Sodom Tales - Kinky Indian Sluts

Kinky Indian Sluts

This is a re-working of a story called "To be Young, Kinky and Black" by Coproman. I've re-written it for a British audience with his permission. You can view his other stories here.

The city where I live has a big immigrant population: blacks, asians, Chinese; all the colours of the rainbow. But the biggest ethnic group are the British Asians, who are well established but tend to keep themselves to themselves, living in their own microculture. Most of the Indian girls among my neighbours are demure, shy and modest, but whenever I saw Kavita Sharma, the first word that always came to mind was "sassy." Even though she was only fifteen years old, she had the attitude of a diva, probably because, being the baby of her large Indian family, she was spoiled rotten, but I'm sure it was due mainly to her looks. Light-skinned with light-brown eyes and waist-length lustrous, black hair, she turned heads wherever she went. And below that angelic face was a devilish body, which was amazingly developed for her age. She had the tits and arse of a grown woman, and she wasn't afraid to show them off, wearing tight, short tops that accentuated her boobs and exposed her belly button, and jeans that snugly embraced her proud booty; all much to the disapproval of her conservative family.

I lived downstairs from the Sharmas. In fact, their moving in two years ago required a major adjustment on my part, because I had been used to hearing only the occasional footsteps of old Mrs. Wortham over my head. When she died and the Sharma family moved in, all of a sudden there was a ton of life upstairs, a constant rumble of motion, seemingly all night. At first it was hard to take. I couldn't concentrate on my freelance writing, couldn't sleep and had thought seriously about moving. But somehow, eventually, I got used to all the activity.

I had noticed Kavita the very first day the Sharmas arrived, and just looking at her had caused all of my latent teen-fetishes to the surface. We only occasionally interacted -- a brief conversation in the elevator, the laundry room, or in front of the building -- but I could tell just from those infrequent encounters that she was bright; so even though she was fifteen years younger than me, she always intelligently held up her end of our talks. She had her own opinions on a variety of issues and, just like her physical attributes, she didn't mind sharing them. Over the next two years I had watched both her body and her attitude grow, and often, as I lay in bed or watched TV, I wondered which of the many footsteps I heard over my head were hers.

One day, while I was on my computer writing an article, the doorbell rang. When I went to the door and looked out the peephole, I was surprised to see Kavita standing there holding a notebook and a videotape, and I could feel my heart begin to beat faster. I immediately opened the door.

"Hi, Mr. Richards," she said. "I wanted to know...do you have a VCR?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, I'm suppose to be writing a report on this video and our VCR won't work, so I was wondering if I could use yours."

"Sure, no problem," I said. "Come on in."

She came in cautiously, peeking up and down the hall. She was dressed all in white--about half a tee shirt, some very short shorts, and a pair of white running shoes--and she looked particularly delectable.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you or...your wife or anyone."

I smiled at her clumsy attempt to fish for information. "No, I'm not married, and my girlfriend has her own flat."

"Wow," she said, looking all around the living room. "It's nice in here, and I like that big-screen TV."

"Thanks."

Turning on the VCR, she put her tape in and sat on the floor with her legs crossed, right in front of the TV, as comfortable as if she'd been in my flat a hundred times before.

"Listen," I said, "if you need me for anything, I'll be in the bedroom."

"Okay," she replied.

As I sat at my computer, I kept thinking of what strange twists and turns life can throw at you when you least expect them. For two years I had been trying to figure out a way to lure Kavita into my apartment without seeming so suspicious or so obvious about my attraction to her. Today, just like that, without my doing anything at all, she had simply walked in my door and was now actually sitting in my living room.

But how would I get to that next level? Already I was getting frustrated, because I knew I couldn't count on an opportunity like this coming along again, and I just didn't know how to approach the fifteen-year-old about what I wanted her to do for me. I doubted she knew a whole lot about sex period, let alone the kinds of things I liked. So how could I tell her without making her run screaming out the door? After about an hour of pondering, I was about to chalk this up as a lost opportunity when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," I said.

