Complacency is a terrible sin, especially when you are complacent about someone you love, someone you have known since you were little five years old.
I can still picture Rose the day we started infant school together, a sweet grinning little girl with bright green eyes and a shock of orange hair in pigtails. Which is, I guess, why, when she said, "I know this club, women only, down near the beach, got its own pool, plenty of girlie nightlife. Fancy coming?" I just said, "Yeah, sure". No alarm bells rang in my empty head.
In my defence, I had spent much of my teenage years trying to get my hands into Rose's knickers. Only to be rewarded with cuddles, whispered giggles during sleepovers, and graphic blow-by-blow accounts of all the lucky boys who climbed the north face of her delicious pert chest.
I had noticed that she'd become chummy with a rather rough-and-ready group from her horsy friends. She'd progressed from using vacuum cleaners as vibrators to the joys of anal sex. I'd listened to her stories, and shared a few of my tamer ones, without noticing that Rose had also started on that slide into depravity. When she bought her fourth stallion, for example, I assumed that it was because she loved horses (well she does, and she'd always totally denied that the horse-thing was in any way sexual).
I only mention all of this to try and convey the deep dump stupid shock I felt as we drove to the Pool Club, when I realised that Rose was totally on heat about the whole thing. She wore a pink cheeked flush; laced her quick excited chat with innuendo, and was flirting with me. I mean, since puberty we'd known each other for twenty years and suddenly now was the time to tell me she'd always thought I was beautiful, my bum cute, my figure lovely.
She slipped the membership card into the gate to raise the barrier, and as I slowly drove up the gravel drive to the clubhouse, she rested a hand on my arm and whispered, "You might find the women here a little . forward. If you don't like it, we can leave anytime. But I think you're right for this place."
It felt very strange for sweet innocent Rose to be warning me that things might get a little bizarre. As we parked up I struggled to see Rose as this worldly-wise woman introducing her sheltered friend (me !!!!) into a more sophisticated world.
She stared back a me, smiling, her pale face freckled with the Sun's failed attempt to get a decent tan. She leaned across the car and kissed me, softly, lightly, tenderly, moistly.
"Oh Emily" she giggled, "you look so surprised".
Surprised!!!! I had in fact died, gone to heaven, and fallen back into my body with a start. A dream had just come true, and I wasn't dreaming.
She leaned across again and tongued me, firmly; her hot breadth in my mouth, her tongue hungry for mine.
The back of my mind tried to figure it out:
So Rose is kinky after all!
I wonder how kinky?
How come I hadn't noticed this?
Why had she waited till now?
Why hadn't I tried harder?
The front of my mind told the back of my mind to shut the fuck up: I was being kissed by my oldest, bestest friend and it was beautiful, and could we all please forget about the thinking thing and just relax.
My pussy twinged with excitement, my nipples strained to stand up through my dress. I felt dizzy as my tongue danced with her's.
We broke for air. "You still look surprised" Rose quipped, "Come on, let's go inside and get more comfy". I'd have quite liked to have just dragged her into the back of the car, but she was up and out with her usual bouncy elegance. I skipped off to catch her up, my head full of questions, my body full of desires.
The club looked expensive. Half a dozen passing women said "Hi Rose" as she signed me into the guest book. One tall attractive dark haired women drifted by, winked at me, and goosed Rose's bent over bum. "Piss off Andrea!" Rose laughed.
There was languid air of friendly intimacy about the place. The women wore loose bathrobes or swimming costumes; a couple were topless. I felt over dressed with just a sleeveless patterned cotton summer dress, gathered at the waist, some panties, and my trusty Doc Martin booties.
Rose caught me gazing at the classically painted ceiling, where naked full-figured eighteenth century women disported themselves in tender embraces. She tugged my hand and pulled me through the large oak door labelled Changing Room.
Compared to the ornate entrance hall, this was bright, light, clean and warmly damp; rather like me.
Rose's Locker (as stencilled neatly on the metal door) clanged open. She pulled out a swimming costume and some sun cream before snapping it shut again ... but I distinctly saw a riding crop in there, and some shinny jet black garments, which I couldn't make out except for the black cap with the metal studs in. As my head put two and two together my heart missed another beat.
