Lil' Goth Boy's Experiments 4: Backstage

More utterly depraved shit-sex in the toilets after a Lesbian Scat Gig  (MM, MMF, FF, Anal, Oral, Body Odour, Muffs,  Bald F, Farting, Heavy Scat)


This story owes a lot, especially the beginning and the character of Jett, to the lesbian scat story 'Rock Star'. It contains elements that are not found here (underage, fisting, incest) but I would still like to pay my respects to its author...but sadly I found it listed under two names. One said it was by 'Karen' (a very profilific lesbian scat authoress) another by someone named 'J' who apparently likes incest a lot. Thanks to both of you, anyhoo- even though you will probably never read this, because it contains yukky boys, I hope you carry on as great and perverted as ever.


We were at our regular club on live band night- there had been a couple of bands on while things were warming up but now the crowd was cheering as a new trash-rock-band, complete with catchy guitar riffs and an incredibly hot female singer clad in a thong bikini and fishnets. No one seemed really bothered about what they were singing about, as long as they could dance.

But as me and Darren moshed, both complete with full slap, I couldn't help noticing a certain theme to the lyrics. Everyone else was pretty far gone, but given the heat I'd decided to lay off the alcohol and thus it was I gathered - almost all the songs were about lesbian sex, and very kinky lesbian sex at that. I began to get very turned on and grind against Darren's hot arse, keeping my eye on the lead and her three back-ups (2 more girls and a guy on drums), until finally she dropped her guitar and strode off stage with almost regal power. The bassist, taking a diplomatic stance, thanked the audience and their drummer, Skunk, who was apparently a new addition. Then they were gone, but I couldn't help thinking of the last song they had played- as she yelled the title line, "Let me be your sewer lover!" I could have sworn I saw the glistening snail-trails of arousal dribbling down the lead's thighs...

Later, I was in the toilet- the one stall which hadn't been broken in some way- and was just about to leave when, through the half open door I saw a girl come in. The very girl who had been playing bass on stage- a trashy, petite little punk with torn stockings, tight PVC shorts and a head as bald as an egg. She looked around warily and I ducked quickly behind the door again. When she was sure no-one was looking, she undid a little zip in her crotch. Then, putting up a huge booted foot up on the porcelain edge of one of the urinals, she aimed a expert gush of fizzing piss right down the drain. She sighed in ecstasy and rubbed herself as fountains poured out of her cunny. Then she licked each of her stained fingers, zipped up her furpie once more, and left me literally drooling for her.

I went out again and saw her dancing across the other side of the room. I had a few more drinks and a thought entered my head...a thought which wouldn't go away. I agonised over watching the bald girl until, finally, she left the dance and started heading back to the toilets. She headed into the gents, as I had hoped, and I followed. When she realised, hearing the door slam behind me, that she wasn't alone, she did not look at all abashed. In fact, she looked a bit pissed off with me for having the affront to be in the toilets. But I did not bat an eyelid either and, overtaking her, sat down matter-of-factly between the urinal she had pissed in last time and the one next to it.

Then, just in case she hadn't got the message, I opened my mouth wide. This phased her, but only for a second- soon she'd clumped over, one huge boot dipped in the urinal, her hairy cunt revealed through the gaping split in her shorts. With a little squeak she let her bladder go, drenching my face as well as my tongue with her piss. She closed her eyes, her bald head gleaming the electric light, lost in some world of ecstasy. When she was done, she looked down, biting her lip.

I noticed that a little splash of piss had sprayed onto her boot- not wishing to waste any, I licked its dirty surface clean. The girl then pulled me up and into a long, violent kiss. She also guided my hand to rub her wet pussy.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed when we had broken apart, her elfin face grinning "That was great! I haven't ever had my piss drunk by a stranger before! But I guess you won't be a stranger much longer- what's your name?"

I told her it was Seb.

"I'm Rachel." She said "But everyone who really knows me calls me Rat. Like a sewer rat, you see- I'm always looking for the dirty stuff."

"I gathered from your song lyrics." I said

"Yeah, that's fuckin' Jett." Rat grinned "She decided there ought to be a band for the scat-loving punks so we got together. You go any further? With this kind of shit, I mean?"

"Yeah, I love it."

"Really? Well I have to tell you that before you get any more of me, you've got to pass a test."