Kavita slowly opened the door. "Mr. Richards, I gotta go now because I forgot I promised to help my stupid brother with his English homework. But I haven't finish my report yet, so can I leave my tape here and come back tomorrow?"

"Sure, no problem," I said, while thinking, YES!

I walked her to the front door and, after performing what I had come to call "The Ritual of the Locks," was able, about thirty seconds later, to let her out, admiring her fifteen-year-old arse as she walked to the elevator.

I was so thrilled by the prospect of Kavita returning the next day that I decided to celebrate by jacking off. So I went to my stash and popped one of my favorite tapes into the VCR. It showed a male "bottom" being humiliated in various ways by four female "tops." As usual I fast-forwarded until I got to the part where each woman first pissed then took a shit in his mouth, with the guy swallowing as much as he could before smearing the rest of the nasty mixture on his face and torso. This time I didn't even get as far as the second woman; the moment the guy gulped down his first big mouthful of shit, I lost it, spurting come all over my stomach. Yeah, I still had to think hard about how to get Kavita to do what I wanted, but at least now I'd have all night to do that thinking.

The next day, I was working on my article while waiting anxiously to hear from a magazine about the status of a story I'd submitted. When the editor finally e-mailed me that she wanted to run my piece not only on the Web but in their print publication as well, I was ecstatic. All I needed to do, she said, was clarify a couple of points I'd made and they'd be ready to go with it. Even though I had a few days to do this, I was so excited that I began working on the revisions right away.

When I heard the doorbell ring, at first I wondered who it was. Then I remembered that Kavita was due to return, and I let her in. She had on an outfit similar to the one she'd worn the day before, but instead of all white, today it was all black, right down to a pair of black running shoes.

"I'm editing something, right now," I said, quickly ushering her into the living room, "so just holler if you need anything."

"Okay," she said, as she retrieved the remote from the sofa and again sat down on the floor right in front of the TV.

I dashed back into the bedroom but had already lost my train of thought, so I had to sit at the computer re-reading my copy, trying to recall how I'd intended to change things. As I sat there, with my bedroom door ajar, I distinctly heard Kavita say, "Oh, shit!" At first I wondered what she'd seen on her tape could have prompted that kind of reaction. Then my blood froze as I suddenly realized that I had forgotten to take my kinky tape out of the VCR! My first reaction was to rush in the living room and snatch it out of the machine. But once that wave of rashness passed, I decided to just wait and think things through. If my tape were indeed what she had reacted to, why hadn't she already either attempted to leave or come to my bedroom to ask me to let her out? Where were her footsteps? Instead there was just a deafening silence.

Curious, and more than a little nervous, I pushed my bedroom door open and crept down the hall. Right away I heard a faint but very familiar soundtrack. When I got to the living room, sure enough, there on the screen, in fifty inches of living color, were the man and four women I'd watched yesterday afternoon, once more doing their thing. But what shocked me -- and at the same time relieved me -- was Kavita: She was lying back, her legs cocked open and her hand stuck down her shorts, frigging away at herself. She was so involved in doing this and watching the screen that she never even heard me approach. I just stood there watching and listening to her, getting hornier and hornier. When the part of the video came up where the first woman squats over the man's face and drops a load of shit in his mouth, Kavita, masturbating furiously, suddenly closed her eyes, threw her head back and groaned.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" she panted, struggling to keep her voice down.

Only after she came did I decide to make my presence known. I cleared my throat and watched as Kavita jerked her head around, her hair whipping to the side. When she saw me, her eyes went wide with panic.

"Oh, shit -- Mr. Richards!" she stammered, snatching her hand out of her shorts and fumbling for the remote control. "I'm so sorry! God, this is so embarrassing -- I better go." Turning off the VCR, she grabbed her notebook and videotape and attempted to stand up.

"No, no, Kavita, it's okay," I said, blocking her escape as I tried to calm her down. "I don't mind. If anyone should be embarrassed, it's me, for leaving that tape in the VCR."