I watched riveted as Rose unbuttoned her blouse. She was trying to act cool and was gabbling on about the club. But my ears were closed as my eyes boggled at her stiff nipples stretching the lycra of her grey sports bra. She whisked that over her head too. Her pert pale C cup breasts bouncing back into place. I lurched towards her small nipples, so light pink, so sniff, lowering my face into them.
"Haven't you been listening!" Rose's hands grabbed the sides of my head, stopping me from meeting my target. Half bent, I looked up at her with confused eyes.
She lifts me to her face, and kisses me. I cover both her naked breasts with my hands and squeeze them tight till just the nipples poke between my thumb and forefingers. Rose moans as I pinch them firmly, rolling them across my thumbs. She wraps her arms around my head and pulls me into a hard lip-smacking tongue-twisting snog.
The bang of a door startles me. I snap back, an instant reaction to caught "at it". Most girlie places like to keep that sort of thing tucked away in the showers, or the sauna. So I'm blushing as Andrea stands next to me saying, "oh darling, didn't mean to make you jump".
"Oh Rose" she gushes at my half naked friend, "you look so beautiful today" and she reaches out a hand and traces a lazy finger under the curve of Rose's left breast. "I wish my boobs were as pert as yours". Rose takes Andrea's hand, and places it firmly on her breast, her hand covering the other woman's.
"You'll have to forgive Andrea" Rose teases, not breaking eye contact with the tall dark pretty woman, "she's sort of the social secretary here, and she likes to meet ALL the new girls. Andrea, I'd like you to meet my oldest friend in the whole world, Emily"
With a voice like melted dark chocolate Andrea said hello to me, cupped my cheek in her free hand, and told me I was pretty enough to eat. The leer on her face kinda made it clear what she'd like to eat.
"Oh don't be such a vamp, Andrea" Rose teased, as she lifted up Andrea's arm, pushed her face into the deep nest of dark armpit hair, and began licking.
Andrea gasped with pleasure, her full titties wobbling nicely under the black shelveless silk top. Taking my cue, I lifted her other one and drove my tongue into the tangled sweaty mess, to wiggle the tip of my tongue against the hairy skin of her armpit. My mouth felled with a tangy saltiness, as my ears filled with a horse shout of "Jezzzzus ... Ohh ... God ... Yes!!".
I felt my own small breasts being fondled through my thin dress. Suddenly my head was pulled from underneath Andrea's arm, up to a hot sticky mouth, as Andrea plunged her tongue into mine. I felt so charged by her wild kiss. Which ended in a shout of "Hey! Hey!" as Rose pulled me off. "I haven't even had her yet!" she was moaning.
"OK, OK" Andrea was saying, calmingly, "but when you're ready, come up to my table."
She turned on her heels smartly, the little red mini staying rigid to the curves of her shapely bum, and marched off with a walk that danced her backside.
When I turned back to Rose, she'd just finished climbing into her scarlet one piece swimming costume, cut high over the thigh and just a thong up the crack of her exposed buttocks.
Her green eyes looked up a me, yearningly. I gave her a big hug and whispered, "where can we be alone".
"I told you" Rose replied with exaggerated patience, "we don't have to be alone, we can do whatever we want to do, anywhere." Her eyes fixed me with dilated pupils, as her fingers tip-toed down the front of my dress, unbuttoning me as she went. With one light brush, she pushed the open dress off my shoulders. It slid down my arms and fell to the tiled floor. I stood frozen, goosebumped in chill excitement, waiting for her to take me.
She bent her red head over my one of small delicate breasts, and engulfed it in her mouth. I leaked a soft moan as her tongue found my stiff nipple, and pressed it hard against the roof of her mouth. I softly stroked the top of her bobbing head as she nibbled and tugged at my titties.
Another woman entered the changing room. In her mid forties, wearing brilliant white to show off her suntan. She noticed us without a flicker of surprise. She undressed, sat at the other end of the changing room, pulled her legs up on each side of the bench, and staring at me, began to masturbate.
