back even more, pressing my face harder into her ass.
I reached around in front of her, and unsnapped her shorts. As Ipulled them down, I witnessed this gorgeous bare ass for the firsttime; she'd worn no underwear! If you aren't an ass-man, let alone onewith my particular bent, you can't possibly appreciate the feeling ofabsolute gratitude and worship I felt at that very moment. I pushed mynose into the top of the sweet nasty ass-crack and sniffed deeply. Icould smell warm earthy scents that left no doubt as to where my facewas. I could also smell just a hint of the piss that I had drankearlier, coming from further down.
I wanted to absolutely degrade myself for this woman. I wanted tomake it as clear to her as possible that I was the receptacle for herabuse, bodily waste, and punishment that I had discovered I was atfirst scent of her dirty underwear. Passionately kissing the cheeks ofher ass, I first kneaded them with my hands like a sculptor workingwith precious clay, and then spread them, so I could see what wascertainly going to be the center of my universe, at least for as longas Angie would be amused by me.
And there it was! Puckered and wrinkled, looking incongruouslyarrogant and dangerous in the midst of all that beauty that was herass, like the stinger of a particularly beautiful bee. A hot and dampair wafted up to my nose, and I got to smell the reek of her netherworld for the first time in person. I decided this gorgeous creaturehad had enough gawking, and I bent forward slowly until the skin of mylips made its first, most gentle contact with the skin of her assholefor the first time.
Then I gradually increased the pressure of my lips to her asshole,until I was kissing that precious portal like it was the most valuedand wonderful thing ever known to man, at least this man. There was aslight stickiness to it that reminded me that I was worshipping a partof her body that she used to take a shit. The resulting wave ofhumiliation made my cock harder than hell.
Then Angie spoke, "How serious are you about this? How nasty do youwant me to be?"
Dangerously, I read her question as an implied promise, and in theheat of the moment uttered words I could never bring myself to say atany other time.
"Angie," I said as I kissed her asshole over and over, "I want youto think of the nastiest thing you can think to do..." kiss, kiss,kiss, "...and then I want you to do it. I don't want you to even thinkabout my feelings or whether or not I want you to do it. I want you tojust do it if you want to. You don't need my permission or approval. The only thing you need to say to me is exactly what you want me to doto accommodate whatever nasty use you may have for me. If I don't likeit, that's my problem!"
She laughed and said, "God, I LOVE your ATTITUDE!"
She let me kiss her ass a few more times, and then she reached backand pressed her hand into the back of my head, burying my face in herass. "How's it feel to kiss the ass of a girl who pissed on youearlier tonight? Good, eh? Open up, I have something for you," shewhispered throatily.
I opened up my mouth just in time to accept a long, hot wet fartright into my mouth! The reverberations were so violent my tongue feltnumbed as I felt the caustic gas flow into her toilet — my mouth!
She laughed excitedly and exclaimed, "Brad, you are such a pig! Ilove it! Kiss my ass and thank me for that!"
Frantically, I kissed her asshole and ass cheeks, while I savoredthe dirty odors coursing through my lungs, mouth and nose. "I owe youeverything for that, Sweet Angie! Thank you so much for so kindlyfarting into my mouth!" Kiss, kiss, kiss, lick, kiss on her asshole. I had no idea that cruelty could be so beautiful or that beauty couldbe so cruel! I knew where this was going, and it was obvious to methat Angie knew too. What's more, I knew that nothing was going tostop us if she wanted to do it!
"Suck my ass, Brad! Show me how much you deserve this, how much youwant it, how much you want me to do it to you!" I noticed that herfingers had started to stroke her clit. I pressed my mouth to herasshole, and began to soul-kiss it. I started with light lapping ofher tight hole, savoring the nasty taste, a taste I knew should disgustme. I began working my tongue into each wrinkle of the pretty littlebrown eye, wanting to memorize it's taste and every nuance. Then Ibegan to push my tongue past the tight ring of her anus, so that Icould French kiss this beautiful goddess's ass. There were lightlittle hairs that ran inside the crease of her ass and around herasshole, and I could feel them tangle in my nose.
When my tongue had finally gained entry, I was amazed at howcavernous it seemed. Beyond the tight seal of her asshole around thebase of my tongue, I felt nothing, tasted nothing. I decided I wouldtry again, and pulled my tongue out of her ass. When I did, I wastreated to an assful of rank farting. Heavier and wetter than the lastone, it was much stronger and had a very distinct bitter taste to it. It was a taste with which I was to grow quite familiar before the endof the summer.
Even though she was jerking off at the time, Angie thought it wastoo funny not to laugh at how she had just blown another fart into mymouth. Her sweet laughter added more delicious degradation to thenasty services I was doing for her. I literally swallowed her gas, notwanting any of it to escape. It was so rank, it made me involuntarilygag for a moment, which seemed even funnier to Angie.
Then Angie resumed stroking her beautiful clit, and I resumedlicking her asshole. I pondered whether she would let me lick thatsweet pussy of hers, then pushed my tongue back up into her assholeagain. This time, that cavernous feeling was gone, and things weremuch more snug inside, I pushed deeper and deeper into her, until thetip of my tongue pushed into something firm and exquisitely bitter. Ifroze as I felt the electric shock of realizing that my tongue had comeinto contact with what could only be this beloved female's shit.
I noticed she had stopped too, perhaps trying to read what hadhappened and what my reaction had been.
"Did you touch it?" she asked tentatively.