My words seemed to console her, and she slowly sat back down, but she covered her blushing face with her hands. "God, I can't believe I did that."

"Don't worry," I said. "It no big deal." I paused then added, "Think of it this way: Now you know a secret about me and I know one about you, so we have to keep each other's trust, right?"

While she was still embarrassed, I could tell that my saying this made her feel a lot better, since she now knew I didn't plan to run and tell her parents about what she'd done.

"You don't know how sorry I am," she said. "But when I turned on the VCR and saw what those people were doing, I couldn't help it."

"You mean it turned you on?"

She didn't answer me; she just smiled shyly and stared at the floor.

"It's okay," I said. "That's what they make them for."

She seemed to consider this for minute then said, "But Mr. Richards, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

She hesitated. "Was that -- you know, what they wer doing -- was it...real?"

"Believe it or not, yes."

"Damn," she said, "white people do some freaky..."

"Shit?"

She smiled. "Yeah."

"Well, it's not just white people, you know."

Her light-brown eyes glittered as she stared at me. "You mean asian people do stuff like that too?"

"Sure."

"Damn," she said again. There was more hesitation before she finally asked, "So do you have any tapes like that?"

"Sure. You wanna see one?"

She just looked at me and nodded.

I smiled. "Okay. Hold on; it's in my bedroom."

As I walked down the hall, it occurred to me that the moment I got this videotape, went back in the living room, and put it in the VCR, I would be officially corrupting the morals of a minor. But that very prospect made what I was about to do all the more exciting.

I returned with the tape and pushed it into the VCR. When the image appeared, Kavita, whose eyes were fixed on the screen, gasped. "Oh, shit!" she said, glancing back at me. "That's here, in this room!"

"That's right."

Kavita continued to watch as the camera panned the room, finally resting on a nude Pakistani woman sitting on the sofa. Light-skinned with long black hair and huge tits, she was in her twenties and could easily have been Kavita's big sister or perhaps even an older version of Kavita herself.

"Okay," the guy holding the camera -- who sounded a lot like me -- said. "Tell us who you are and what you're going to do."

"Well," she said smiling, "my name is...uhh...Rehana -- yeah, Rehana -- and I'm gonna go to the toilet in this guy's mouth."

"So, Rehana, have you ever done anything like this before?"

"Nope. Can't say that I have."

"And how do you feel about it?"

"I don't know," the woman admitted. "Since I always sit on the toilet when I have to go, I'm not sure what it's gonna feel like to go in somebody's mouth."

"So do you think you'll be able go through with it?"

She hesitated, her brow furrowed in thought, then said, "Yeah, probably. 'Cause when you gotta go, you gotta go, and I don't think my body's really gonna care WHERE I go, as long as I do."

"So do you have to go now?"

"Yes, I DEFINITELY have to go," she said. "And if a certain guy doesn't hurry up, I'm gonna wind up going right here on the couch!"

There was laughing from the cameraman followed by a lot of shaky images of various parts of the living room as he attached the camcorder to a tripod. After several seconds, a steady image of the living room floor appeared. A large piece of plastic had been spread over the carpet and, a few seconds later, my face appeared, as I lay down on that plastic on my back.

"I knew that was you talking," Kavita said, again glancing back at me.

"Now watch," I said.

The fifteen-year-old turned back to the TV just in time to see her adult counterpart walk over and squat over my face. As I watched with her, I relived that moment when I stared up at Rehana's very hairy snatch, even feeling the same prickly anticipation I felt at the time, as I waited for her to relax enough to urinate in my mouth. I also remembered the strong, rank odor that filled my nose and how horny it made me. And I recalled the acrid taste of that first squirt of piss in my mouth.

"Oh, shit," Kavita said. "She's pissing a fucking river in your mouth." Again she turned to face me. "And you mean you drank all that?"

"Yep."

When the girl turned back to the screen, Rehana's stream was drying up; Kavita stared intently as I eagerly swallowed the last of the woman's piss then lifted my head to suck her dripping cunt. Afterwards the woman stood up and said, "Okay, I'm done. You can turn that thing off, now." The last of the video showed me getting off the floor and moving towards the camcorder.