"What test?"

"Fuck my boyfriend."

My eyes grew wide, and I began to feel almost sick with excitement and lust. If Rat thought this would separate the dirty men from the boys, she was in luck.

"Where is he?" I asked

She grinned again

"As soon as he finds out your here, he'll be with you." She said, and shot off.

While my heart pounded, I managed to coax my trembling fingers into writing a text to Darren-


"Cm 2 toilets. Crzy girl frm band wants us 2 fk boyfrnd- mayb more fun l8r- hurry! -Seb"


I had just finished sending the message, when the guy himself burst in, looking expectant. He was as tall as me, with a nice-looking face and a bald head like his girlfriend's. He wore dungarees with nothing visible on underneath,

and huge laced up boots, similar to the ones I had been licking just moments ago.

I recognised him instantly as the band's drummer, Skunk.

His eyes lit up when he saw me

"Wow!" He said "So you're Seb? You look fucking great- well then, let's get on with this!"

And with this brief introduction he ran into the empty stall with the busted seat and I followed.

"Rat's always after fresh meat." He explained to me "And she knows what kind I like- cute guys like you."

I smiled - I have been around too many 'manly' gay guys who think (despite all the evidence) that they are 'real men' to fall for this one.

"Don't think that means you can order me around." I said.

"On the contrary..." Skunk began struggling to release his arms from the shoulder-straps

"I've been looking forward to a good hard fucking. There..." He said, letting his dungarees drop round his ankles to reveal his sleek sweaty body "All yours."

He straddled the broken bowl, presenting his taught hairy butt to me, a fat length of uncut cock swinging between his open legs. Drooling, I prized the slippery

cheeks apart and inserted a finger. It slipped inside his shitchute nice and easily and he moaned, gyrating with pleasure. He farted as I let it slip in and out, the pungent aroma filling the filthy stall.

"Mmmmm yeah." He moaned "Ratty told me you like dirty shit like this...go on, you fart too."

I did as he asked, the sound ripping through my tight leather pants.

"Oooohh...that's good." He moaned, smelling my farts "Don't stop playing with my ass!"

I carried on plunging my fingers into his smelly anus until I decided I needed some real action. Unzipping my pants I eased my cock and balls through the fly, then split Skunk's buttocks once again to reveal the hairy, sweaty coit of his arsecunt. I forced the pink head of my excited dick into his filthhole and we groaned simultaneously as the earthy furnace of tight muscle gripped round hot meat.

I began fucking him mercilessly, but he kept on yelling for it harder. Thank god the music was so loud...

"Oh fuck man, yeah just rape my stinking hole...I want you to wreck me...faster!"

I couldn't keep it up for long - our bodies were soon drenched with sweat, Skunk's back slippery as a waterslide, and with an animal yell I spurted my first load of the evening into his boycunt.

"Mmmmrgggggnnnnyeah!"

"Oh wow...oh fuck..." Panted Skunk as he supported himself on the system "That was great...I felt like I was riding a bucking bronco!" He rubbed his asshole.

Suddenly, there was a restrained knock on the door, and Daz's voice

"Hello?" He said. Obviously he'd got my text.

"Don't worry." I told Skunk "Let him in. It's my boyfriend."

Skunk opened the stall door, and Daz, makeup half-melted into a black mess, his beautiful hair plastered to his face, came in looking dazed. He didn't have much time for this however, since as soon as Skunk got his eyes on him, he grabbed his tight little arse and pulled him into a passionate kiss. I could see his fat erection rubbing eagerly against Darren's stomach.

When they broke off, Skunk was smudged with vivid red lipstick and had a look of obscene lust and greed in his eyes.

"This is going to be the best night ever." He said, and me and Darren exchanged a look of agreement.

"Right, you, Seb, get up on the system. What's your name, honey?" He address my fetish-clad boyfriend.

"Daz."

"Well Daz you get behind me and have some fun. I'm going to get on with some cocksucking."

So saying, he started suckling on my now limp cock as I perched on the system, and Darren, having a lot of fun, sank to his knees and began slobbering at Skunk's fucked-out arsehole. Soon, of course, he had enjoyed a few of Skunk's loud, smelly farts in his face, but far from putting him off this increased the zeal and noisiness of his work, slipping his tongue between Skunk's thighs to lick his taint and balls.