My pussy twinged with slutty lust, and hoarsely commanded Rose to "touch me", pushing my pelvis forward. Rose ran her hand over my bare tummy, and slipped it inside the waistband of my panties. As her fingers crawled through my light blonde bush as I squatted slightly, to open my legs for her.
I couldn't help moaning as her small fingertips dipped into the inky sticky wetness of my pussy. I moaned again, louder, just it felt so good to have my best friends softly eating my chest and exploring my pussy with her fingers, while a perfect stranger sits in a corner, rubbing her hand through the dark mass of her big bush, getting all hot watching me.
Rose, big green eyes grinning up at me, tugged my panties down. Feeling weak, I stepped out of them, and sat, opening my legs, placing a booted foot on each side of the bench, mirroring the woman opposite. Except that between my legs, Rose pushes her head, exploring the folds of my cunt lips, till she licks up under my pussy hood, and tickles my rigid clit with the tip of her pointy tongue.
I was all hot now. My breadth was short, and I could feel sweat form on my forehead and under my arms. I pinched at my nipples as Rose used one hand to keep open my pussy lips, one to finger my vagina, and her mouth to lick and lap my pussy and clitty. The little bitch had done this before, and my heart ached that this was the first time she'd done it to me.
The stranger opposite was hot too. I could see her cunt gleam, as one hand diddled her clit, and the other alternated between riding up her pussy, and exploring the edge of her anus. Watching her dig her fingernail into her own arse made me twitch towards my climax in frustration. I closed my eyes and fantasised that Rose was using a dildo to fuck me up my bummy hole. Suddenly I was bucking my hips into Rose's face, crying
"F U C K ... oh .. shit... yes" to the room. She licked me out hard, forcing orgasmic yelps from me.
As I calmed to soft pant, Rose rose and kissed me, her face sticky with my juice. "I've wanted you do to that for so long" I whispered. "Me too" smiled Rose between kisses, "me too ... did I do it right for you?".
"Oh yes", I gushed, "though, you can be a little rougher with me and ... " I hesitated for a moment, "and my botty is very sensitive too." Rose blushed at our new intimacy.
"I'll remember that" she laughed, standing. I rose unsteadily and, with an effort, slipped into my bikini, though I don't know why I bothered. Rose lead my into the bright sunlight (past the wanking woman, now gathering herself up ... "who was that?" "dunno, why" "oh, nothing"). As my sunglasses took off the glare, a large bouncy pair of breasts wobbled past. I squinted to take in the details:
a nice pool
some women floating in it
a bar with a few bar flies
a maze of tables, sunlougers and umbrellas
a shelter, with a short plumpish woman tied to one of the supporting posts
and the smell of sea just down beyond the dunes
There wan't much vigorous movement in the full heat of the afternoon, except for Andrea waving us over to her table, and three young girls, who'd strolled over the to the tied-up woman, picked up something, and lazily took it turns to whip her back and buttocks with it. They giggled, she let out small yelps, they giggled more.
Andrea rose to kiss both our cheeks in welcome. Rose paddled off to the bar, leaving me to chat, and torture the hungry Andrea by seductively applying my suncream across my pale fair body.
She couldn't bear it, and knells beside me, holding out her hand. I squeeze the cum like cream on to her hand, and she slowly massages into my body. Still tingling from Rose's tongue, Andrea's fingers reduce me to mush.
I lean forward to nibble her ear, whispering, "what does a girl with a titching pussy have to do to get some relief round here", and pushing my wet tongue in her ear. Giggling with a wet ear, Andrea nearly falls over reaching backwards for her bag.
"Oh that's easy" she was saying as she pulled out a black strap on dildo. "Oh cool" or something else silly, I said, lifting up my botty to scoop down my bikini panties to my knees, and pull my legs up to my head. "Come on, f u c k me" I urged teasingly, as poor Andrea fumbled as quickly as she could to put on the strap under her red mini.
In a flash she was done and sprang on top of me, pushing the plastic hardness into the gooey wet of my vagina, stabbing me with it in not quite the right position, making me cry out in pain, till with all her force she trust five-six inches into me.