"So what'd you think?" I asked.

The fifteen-year-old turned and just looked at me, smiling, for several seconds. "Interesting," she finally said. She paused again then asked, "So you like drinking piss, huh?"

"Well, only from certain people."

"Like who?"

"Like really good-looking females," I said, smiling at her.

Once more she hesitated then, "So if I had to go, you'd let me go in your mouth?"

"Of course," I said. "Anyone as good-looking as you deserves to have a guy drink her piss."

She smiled. "But suppose it's not piss. Suppose it's the other thing. Would you still let me do it in your mouth?"

"Sure." I could feel my heart racing at the very thought of this gorgeous little vixen squatting over my face and dropping her brown bomb down my throat.

"And you'd eat it?" she asked.

"Absolutely."

"Hmph," she grunted. "I don't believe that for a minute."

"Why not?"

"Because I still don't think that part is real. That's probably why you and that lady didn't do it."

I hesitated, still smiling, as I realized that this was exactly the opening I'd been looking for. "Well, since you don't believe it, let's do this: The next time you have to do a number two, come down here and I'll not only let you do it in my mouth, I'll let you watch me eat it, okay?"

"Yuck!" Kavita said, her face scrunched up in a frown. I could tell right away, though, that her frown was masking a smile, and I could almost hear the wheels turning in her head as she tried to decide how far she wanted this strange situation to go. But I knew that she was just too curious, too sassy, to pass up what I was offering.

"So what do you say?" I pressed. "Are you up for that, or are you too chicken to try it?"

As soon as I said that, her face hardened and she put her hands on her hips. "Fuck yeah, I'll do it. And it's not going to be fake shit like on that tape; it's going be the real fucking thing." She pointed her finger at me. "And you better fucking eat it, too."

"Oh, I will," I said back, defiantly, "if you fucking show up."

With that, she snatched up her notebook and videotape and stormed to the front door, looking away from me as I took my time unlocking it. When I opened the door, she bolted past me and headed for the stairwell, not even bothering to wait for the elevator. I closed the door, took a deep breath and smiled. I just knew the little diva wouldn't like the idea of my challenging her. Now I was sure she'd be back, because even though there was no way I could ever tell anyone about how she had reneged on this particular promise, both she and I would know that she had backed down, and I was certain that her ego would never allow her to live with that.

But as I waited for Kavita to return, I started to have a bunch of second thoughts. What if she decided to tell her friends? With the way gossip travelled around here, half the neighborhood would know all about my fetish by tomorrow morning, and I'd be forced to move. Or what if she told her brothers or sisters? They would probably want to do much more than just have a little talk with me for trying to corrupt their baby sister. What if they called the cops? At the same time, though, every time I heard a set of footsteps upstairs that sounded like they were headed towards the front door, my heart began to beat faster in anticipation that Kavita finally needed to move her bowels and was on her way downstairs.

After nearly three hours of first tearing myself apart with misgivings then building myself up again with hope, I was mentally exhausted and beginning to regret that I had chosen to go so far so fast with the fifteen-year-old. And it was at that very moment that the doorbell rang, not just once but several times. Paranoid by now, I thought that Kavita and her entire family were waiting outside, ready to lynch me. But even if that were the case, I knew I needed to see things through so, undaunted, I walked to the front door, took a deep breath and looked through the peephole. When I saw only Kavita standing there, grimacing a little, I unlocked the door in record time to let her in. Once inside, she rushed past me and stood squirming half way between the living room and the bathroom.

"See?" she said, looking back at me. "I told I'd show up. Now are you going do what you said, or are YOU chicken?"

"No, I'm ready to go," I said, my heart beating like crazy.

"So where you want to do it?"

"Right here in the hall," I said, taking off my shirt. There was a long linoleum runner there, so any mess could be cleaned up easily.