My cock was soon awake again, and my new punk cocksucker was doing a good job of keeping it that way, only stopping to grunt and groan as Darren's tongue probed his dirthole.

As he moaned a few trickles, then a splash, and finally a fountain of piss burst from his near erect cock, splattering yellow rivers all over the toilet system and onto my trousers. His eyes screwed up with pleasure.

"Ahhhhhh..." He said, happily, seeming to indicate that he was satisfied for now "That was fuckin' great, guys. Now we're hard again lets pay Rat a visit- now you've proved you can deal with me, its time to deal with her."

He pulled up his dungarees in one movement, his pissy wet cock slapping against his belly, and I zipped myself up. We followed him, hearts beating loud and hard as the club's bass, to behind the stage. He pushed passed the bouncer on the door, saying brusquely that we were with him, and led us into the dressing room.

Before we were fully inside however, he stopped and listening. Then he turned around.

"Sssh." He whispered "We may have a real treat. When Jett, that's the singer, gets horny after a gig, my Ratty usually gives her some relief."

Sure enough, from round the corner we heard the panting and sighing of two very dirty girls

"Oh Jett you are so fucking nasty!"

"I know it gets you off, Rat. Lick me."

"Mmmm oh yeah I want that fucking dirty arsehole of yours...I hope you didn't wipe"

Jett sat flopped on the sofa, her cunny and ass exposed, her sweaty panties in her mouth, muffling her voice as Rat knelt by her, her bald head bobbing as she greedily munched on her lover's shitring.

We watched silently, and Skunk smiled.

Rat continued licking and soon announced that she had to piss.

Jett moaned

"Shit, shit, shit...oh yeah Ratty...piss for me..."

"Save some for me." Skunk stepped from our hiding place and grinned.

Jett looked around and laughed.

"You know I always get the prime cut" She smiled

Skunk shrugged "I also know you can get piss from any of the girls."

"But...well, you know" Jett winked but said no more.

Rat turned around, still kneeling, and squirming.

"Piss for her." Skunk said. And Rat released, a puddle of yellow liquid pooling between her legs. Jett looked at her and bit her lip, moaning.

Then, when the bald girl had finished voiding her bladder, Jett looked back at her boyfriend appraisingly. I was later to learn that at first she had been opposed to Skunk joining the band and spoiling the all-female nature of their shows, but Rat, until then forbidden ground, had promised that she would be more than willing to fuck her if her boyfriend was allowed in. Since she couldn't refuse the offer of unlimited dirty fun and an excellent drummer, she had agreed.

As she watched, he playfully pulled me and Darren in front on him, unzipping our trousers.

She raised her eyebrows.

"I see you've got your fun sorted out." She said "But it's still not my kind."

Skunk, and Rat, looked a little pained.

"No need to worry." She assured them, obviously trying not to look at our cocks "I have something planned too- just as long as you promise not to gatecrash."

Rat was about to say something when a large blonde woman stepped in. She looked at the scene with a thin, knowing smile of someone who'd seen it all before and addressed the singer, saying that there were 'two-young playmates' waiting for her at the stage door. Jett asked how young, and the blonde whispered something which made Jett very happy. She waved us, and then was gone to her own dirty adventures.

Skunk walked over to Rat, who was still kneeling. Without any ceremony, he let his dungarees drop once more and peed on her. Cascades slipped and dribbled in all directions off her hairless head until she turned her face up into the gush, washing in his pissjuice, gargling and swallowing as her buxom tits became soaked with it.

Just as the last trickles spurted out, a girl...no, a WOMAN, wearing tight black rubber and thigh-boots strode in.

She had long raven black hair which came down to her shoulders, and the body of an amazon. She was a definite bulldyke, three or four inches taller than Rat even in her huge clumping boots, and a face full of designer metal. She gave us all a twisted grin, drained the bottle of beer in her hand in one gulp, and belched loudly.

"Done enough dancing." She said in a heavy scots accent "You up for some fun?"

She took a closer look at the scene and gave a husky laugh.

"Looks like you didn't wait for me! Skunk, you fuckin' faggit, din't anyone ever tell you to share?"

"I thought you'd have your fun with Jett." Said the drummer, helping his girlfriend to her feet

"No...she's locked herself in somewhere, probably playin' with some underage tart, the fuckin' bitch." The new girl said, but without venom "'sides, when you're told you can have all the pussy you want, then all you want is cock."