"Ohhhhhh, yes, fuck me!!! Fuck me harder". Andrea jabbed into me with all her force, the muscle tone on her arms showing how she worked out. She pushed my legs back further, so the panties between my knees covered my face, so I could smell my own leaked sex from them.
She fucked me hard, driving herself on as her own pussy rubbed against the leather of the strap on. My hands reached up and held her madly bouncing heavy titties, squeezing them through the soft silk top, so she "oh oh'ed" with pleasure.
Pumping and pumping under the hot sun, droplets of sweat ran off her nose, her chin, to rain over my face and chest. I reached up and pulled her face down as she hammered my pussy, so I could lick the sweat from her face. As my tongue tasted her salt, she climaxed, grunting like an animal, forcing her tongue into my mouth as her plastic penis convulsed inside
I pushed her panting body off me. She pulled her sweat stained top over her head, to let her sweating breasts bounce free. I took each in turn into my mouth, licking the sweat and biting the hard erect nipples. Before reaching down and tasting myself on the hard black dildo.
I turned over, raised my botty in the air, doggie-style, and used my hands on my buttocks to stretch open my arsehole. Something, not plastic, pushed itself up my arse and wiggled around. Andrea slumped down beside me, her dark hair tailed with perspiration, a drinking straw in her smiling mouth, sucking on a long drink. She offered me the straw, but I turned round to see who was in my bottom.
Rose smiled back at me as she wedged the dildo she was now wearing into the entrance to me arsehole. Slowly, firmly, she pushed herself into me. I grunted with the effort of accepting the plastic cock, dry, trying to relax my anus, till my anus gave in. Rose pushed into me a full inch, before withdrawing, and offering the dildo to Andrea, She sucked and slobbered all over it, allowing Rose to stick it back up my bum, further, harder. They did this a couple of times before Rose was deep side me, pumping my arse as Andrea had pumped my pussy.
I took my hands away from stretching my backside and pushed myself up so my shoulders were off the ground, to be on all fours properly. Andrea poked her tongue out at me, to show me the brown smear on her long tongue. I opened my mouth to her and she rushed to kiss me, letting me taste myself as her tongue wrestled with mine. She lazily reached underneath me, and crawling through my small bush, found my clit.
Gently, lovingly, her fingers circled my clitoris, as our combined salvia dissolved my shit on her tongue, as my best friend butt-fucked with long regular beats. God it felt so good. Andrea broke her kiss, and crawled, on her back, underneath me - like a mechanic fixing a car. After a bit of wriggling I felt her head push between my thighs, and her tongue apply its gentle pressure as it drew along my slit and started to lick my clit out.
My climax virtually ambushed me. One moment I'm hovering in heaven, the next I can't stop myself flooding Andrea's face with my pussy juice, or rocking back harder into Rose's thrusting strap-on. I find myself claming down, panting, muttering, "OK girls you can stop now". But the both completely ignore me. I look round, knowing the pain of my sore arse will soon be forgotten as these two hot bitches send me over the edge again.
Over by the shelter, the woman tired to the post is still being taunted by the gaggle of young girls. Her back is a criss-cross of red lashes, and her arse cheeks are glowing red as one of the girls smacks her buttocks with a ping-pong bat. The other two girls are laying on a table, ostentatiously 69'ing each other.
A light bulb flashes in my head. I look down at Andrea's mini-skirt. I reach and pull it up. A fragrant heat hits my nostrils as I lower my face into the sweaty jungle of Andrea's rich dark bush. My tongue gropes to dig out her clit from its hiding place. She lifts up her pelvis for me as I find my mark and start to chew out her hot pussy. But I can feel I am losing it again, as Rose slams into me, cursing me loudly, "You hot fucking bitch, I want you to cum, Oh yes, cum for your Rosie. Yessss, I love you Emily. I need to fuck you so much. Oh yeah. yeah, yea... "
Suddenly the air is filled with the shouts of Rose cuming. I'm cuming too, my eyes welled with tears, my pussy too tender to touch. Rose slumps over my back, a spent doll. I can feel my sweat run down me. I hunch my back to slide her off (so the two of us don't crush poor Andrea underneath me). I feel the strap-on leave my bum with a plop. I climb off Andrea ungracefully, caught by my bikini bottoms still round me knees.