When I made the move to undress, Kavita followed my lead, first taking off her running shoes then, after turning away from me, wiggling out of her shorts and panties. She was now nude from the waist down, and seeing her cute little bubble butt and long legs gave me an instant erection. She had the tightest, most flawless skin I'd ever seen, and when she finally turned around to face me, I got even harder, as I gazed at her hairless pussy.

"Wow," I said.

The little harlot just smiled; then she turned away from me again, bent over (giving me a glimpse of her anus), and pulled her tee-shirt over her head, sending her hair flying in all directions before settling down again along her back and over her shoulders. By the time she turned around to face me again, I had stepped out of my shorts and underwear and we beheld each other in the buff.

"You are REALLY gorgeous," I said.

"You're not too bad yourself, for a old man," she quipped.

I stood there checking out the only part of Kavita I hadn't already seen -- her tits, which weren't as large as they'd appeared to be in her tee-shirt. They were still big, though, for a fifteen-year-old, about the size of oranges. And while her nipples were tiny, this immature feature just made the girl's body all the more enticing. I took a step towards her but as soon as I did, Kavita, who had been staring all this time at my erection, took a step back.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"You're not going to try to fuck me, are you?"

"Not unless you want me to. I'm not into forcing people to do things they don't want to do. All I want is to look up your arse and see what you have in store for me."

She stared at me for a moment then said "okay" and turned around. But she still felt compelled to give me a final warning and, looking over her shoulder, said, "I swear, if you try to fuck me, I'll scream my fucking head off, and then my brothers'll come down here and beat the shit out of you."

"Don't worry; be happy," I said, "and bend over." When she did, I stooped down behind her. With her beautiful light-skinned arse now staring me in the face, I took a few moments to examine it. If there was such a thing as a perfect fifteen-year-old arse, this was it. The cheeks were smooth and unblemished, and her arse crack, starting out as a shallow depression on her lower back, got deeper and deeper, becoming a dark, narrow crevice leading to her anus. Gently, I grasped the healthy mounds creating that crevice, placed my thumbs on either side of the girl's arsehole, then carefully spread it open until I could see inside. Right away I spotted several light-brown flecks, but what was even more interesting was her sphincter. Instead of a tight ring, it was a gentle pucker, capable of opening very wide with little effort; indeed, that was exactly what it was doing at this very moment, as though winking at me, and the degree to which it pursed open let me know that there was a nice-sized turd waiting in Kavita's bowels, one that she would soon have to release.

Satisfied that the girl was prepared to give me what I wanted, I sat on the floor right beside her, with my legs bent and my feet flat on the floor, as though I were in the middle of doing some bent-leg sit-ups. I then slowly curled back until my head and upper body were resting on the floor.

"Now turn that way, facing my feet," I directed her, "and stand right here, with one foot on each side of my neck. Now squat over my face. That's it. Now just lean forward and put your hands on my knees to balance yourself. Good. Now you can look down through your legs at me. See? Now just move back a little more--no, too far; move up a little...and...good. Right there. Now I'm just going to put my hands on your arse so you don't accidentally squat down too far, okay?"

I gently placed my palms against Kavita's arse then lifted my head and sniffed her pink pouting anus. The aroma of a her shit inundated my nostrils, and when I gazed up again, I realized that her arsehole was open a little wider than before, and I could see the beginning of her turd.

"I'm trying to hold it, but I can't," said the fifteen-year-old, her voice straining.

"Then let it go," I said.

I opened my mouth wide and braced myself, my eyes focused on the expanding hole hovering over my face. I wondered if I'd be able to handle a bowel movement as big as I was sure Kavita's would be, but I also knew that to be fully satisfied I needed to eat the little vixen's entire load of shit, no matter how much there was.

Two seconds later, Kavita's arsehole bloomed open and a thick, brown rope of semisoft shit pushed out of her rectum and dropped into my mouth. Even though I was basically prepared to received the contents of the fifteen-year-old's bowels, I just didn't expect it to fill my mouth so rapidly. For the next few minutes the only sounds that existed in the world were the sticky, smacking noise of Kavita's shit leaving her anus and my own gutteral moans as I struggled to chew and swallow her warm, smelly defecation.