She stared at Daz and myself hungrily as she uttered this last line.

"This is Seb and Darren." Said Skunk, feeling that introductions were in order "And guys, this is Chrissa, she's our rhythm guitar."

Of course, I had guessed this much- now all the band were together and up for some fun. Charissa came over as if to shake our hands but instead reached out and grabbed our butts with her muscular hands and squeezed.

"Pleased to meet ya." She said, smiling wickedly "Now which one of you has a taste for piss?"

"I know Seb does." Said Rat, ecstatically "You wouldn't belive it honey, he just got on his knees in the gents to slurp mine down!"

"Really? Well boyfriend here'll ha' to prove himself. Got a full belly after all that beer. You up for it, blondie?"

Darren nodded dumbly.

Chrissa grabbed another bottle from a case on the side and with a grunt of effort, pushed the cap off with her thumb.

"Down." She said, indicating Darren, and he obediently fell to his knees between her legs. Then she unzipped her tight rubber pants which split to reveal an absolutely enormous bush, curly and black and matted with sweat. As she slipped them down I saw a glint of metal. She had a clit piercing although it wasn't much use, buried in the hair as it was. With one hand tilted the beer up to her mouth and with the other she pulled apart her huge pink and purple labia.

She began chugging from the bottle and from between her huge puffy cuntlips came a jet of yellow spurting in all directions. Some gushed down between her thighs where it mingled with slimy girlcream, but most of it she directed into my boyfriend's eager mouth.

He gulped liked a pro as we three watched, but it soon became apparent that he wasn't going to finish it all. Chrissa was just keeping it coming and Darren was loosing steam. Eager for some myself knelt down beside him and we began sharing the acrid wine of her swollen bladder. But watching it spray from her pussy was not enough now.

I stretched upwards and, closing my eyes, clamped my mouth over her furry peehole and let it bubble straight down my throat. After the last was gone I started licking and eating.

God, it was foul but so, so good. Chrissa's bushy, beefy dykecunt was rank with sweat and, I guessed, the remnants of several little 'accidents'. Her love of the golden nectar obviously extended to wetting herself quite regularly. I felt someone pulling at my shoulders. Darren wanted a taste to. I made way for him. Chrissa was still chugging beer but she was beginning to kneel, and so slowly but firmly we forced her down, all the while licking like hungry dogs at her puffy, pink fanny. She finally let go of her beer bottle and collapsed on the ground, groaning and yelping at the pleasure of two hot mouths massaging her fanny.

We increased the speed, lucky Darren pushing into the dank depths of her womb and me serving her clit with the very point of my tongue.

I shut my eyes tight, trying to focus my whole mind on the forest-like world between Chrissa's thighs- her moans got louder and more animal until finally, with a guttural yell and a spasm of muscle which almost knocked me off, she emptied herself with a titanic orgasm which coated both our faces with in girlslime.

I shook myself off like the dirty dog I had become and blinked through my sodden hair. Though the blur of heat and slime I saw that Rat and Skunk had not just waited around to be entertained, and were having their own fun.

Rat was slurping away at her boyfreinds shithole, digging deep to find its foul treasures while he jacked his dick. Seeing me watching her, Ratty smiled with obscene pleasure and stuck her tongue out, letting me see the brown stains on it's spongy flesh. She was getting close to what she wanted, and Skunk was giving her all the help he could, sphincter pushing hard to combat the awkwardness of the standing position.

Incredibly, Chrissa managed to heave her taut body up, and, staggering a little from the dizziness of climax, helped us both to our feet.

"Shit, you boys are the fuckin' bomb." She said in a raspy whisper, biting her lip.

"My cunt is buzzin' like anythin'."

She looked over at the couple, still in their own loop of pleasure.

"What you need, Skunky, is some poppers." She said, walking over to a discarded rucksack in the corner, and pulling a little bottle from it.

Rat and Skunk stopped and they all took a noseful of the liquid's fumes.

"Loosenes up the shitter." Chrissa said, ripping out a long fart through her hairy butthole to prove it. "You wanna go?" She asked us

We both inhaled a long breath from the bottle, dizzy heat clouding our heads for a few seconds.

"Yeah, I thought you would." The big girl bared her teeth "Gotta get them arseholes opened for faggit cock."