Not wanting to break this precious contact, I merely grunted anunintelligible "unh huh", and nodded slightly hoping that would beenough to confirm her suspicions. It was so bitter, and yet I couldn'tbring myself to pull my tongue off of her shit! I felt totally beneathher.
As though my response quelled some unanswered doubt she might havehad, she relaxed ever so slightly and laughed cruelly.
"You want it, don't you!" she said through want sounded like a grin. And I felt her bear down slightly.
The dirty bitterness engulfed the final inch or so of my tongue nowas it moved down further in her body. I thought, this is it! I'mabout to do the nastiest thing anyone ever did for anyone else!
"I want to hear you say it," she said, "but I don't want you to pullyour tongue out of there..." She thought for a moment while I absorbedthe taste of her shit through the tip of my tongue. "OK, if you don'tpull your tongue out of my ass right now, I'm going to shit —literally. You're making me have to go. Now if you want to keep yourtongue in there, you have to agree you're going to eat it, Ôcause Idon't want to get messy here!"
The sheer arrogance of her proposition made precum spill out of thehead of my cock. Then I felt her shit engulf another inch of my tongueas she relaxed her bowel control a little more.
For better or worse, I could not prevent myself from giving hertacit permission to shit in my mouth. I WAS HER SLAVE, and I was goingto prove it by EATING HER SHIT!
I felt her fingers busy themselves again with her clit, and then shebegan to bear down in earnest. I was surprised at how quickly the shitnow began to slide down to her asshole, forcing my tongue ahead ofit.
And then the moment of truth arrived. With one final grunt, I felther body began to wrack from orgasmic waves, and my tongue was expelledin a sudden burst of shit that filled my mouth. It was firm anddisgusting, and far worse in taste than anyone could imagine. I felt astrong gag reflex rising, but forced it down, along with the firstmouthful of this beautiful girl's excrement. My mouth and throatfilled with shit again, and I was forced to swallow it. Meanwhile, shewas still at the height of pleasure, and I could feel her body spasm asher orgasm skipped along, almost in time with my shit eating. Italmost seemed like my body being filled with shit made her body fillwith pleasure.
I accepted this particularly piercing humiliation, which only aperson who has been used as another's toilet can know. I sucked andswallowed her shit down while she came violently, obviously at myexpense. I wallowed in the bitter-sweet pain of being used in such ahorrible way. No amount of imagining and fantasizing can prepare youfor the stark reality of the dirty disgusting taste of shit, and theknowledge that another person thinks so little of you that they wouldforce you to experience the very worst possible tastes of their body. And this girl was coming over it! All the clichŽs regarding thedegradation and humiliation of ass-kissing and shit-eating flashthrough your mind, with the crystal realization that in your case theyare now absolutely real, not mere verbal abstractions.
And then, she finally reached that final climactic part of herorgasm; apparently the skippers were only the harbinger of what was tocome. As her hips writhed back and forth, grinding her ass into myface as she filled me with shit, I came too! The stinging shame of itstroked the same nerve that lapping Angie's piss up from the cellarfloor had only touched upon, and I came so hard that I thought for suremy head would split, that my brains would spill into the sand and thatmy mind would be gone forever.
Angie's orgasm finally subsided, even as she continued to shit in mymouth. Being male, my orgasm had finished well ahead of hers. Nolonger buoyed by the erotic tension of pre-orgasm, I now had toexperience the true nature of my degradation. The bitterness of theshit seemed to permeate the very core of my lips, gums and tongue. Honestly, I thought I was going to throw up right then, and there wasabsolutely nothing pleasant about it. But I owed her this, I thought,I promised it to her, and now I got to feel what it really meant to beanother person's slave, their toilet. After all, she had brought me toheights that seemed humanly impossible, and frankly from a practicalstand-point, she still had to shit.
The lowness I felt as I ate the rest of her shit cannot bedescribed. I felt like I might die. And yet I ate it all. I evenkissed her asshole clean as she instructed, then tasted the foulnessagain as she told me to lick her shit off my lips. I did it allbecause I worshipped her. And she did what she did, because it was funfor her.
She spent the rest of the summer enjoying the privileges almost noone on earth has experienced and none truly deserve. She shit on myface and in my mouth so often, I found that I actually began to cravethe incredibly foul bitter taste of her shit. One weekend, sheinsisted that I eat nothing but shit and drink nothing but piss. Ithink she came 13 or 14 times.
She only let me lick her pussy once, and I could taste the distinctflavor of sperm, and to this day I have no idea who's it might be. Inever fucked her, and she never sucked my cock. Our sexualrelationship was restricted to exploring the erotic possibilities ofdominance, humiliation, and toilet slavery.
I'm amazed that I never got sick, but somehow I didn't. When Angieleft at the end of the summer, a chapter of my life closed. Sincethen, I have never come close to realizing any of the amazing fantasiesthat Angie made so real for me then. She gave me a very sweet kiss onthe cheek and a warm hug when her limo arrived at our house the day sheleft.
"Thanks for a wonderful summer, Bradley" she said with a wink. Andthen she was gone. I stared after the limo long after it disappeared. She went back home and then off to college. I didn't see much of herin the years after that, and we never wrote or called each other. She's gone on to become a very successful writer, living in NYC. Istill live in NJ, but I've got hardcover copies of all of herbooks.
Recently my aunt (her mother) decided to show off their latestmansion by throwing a family reunion, and I'm going up to Long Islandto attend. I understand Angie is going to be there...