"Yeah, eat my fucking shit!" the girl suddenly yelled, staring at me between her legs. "Eat it all out of my stinky arse!"

When she said that, I wondered if any of my neighbors had heard her through the relatively thin walls of my flat. Even if they had, I thought, they would probably think that I was simply performing analingus on whoever was here. Then I imagined one of them--perhaps Eileen, the thirty-something divorcee with whom I shared a wall--walking through my front door and being shocked to see that I was doing exactly what the girl had said, devouring a fat turd as it exited her anus.

"Damn, I've NEVER done anything this fucking nasty before!" the fifteen-year-old said.

As disgusting as the smell and taste of the girl's spicey shit was, I eagerly took everything she gave me. I even, ultimately, glued my lips over her arsehole, turning my mouth into an extension of her anal canal, because I needed to show the little tart how beautiful she was by accepting the worst of what her beautiful body produced, and that meant consuming every foul nugget of her bodily waste until my stomach was filled.

When, after several minutes, Kavita finished moving her bowels, she stood up, stepped back, then stared down at me, frowning, as I chewed up the last of her shit. After I swallowed it, I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue so she could look down my throat.

"See?" I said, without closing my mouth. "All gone."

"Ugghhh!" she gasped, frowning more deeply. "There's shit all on your tongue!"

"Well," I said, licking my lips as I sat up, "that tends to happen when you eat what I just ate." I paused then asked, "So do you still think what you saw the guy doing on that other tape was fake?"

Kavita didn't answer; she just kept frowning while continuing to stare at my mouth. Finally she said, "No, I guess it was real, but I just don't see how you can eat somebody's doo-doo like that without throwing up."

"I probably WOULD have thrown up, if it wasn't yours," I said.

"So what's so special about mine?"

"It tastes good."

"Hmph," she responded. "I don't see how it can taste good if it stinks."

"Well, as long as it's coming out of a cute butt, the smell doesn't matter."

Again Kavita just stared at me for a few moments, then she smiled devilishly and asked, "So who else's shit you ate? Anybody I know?"

"Only yours, so far," I lied. "Beause yours is the only cute butt I've seen around this place."

Once more came the stare from the fifteen-year-old, as she tried to decide whether or not she believed me. After a while she uttered a "hmph" again before turning to gather up her clothes.

"And where do you think you're going?" I asked.

"Home."

"Oh no you're not," I said. "You're not going anywhere till I get some booty."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I ate the shit out of your butt, so now your butt's going to eat this," I said, pointing to my super-erect prong.

Kavita stared at my dick and I could plainly see a wave of fear wash over her young face. "Uhn-uh," she said, shaking her head. "You're not sticking that thing up my butt, because it's too big and it's going to hurt. And you JUST said you weren't going to try to fuck me -- how you're not into forcing people to do things they don't want to do -- so how come now you're going back on your word?"

"Because, like I said, you have the cutest butt I've ever seen, and I'd really like to know how it feels to be up in that doo-doo hole of yours. Besides, I know you want it."

She laughed. "And what makes you think that?"

"Because I know you've done it before," I said, "just by the way your arsehole looks. You probably started doing it that way because you were afraid of getting pregnant. Then you discovered how much you liked it."

The girl didn't say one word, but she didn't have to; the expression on her face told me that I had guessed right.

"So what if I did?" she finally stammered. "What makes you think I want to do it with you?"

"Because you like me, you're impressed that I ate your shit, and you probably want to see what it's like doing it with an older guy."

"Hmph -- I bet you if I start screaming, you'll figure out how wrong you are."

"Then go ahead and scream," I said, hoping I hadn't gone too far with the dare.

Kavita looked straight at me, squinted, then stretched her mouth wide open -- but no sound came out, other than her laughter, when she saw me flinch. "Gotcha!" she said between giggles.

I sighed and put my hand up to my chest. "Girl, you need to stop playing with me like that. I'm an old man."