Her aggressive, lusty pronunciation of 'faggot' really go me going.

"Like you'd know anything about cock, Chrissa." Skunk sneered

"I know more about cock than you'll ever know." The dark-haired girl replied

"Yeah? Surprise me."

Chrissa growled and before I knew what was happening, she had pounced on him and they were wrestling on the ground, pushing and shoving and trying to gain purchase. Rat began playing with herself, backing away a little into our waiting grasp.

"They sometimes do this!" She whispered excitedly "But Chrissa nearly always wins and fucks the shit out of him on the floor- she fucks so hard it leaves bruises on your arse! Play with my cunny, would you? I want to concentrate."

We needed no telling and fought to get into her tight shorts.

At one moment it seemed Chrissa had Skunk, caught between her legs and about to bring her full weight down on his cock, but he slithered out of her sweaty grip. Finally, after she made an ill-judged leap and fell onto the floor, he got her, shoving his full meaty length into her gaping, vulnerable cunt. He barely allowed her breath before he began pounding into her hairy orifice. They began shouting at each other.

He called her a dyke and a slut and asked how it felt to be fucked like a real girl for once. She growled at him that any fag could stick his dick in a girl but it took a man to know what to do next.

Skunk gave her a vicious spank which left a red handprint on her muscular cheek.

"Oh yeah! Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!" Rat moaned as we frigged her cunt. My fingers slipped and slithered against Darren's as she became sopping wet. I slipped my hand behind her and stuck two fingers up her arsehole- it hardly resisted at all. Now Skunk was pummeling Chrissa's ass with his hand, slapping her until her butt glowed red. Then with a groan which sounded like it was dragged up straight from his gut, he came in her and dropped to all fours, forming a bridge over the conquered Amazon, sweat dripping from his bald head.

They both panted, myself and Daz watching as we continued pushing into two of Rat's holes. I could feel fudgey lumps up in her shitter, and I took pleasure in smearing them against the warm wet walls.

"Yeaaahhhh..." She groaned, closing her eyes "Yesssss..."

Then, just as it seemed she was about to burst, she opened her eyes again and looked round.

"Do either of you need a shit? I mean, really badly?"

"Why?" Darren asked

"I feel I'm going to cum, but what would make it perfect is if one of you shat in my mouth. Those two aren't good for much..." she indicated the other two

"Oh you filthy little bitch!" Groaned Darren "I wish I could oblige..."

"I need a shit." I said quickly "I haven't had one since yesterday."

"Oooooohhh..." Rat bit her lip "Then get on with it! Now!"

She lay down and I squatted over her face. Darren crouched down behind me, pulling at his cock. Skunk, still giddy and panting, managed to step over his girlfriend and proffered his limp dick which was still slicked by Chrissa's fannyjuice. I eagerly gobbled it up, and then began concentrating on the weight in my bowels. It was itching to come out- I began pushing, slowly at first. But soon, my head being full of poppers, I literally couldn't stop the fat gooey turd escaping my rectum. It slithered out in splatters as I sucked on Skunk's earthy cock, which would totally cover Rat's waiting face. As it came out I feel her hot breath on my thighs and hear her panting- Chrissa had now got between her legs and was feasting on her hairy punkcunt.

After the first wave I felt three fat logs drop from my loose hole and she came up to meet it, licking my arse. Skunk groaned up above, his cock gradually growing stiffer in my mouth.

"Yes, Ratty, yes...aww shit...you filthy little sewer rat, eat that shit...eat it!"

Rat didn't need any telling. I heard her gulping and gasping below me.

Soon, after another few farting bursts of splattering crap, I was out.

I turned round and was rewarded- Rat's pink hairless head was now a mass of brown, all her petite features but her eyes covered is filth.

All three of us boys knelt over her, rubbing our cocks over the image of her dirt-streaked face. She continued munching away at the brown mess, muffled yelps escaping her as Chrissa violently bit her clitty.

She suddenly opened her eyes wide, opened a filth filled mouth and squealed like a pig- it went on and on hysterically as little spurts of clear girlsemen erupted from between her swollen cuntlips. She thrashed and squirmed and we let go. Three white jets spurted out of pissholes, dribbling down her shitty, filth-smeared, billard-ball head.