I slump on my belly on a sunlounger, happy, sleepy, hot. Andrea sits in a chair, her legs apart, Rose between them, and whimpers softly as Rose's bobbing red head slowly eats out her pussy. I listen to them, but watch the woman tied up and her tormentors.
The woman is short, perhaps 5' 1", early forties-ish, plump ... though not really, just her small frame can't carry much. With dark short hair and a well rounded bottom. I can't see her front, as it is pressed up against the post she is tied to, but her breasts from the side look ample.
It seemed that any one was welcome to stop and abuse her. For example, I watched the woman who had masturbated as Rose and I made out in the changing room, stop, take a swig from a bottle, pull back the woman's head roughly by the hair, and spit in her face. But the three teenage girls delighted in attacking with a variety of implements: a black cat-o-nine tails, a ping-pong bat, a cane, a rubber hose.
The hose was push up the woman's bottom, much to her cries of pain, by the tallest one, a died blonde (I can always tell) with nice button tits ... all three girls were topless. She passed the other end of the hose up to the smallest one, a short puggish girl, with very short boyish sandy hair, charmingly pert button breasts, and a small dark pussy fluff, visible now she'd pulled her panties half way down her tights.
I sat up with a start. Partly because I realised from the slight squat the girl adopted, with the hose to her pussy, that she was about to go wee wee into the hose, and so give the tied up woman a hot piss enema.
But mainly because I realised I knew the girl. Not well, but she went to my school. She was in Year 11 (15-16 year olds) and was called something like Natalie or Nicky or Vicky ... yes, that was it Vicky, Vicky Sam. I struggled to remember if Vicky had any sort of reputation that would make her appearance here seem OK, but I can't think of anything. Then when I heard to tallest one call out "... do it to her" I realised that I knew her voice - she WAS one of my pupils. Jenny, the unpleasant step-daughter of Viv, our Religious Education teacher ....
and as that thought drifted by, my brain was hammered by the recognition of Vivienne tied to the post. Jenny and Vicky and the other one, an oriental girl who I definitely didn't recognise, had been torturing Jenny's mum, a colleague I'd worked with for, oh, four-five years ... not closely .. but still. I hadn't recognised them for the past hour or more.
Jezus, I thought, did they notice me being fucked over my two women, yelling my cums like a slut. God, they must off.
"I recognise those people over there" I hissed in panic at the other two. Rose raised her pussy cream covered face from Andrea's lap, smiled, and said, "coool" before Andrea's hand on the top of her head pushed her down to work. Andrea, struggling with the heat her pussy was generating under Rose's lapping tongue, said "why don't you go over and say Hi, go join in.
"but ..." I semi-stammered
"If your worried about being unmasked, don't be, they're just as kinky as you" then noticing the hose up Vivienne's bottom, remarked, "oh nice, that nice young girl is going to pee into that woman's bottom ... you say you know them, well darling, you must introduce me!"
Then she fell back to moaning softly, as Rose's licking edged her up, closer to cumming.
I stood up, deciding I must have been seen already, checked I looked cute, picked up the strap-on, and walked, heart thumping, as cooly as I could.
"Mrs van Haankden!!!!" Jenny shouted in excited recognition as I was a few feet away from them. She bounded up to, threw her arms around me, kissed my neck. "Mrs van Haankden, Mrs van Haankden, oh how wonderful. You look sooo pretty in that bikini. Oh and look, Wow! what an excellent toy". She took the strap-on and held it up for the others to see. The three girls laughed, but I could see Vivienne was very alarmed to caught "at it" - and at a most depraved "at it".
"Hello Emily" she said meekly, "you must think I'm a monster" she trembled.
"More like a depraved sado-masochistic lesbian monster, with a taste for young schoolgirls including your step daughter, which might be regarded as incest, but I'm not sure." I taunted, squeezing her plump tits hard, but winking at the girls. "A monster with a hose up her bum ... boy! I'd like to hear your confession down at church"
"She doesn't go to confession, she's not Catholic" the oriental girl said, correctly.