"Yeah," she said. "A old man who wants to fuck me up my butt."

"I promise to use a lot of Vaseline," I said. "And since you just took a shit, you'll be a lot more open back there anyway, you know."

"Is that true?"

"Yeah."

"Hmmm...I'd better remember that."

"So I'm positive it won't hurt that much, only a little when I first go in."

"Damn," she said. "You sure seem to know a lot about butt fucking. How many butts you done stuck that thing in, anyway?"

"A few," I said, "but never one like yours."

She smiled. "Yeah, I know; you told me."

"So how about it? Pleeeease?" I smiled even more widely and lifted an eyebrow. "If you let me, I'll do you a special favor."

"What?"

"I'll eat your pussy like it's never been eaten before."

"For real?" she asked, her smile now as big as mine.

"Yep, I promise."

Kavita peered at me and pursed her lips as she considered this. "Okay, you can do it. But if it starts to hurt, you gotta take it out, okay. I'm not bullshitting about that. I don't want to have to scream for real."

"Don't worry; I'll take it out."

"You promise?"

"Yes, I swear."

"Yeah," she murmured, "You also swore you didn't want to fuck me."

"No, I never said I didn't WANT to; I said I wasn't GOING to, if you didn't want me to do it."

"Yeah, yeah -- whatever," the girl said. "So where we gonna do it?"

"Let's go in the bedroom."

As she headed that way and I walked behind her, my eyes stuck on her incredible teen backside, I had to give myself a little pinch to make sure I wasn't dreaming, that I was actually headed to my bedroom to fuck my fifteen-year-old fantasy girl up the arse.

After walking in the room, Kavita glanced at the bed then at me, putting her hands on her hips. "So how do you want me?"

"Just lay flat on the bed," I told her. She did and I crawled on top of her, sitting back on my haunches, as I took a few moments to again admire the girl's glorious arse cheeks. Once more I spread them apart to examine her anus; it wasn't exactly spotless, because I hadn't gotten a chance to clean it with my tongue, after she'd finished shitting in my mouth. And because it still had such a strong lingering shit odour to it, I made sure to stick my nose in and sniff.

"Wait a minute," she said. "Do that again."

Happy to oblige, I again leaned forward and pressed my nose in her arsehole, upon which she farted, blasting her foul-smelling gas directly into my nostrils.

"So, shit-eater, how did you like that fart?"

Instead of answering the girl, I pressed my whole face into her arse while grabbing her pelvis to lift it up. I then began inhaling deeply, vacuuming the shitty aroma deep into my lungs.

"Damn," said Kavita, "There's nothing I can do to get you away from my butt, is there?"

"Nope," I said, my voice muffled by her buttocks.

"Well," she sighed, "I guess I just have to let you do your thing, if I'm ever gonna get back upstairs."

Hearing her give me that tacit permission to proceed, with such a nonchalant attitude, made me even hornier than her fart already had, so I quickly reached over, dipped two fingers into an open jar of Vaseline and poked them into Kavita's anus, making the girl flinch.

"Easy! That shit is cold!" she complained, but other than that initial flinch, she didn't move, as I slid my fingers deep in her arse and twisted them around, coating her entire rectum with Vaseline. I then pulled my fingers out of her and rubbed the Vaseline that remained on them along the shaft of my rock-hard erection. Using one hand to spread her open, I gripped my cock with my other hand and pressed the knob against the fifteen-year-old's anus. At first, as well lubricated as she was, her sphincter resisted, but after my constant, steady pressure against it, it finally gave in, completely swallowing the head of my dick.

"Oooh," Kavita gasped, and I felt her whole body instantly tighten up then, just as quickly, relax, all the tension draining right back out of her, causing her rectum to open up, which allowed another inch or so of my cock to sink into her.