She lay, heaving beneath us, stroking herself skin all over. Chrissa squashed together all the remaining shit that Rat had not eaten in her powerful hands, and began smearing it over herself.

She also smeared it over us as we closed in, letting it ooze through her fingers as she painted faces, cocks and chests with brown turds.

Eventually, we all lay down, wallowing in a long cocksucking/pussylicking head, soothing each others aching privates with hot lips and tongues. Rat got my cock in her slutty little punk mouth, her tongue stud coldly caressing my head and sending tingles down my spine. I was lucky enough to have get Skunk's cock, which I had been hoping to suck for a long time- it was long and thick- perfect for slicking up with spit. I also got to clean it of some of the filth that Chrissa's hands had slimed all over him- filth that I remembered, as if from a dream, was my own! Sandwiched between boyfriend and girlfriend, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the electric sensations of reawakening desire.

Darren, nuzzling Chrissa's pussy, was the first to change tack- he crawled in behind Skunk, spooning him and jacking him slowly as I continued to suck. Skunk squirmed and soon I gagged on his thick meat as it became clear that he was ready for action again. He rolled Darren over and pulled open his tight teen butt, revealing a pink and eager arsehole. The punk almost whimpered with pleasure as he touched it, slipping two fingers roughly up Daz's shitfunnel, getting the hungry chute ready for its ultimate violation. Everyone else was watching now, just staring to get heated up again.

Darren was horny as hell already, pushing back, his arsehole longing to gobble up cock- it got its wish- Skunk suddenly jerked forward, impaling the blonde boy's loose bowels on his fat member. Darren yelped like a dog, a sound which started like a yell of pain but ended in a long, low moan of pleasure.

They began fucking, slowly at first, but soon aching muscles began to revive and their bodies were pounding together like hammer and nails. Rat started intently at them.

Her face was still covered in streaks of brown and shiny splatters of cum, an obscene idol of filth. She now looked like an animal, teeth bared and eyes narrowed.

She got up.

"My turn..." She growled, stepping over the two fucking boys and squatted.

Now she might have been petite, but up Rat's filthy sewer of a rectum, was the longest most monstrous shit I have ever seen. She looked upwards and groaned a long, low primal groan, her little pink coit straining to open enough for the weight in her bowels to be released. It widened bit by bit, the poppers doing their work, stretching her willing hole- a brown tip poked out, and lengthened and ballooned into a fat rope...which never seemed to end! It poured out like a tide, foot after foot of turdmeat. Rat purred with intense pleasure as it slapped down onto the writhing sweat-slicked body of her boyfriend and his latest fuck-slut. They were moving so fast below her that soon the monster turd became smeared all over them, and any that was left Rat smeared over their chests, faces and legs until there was hardly anything left to see of them- just brown bodies heaving. Then Rat rolled then over so Skunk was sitting on the floor, legs outstretched with Darren sat on top of him, punk dick still buried firmly in his shitter. She straddled his bouncing cock, startlingly pink and clean against his filthy body, and let its full erect length ease slimily into her tight pussy. Oozing cuntslime spilled out over his balls, and each time she moved her dirty brown arsehole winked. It was a mind-bendingly hot scene.

"You're not gonna just watch them have fun are ya?" Chrissa whispered in my ear, fondling my cock with her big, soft hand "Not when you can have some fun with me?"

I shivered and turned, pulling her into a deep and passionate kiss. Our naked, slimy bodies ground and slithered against each other. I wanted her. God I wanted her.

Before I knew it we were on the floor, rolling in a ball of uncontrolled desire- I scratched and clawed at her leaving lurid red stripes across her skin, suckling on her fat, mature tits and rubbing her pussy until thick gobs of cream drooled from her slit, matting her fannyfur and puddling on the floor. But couldn't contain my true passion for long. I pulled her up on all fours, and she pushed her big, iron-hard arse upwards, opening it up for me to admire. It was a fantastic sight. Her dark, bushy hair was just as thick here as on her pussy- in fact, there was no break. Her hair carried on, all over her sweaty undercarriage up to where her fat, pink butthole nestled. I knelt down behind her. I could smell the aroma coming from her here- bestial sweat and the warm, earthy stench of her rectum evaporated from her taught body- there was no affectation her. She was primal woman- powerful, willful and full of burning lust.