"This is Li" Jenny interjected, "she goes to St Mary's"
"I see" I said in my best teachers voice - or as good as it got with a pair of middle-aged breasts in my hands, "and what do you confess to?"
"Oh well" she teased, slinking her way over to me, "the usual sins of the flesh" she put her hand on my bottom, and gave it a firm fondle, "the deadly sin of lust". She was a few inches shorter than me, 5' 4", with a flat face, wide smile - from Malaya I reckoned. Her dark hair was pulled back into a rough pony tail, gathered in a big white hair band. Her A cup titties were tight, hardly moving as she walked, with small brown nipples. She wore a one piece green swimming costume, rolled down to her waist, cut high over her thigh, stretched over her pussy mound, with its prominent slit.
Li nestled up to my back, and slowly kissed, as her hands ran across my botty, then dipped inside my bikini bottoms, to touch me more, and slowly work down my panties.
"Ohh Miss" Jenny giggled, "you're a natural blonde" and ran a finger through my pubic hair, before pulling down her own bikini bottoms and showing me her light brown muff. She pulled my hands off her mother's breasts and placed them on her own bouncy boobs, as she guided her tongue into my mouth.
I stood, the filling in a beautiful teenage sandwich. Li nibbling the back of my neck, her hand between my buttocks, exploring my damp pussy from behind. Jenny pressing hot kisses against my mouth, sliding a hand inside my bikini top to sharply press my nipple, running her other hand down into the nest between my legs. The two girls giggled as their searching fingers met in my pussy. I felt dizzy with lust. I noticed Vivienne, her eyes wide in frustration, stare at us as she rubbed her body up against the pole she as tied to.
Behind her, still standing on a table, young little Vicky was carefully, diligently, softly pissing into the hose that ran from her hand, in a long bend, into Viv's bottom. She caught my eye, and smiled the sweetest smile.
"I'm ready" she announced.
Li and Jenny broke their lovely embrace of me. Li lead me to sit down a few feet behind Viv. She sat down snug behind me, her legs warping round my thighs. She resumed kissing my neck, as I relaxed into her. Jenny sat in front, her bum planted between my legs. I put my arms round her, to fondle her titties. We were like three rowers, Li, me, Jenny, snuggled up together.
Vicky got down off the table, and pulled out a small black plastic butt-plug from a bag. She handed her end of the hose to Jenny, and went over to Viv. With a snatch she pulled out the hose from Viv's arse - Viv yelped, and in a swift move, rammed the butt-plug up her bum. Viv cried "ARRRGH Shit!!!! Careful !!! Oh, the hurts" as Vicky put her whole body weight into pushing the plug into Viv's plump bottom.
"There" she said when the plug was firmly poking out of Vivienne's bottom, "now we should be just a few minutes". She lifted up her end of the hose. Jenny squealed as cool urine gurgled down the pipe and dribbled all over her front. She quickly turned, holding the hose over her head, so that it emptied out over me.
All three girls were screaming with giggles as I lent forward, tongue stuck out, and drank Vicky's cool piss as it leaked from the hose. "Ohhhhh Mrs van Haankden!!!" they all screamed as I made exaggerated happy slurpy noises, and rubbed escaping pee over my chest, over Li hands on my chest.
"Oh God Miss!!!" Vicky burbled, discarding the sadly empty hose, and walking up to stand over me. She stood with her pussy right up in my face. I craned my neck to poke my tongue between her cunt lips. Vicky shivered with pleasure. Running her hands firmly down the sides of her pink puffy pussy, I knew she was reaching inside herself, trying to find more golden pee for me. A short single squirt came out, peeing directly into my hungry mouth. It was so hot, so sour. I swallowed and sank my face into her sixteen year old muff.
I put my hands round Vicky's impossibly pert, oh so spankable bottom, to push her small hips hard against my face, as my tongue found, and started to torture the poor girl's clit. Vicky put her hands on my head, and pressed me harder into her pussy.
"Oh God Miss" (I loved it when they addressed me as a teacher, but in the wanton huskiness of a slut lover) "Oh Jesus Fuck, Miss ... make me cum Miss. Oh yes, please". I poked a tentative finger into the entrance of the young girl's arse. Vicky twitched, cried with pleasure, and squirted a last little pee into my chin.