Without any further hesitation, I eased my head into her warm crevice, then pistoned forward. As I plunged into that white-hot hole she screeched and I felt the old sensation that fucking Lina the chav's shit-hole had first introduced me to- the hot, soft pudding of a girls unspilled waste. She groaned as my cock buried deeper and deeper in her mucky anus and encouraged me.

"Deeper, till' you full my shitpig ass right up with meat...shit, shit, get that fag cock moving..."

I wiggled and squirmed as I reached my absolute limit, my cock so far in my balls were beginning to hurt, slammed as they were against her, and then started pumping, at every stroke returning to the pit of filth at the bottom of her belly. She grunted like a happy sow at her swill every time I pulled out and my cock tickled her sensitive shitring.

A fire was building up in me.

A sort of fire which comes from angry, red, unstoppable lust- I really wanted to give this arrogant pussy-sucking bitch the fucking of her life, to destroy her proud asshole so that for months every time she tried to sit down she remembered me. She had awakened the primal man within me, and although you might never think it to look at me, the urge did not find me wanting. I rubbed her pussy violently as I picked up my speed- it dribbled piss and come as her mouth poured out a hypnotic tide of obscenity, not making any true sense except to the perverted demons which had set our minds aflame.

I pushed her down so she sprawled on the floor, her taut butt bouncing me off as I buggered her harder than ever. She squealed as her body was raped and shunted across the carpet, her huge tits splayed on either side of her chest.

Her chute gripped me tighter until I was nearly numb but still I carried on until a string of bone-jarring orgasms burst from my balls and sowed seeds of lust in her anal manure.

I stayed there, kneeling over her- my cock popped out and slapped her arse in triumph. But she wasn't beaten yet, though her shitring was red and gaping.

"You...think...you've...beaten...me?"

She gasped, anger and pride radiating from the hoarse syllables.

"I'll get you back, you stinking piss-drinking faggit!"

She pushed me down, her arms flailing, and straddled my face...before I could move,

she sat down, the stench of her impossibly hairy arsehole engulfing my whole world. This was it. The fucked out dirtring, still wide as a canyon after its rape, began stretching and squeezing. With a snort, she forced the sticky, white strings of my own cum into my mouth. I lapped it from her rubbery purple coit and savoured it. Then with a louder grunt she pushed the head of a crap out, massive and obscene and glistering. It was forced inch by inch from her smelly gut and into my waiting mouth. I could take it all. The musky smell from her soaked and fetid pubic forest was waking my overworked cock already. She reached down and took hold of it in her big, soft hand and massaged it. On either side of my head her thighboots formed a barrier- I was trapped in my own inescapable paradise of filth. I began chewing the bitter brown lumps as one by one they invaded my mouth. It tasted foul but it made me hornier than ever. Shitlog after shitlog was gulped down until my cheeks bulged. Then all that was left were Chrissa's putrid, stinking farts. She blew a few loud, long blasts into my face, and with expert fingers coaxed one last orgasm from my aching cock. I experienced one of my most dark and beautiful moments there, my nostrils full of her smell and my stomach full of her. I felt like a part of her. My mind shut down. Every muscle ached.

I think I may have blacked out but soon enough Chrissa, that tower of strength, helped me to my feet and kissed me. Shit splattered down off our chins as her tongue, surprisingly gently, rotated in my mouth, sharing her own bitter taste.

I heard the combined yells across the room as if from miles away- as Skunk's cock spasmed into the rectum which wrapped it up, Daz's fountain of cum filled up the little Sewer Rat tart who'd shat on him, and her clinging pussy exploded over both of them.

There was nothing left in any of us then.

With every ounce of resolution we managed, one by one, to drag ourselves to the dressing room showers, clean our leaden bodies and dress. Daz and Skunk, of course, took longest, but we were all patterned by the night’s filthy events.

The club was now almost empty. It was 2am. Darren I had changed into my non-club clothes- normal daywear, since our other clothes had been 'caught in the cross-fire' and would need a wash. We sat at the bar, Chrissa treating us all to drinks, until the club finally closed. Rat gave us a lift home in her fantastically punky mini, and we slept until noon the next day.

Oh, one more thing- we were both given free copies of the band's CD. And now every time I hear the opening chords and hear Jett intoning 'be a sewer lover'- well, I remember exactly how I followed her instructions.