My head slowly rocked as Vicky gently ground her pussy into my face. The slit of her pussy ran clean with her juice, her pee, my salvia. My tongue ached with the effort of keeping stiff, flicking the teenager's hard little clit. But her ache for release was greater. "Ohhh Misss, Ohhh Missss" she kept drooling, over and over again, scraping her pussy against my face, as my finger dug into her arse with the same slow rhythm.
She crosses an intimate threshold, and is mine. That delicious moment when you know she's going to cum soon, you have her. I slow down slightly. Vicky presses herself harder against my face. I control her on the lip of an orgasm, my tongue, gently circling her hot clit, balancing her on edge of ecstasy. "Ohhh Missss, Ohhhh Misssss" she still repeats, till suddenly all she can say is "Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! OOOOOhhhh!!! OOOOOOOOhhh" as she cums in wave after wave of slow pulsing orgasm.
Vicky loses her legs, and slumps into my lap, squashed between my front and Jenny's back. She nestles her head on my shoulder and wraps her arms tight around my neck. Li, from behind me, softly ruffles Vicky's short brown hair, and Jenny twists round a kisses her back.
"Excuse me!" piped up Vivienne, "I hate to break up this tender moment, but I'm bursting. could take this damn thing out of my backside."
"Ohhh Yeah" Jenny jumped up excitedly, "she must be ready". She skipped over to her mother, and slowly teased the butt-plug out of Viv arse. "Now wait till I'm ready" she told her mum, "promise you'll hold it in".
Viv promised between clenched teeth, as the pressure of Vicky's piss enema strained the muscles in her colon. Vicky turned round in my lap to face Vivienne's backside, and Jenny sat in Vicky's lap. The four of us sat in line in Viv's line of fire: Jenny, Vicky, me and Li behind me.
Vivienne poked her botty out at us, a with a small grunt, pushed with her bowels to get rid of the painful fullness. She made a small fart and a small wet turd dribbled out of her bottom, plopping on to the floor. "Oh mummy!" Jenny wailed. Viv pushed again, grinding her teeth, heaving. A jet of yellowy brown slurry shot out of her arse and splattered over her step-daughter and her young friend behind. The piss enema had landed on Jenny's left shoulder, splashing the side of her face with runny wet shit, which tangled into, and dribbled from her blonde hair. Liquid poo ran her chest like a creamy brown lotion, covering her pert left breast.
Behind, Vicky, who'd been peering over Jenny's shoulder to get a good view, took Vivienne's enema straight in the face. She reeled back, blinded. I caught her head in my arms. Her shut eyes, nose and lips were streaked in watery brown shit. Breathing excitedly through her mouth, I could see small brown pieces of Vivienne's excrement on her white teeth. I leaned down to lick the shit out of Vicky's eye sockets. Softly running my tongue over one, then the other eyelid, tasting the earthiness Vivienne's shit, and smelling her on the young girl.
As I licked, my own head rocked slightly with the splatter of liquid shit hitting the side of my face, as Viv evacuated her bowels, mainly over her daughter again. Jenny, her hands shitty from spreading the hot, but rapidly cooling mess over her tits and tummy, was wanking herself furiously. Viv, begging to be released from her bindings, rubbed her cunt against the pole in frustration.
I wiped my fingers through my shit covered cheek, and slowly licked each in my mouth, before closing my mouth over Vicky's and tonguing her throat. My shitty hand trailed down her body to find hers fiddling furiously with her clit. I used my extra height to reach under her, and insert one, two, three, four fingers into her wet tight teenage pussy. She arched her back, her tongue fighting mine, so I could insert my shit lubricated thumb into her vagina.
I felt the sixteen year old start to tremble in orgasm as I started to pump my fist into her pussy. I didn't stop, and nor did she stop working her clit. My arm suddenly became hot and wet, as Vicky, lost in her pleasure, wet herself relaxing between the waves of cum that left her increasingly exhausted.
I didn't want to stop, but Li pulled me off, as Vicky begged me to. Li has a few brown stains across her soft pale skin, where she'd rolled with Jenny and Viv (whom she'd released) - but those two were totally hungry for each other.
We watched them for a moment, as the two of them rolled around in empassioned embrace, Viv licking her own shit off Jenny's messed titties. I was thinking how at school Jenny always acted like she didn't know her step-mother. Then Li's hand on my arm broke me back. She laid me down on the ground, and poked her slender, boyish bottom right in my face.
"I wish we had lovely nasty teachers like you at my school" Li was saying, squatting above my face. "My darling, you go to a Catholic school ... they know a thing or two about sin, so I'm sure you do."
She began to chat about her friends mostly being very conventional, and only with Jenny could she be herself ... and stuff. I'm afraid the focus of my attention drifted from her voice to her puckered anus, so close to me face it was making me cross-eyed. As she chatted, she used her hands over her buttocks to pull apart and then relax her bottom, slowly raising and lowering her arse as she went through the motions.
As her bottom came down again I craned my neck to poke my pointy tongue into the small opening of her puckered arsehole. Li "Ohhh'ed" ... stopped chatting ... and lowered her botty further on my tongue, till she was sitting on my mouth. I worked hard to wiggle my tongue in the entrance to the young girl's bottom. Li cooed and sang happy sexy noises out to me, rolling her hips ever so lightly to help me lick the contours of her delicate ring. I can't see her fingers digging through her soft straight dark pubic hair, to tease and rub her clit, but from the soft moans of her mouth, and the roll of her body on my face, I know she's bring herself off.
Suddenly, in the soft but muscular rim of her arsehole, the tip of my tongue touches something small and hard, as if a little clit has poked out of her bottom. I thrash my tongue around and around it as Li's cries and grunts take her close to cuming. The muscular wrinkles round her shit hole begin to stretch as the little cone of hard shit slowly grows. I wobble it forward and back with my tongue, helping to bring the young girl off in a loud, public orgasm. "Ohhh SHit OOhhh SHit" she's shouting at the top of her voice, the trembling waves of cum convulse her arsehole tight shut, and the tip of the turd is snapped off, and falls into my open mouth.
I roll the small piece of shit round, pressing it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue, chewing on it with my back teeth, before swallowing. Little Li recovers her composure, her tight arse relaxing, the remainder of the turd up her arse starts to glide down, easily parting her anus.
The warm damp blunt end, not at all hard like the tip, bumps into my closed lips, pushing them softly open as inch after inch of the firm but soft poo slides out of Li's bum. I find myself being gently force fed as Li's shit fills all the cavity of my mouth. No matter how wide I open, her poo continues to snake and coil its way round my tongue and over my teeth. Till I have to bit it off and close my mouth or choke. With my lips shut tight Li continues to shit over my closed mouth. I can't chew, I can't swallow, my mouth is too full. I turn my head and spit her shit out. It snakes and dribbles down her pale thigh, while she continues to shit on the side of my face, in my blonde hair, in my ear.
She raises her shitty bottom off my face, peers down at me, grinning from ear to ear. I give her a big chocolate smile back, slightly embarrassed that I couldn't handle her dump. Li raises her little oriental eyebrows, rather impressed with how much she's poo'ed. Reaching down, she scoops up a little in her hand, and then smears it across her small tight chest. She lifts my head up and folds me into her modest cleavage (like I have any thing to talk about). I nestle there, slowly licking each shitty titty in turn.
I think I heard the scream, before I registered that a nipple has been snatched from my mouth. I looked up to see Rose's face looming towards me, lips puckered. She planted a kiss on my shit smeared cheek with a cheery hello of "Hi Sweetie". Li was being firmly held by Rose as Andrea pulled her hands sharply behind her back and cuffed her wrists and then her ankles, before roughly pushing her to the floor. The poor girl cried "Ouch!!!" as she landed clumsily.
"You can't do that" I stammered as the two of them set about trussing up little Vicky in the same way.
"Well actually Emily" Andrea replied, with confusing cheerfulness, "when you agree to be a member of this club, you agree to everything." She reached down and dragged Jenny off her mother.