Propping myself up on my arms, I looked down to see our connection and was thrilled by the sight of my dark, stiff pole lodged between the girl's creamy brown mounds. As much as I'd looked forward to eating the little bitch's shit, I was just as eagerly looking forward to banging her booty. It was as though one part of my psyche needed desperately to have her force something of hers into me, while another part needed just as desperately to have me force something of mine right back into her. So I slowly leaned forward, pushing more and more of my erection into Kavita's yielding arsehole until, eventually, I was lying flush on top of her, buried to my balls in her anus. Afterwards I just lay there, savoring the unique heat and pulsating tightness of Kavita's pre-teen rectum, while allowing the girl to get used the nine inches of dick packed inside her.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned. "I feel so full, like I have to take a shit again."

I lay there a while longer, but I was getting impatient. I had to get on with the business of ravaging this young girl's turd-maker to complete her corruption, so I slowly began to pull out of her until just the head of my dick remained inside. Then I pushed inside her again, and the second excursion into her booty was faster and smoother than the first. Then I repeated the process and the going was easier still. The Vaseline, along with the leftover shit in Kavita's anus and the abundant pre-orgasm juice I was leaking, provided the perfect lubrication, and soon I was fucking the fifteen-year-old's arse with relative ease.

Besides the sight of my nine-inch shit-streaked piledriver pistoning between the girl's arse cheeks, the sound of my dick going in and out of her arsehole was a major turn on. It was a subtle mushy noise that provided a nice counterpoint to the "ungh!" that came out of Kavita's mouth each time I drove my pole up her shit chute. And both noises got just a little louder with every stroke.

Kavita tried hard to stay passive as I fucked her, but she couldn't contain her horniness, and it soon betrayed her, as she began to groan and lift her arse to meet my down strokes. When I found my rhythm and began to pound away at the girl's arse, the steady "smack, smack, smack" of my crotch hitting her arse cheeks and the creaking of the springs in the mattress drowned out the other sounds.

Right in the middle of all this, Kavita turned her head and looked back at me, a dreamy smile on her face, and said, in almost a whisper, "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, sodomising me. Don't you know I'm jail bait?"

"That's what makes it so much fun," I panted. "And besides, you know you like it."

"Hmph!" she responded. "No I don't."

"If you didn't, you wouldn't just be lying here; you'd be trying to get me off you," I said.

"I'm just waiting for you to finish so I can go home," she said, turning away from me again.

Curious, I reached underneath her with my right hand and felt around until my fingers were on her pussy; I smiled when I discovered that it was sopping, and I started to ask her, "If you hate it so much, why is your pussy so wet?" but I wasn't really looking to argue with her because right now I was plugging the teen's poop chute with authority, and whether she liked it or not, I was going to continue to fuck her shitter until I spurted my load deep inside it.

I was right on the edge of an orgasm when Kavita, this time without looking back at me, suddenly said, between breaths, "And don't you go shooting your spunk up my butt, either."

Hearing that made me even hornier, because I knew that this was her way of telling me exactly what she DID want me to do. She probably suspected that I might pull out at the last second and ejaculate on her arse cheeks, so she wanted to make sure that I stayed right where I was and gave her a butt full of come. And who was I to disappoint her?

Finally Kavita's tight, throbbing shithole was just too much for me to bear any longer and, after a few more quick thrusts, I plunged my pole to the bottom of her rectum then hugged her back as my whole body trembled.

"Unngh! Unngh! I'm coming!" I panted, my lips pressed against the girl's ear. "Take it all up your sweet arse! Swallow my come with your butthole!" And I proceeded to pump a geyser of sperm into the fifteen-year-old's bowels.

To my delight, Kavita responded, not with words but by moaning; then, to let me know she'd heard every word I'd said, she began to work her sphincter in and out, milking my dick until her arsehole had sucked out every last drop of semen. I, of course, was in heaven as she did this, savoring not only the delicious feeling of having my dick gently squeezed but also the whole idea that I had just arse fucked a teenage girl and emptied my balls in a place where no older male's sperm had ever been before. For a moment I imagined millions of my sperm cells swimming up Kavita's anal canal looking to penetrate an egg, only to end up trying to burrow into a turd.

"So how did it feel getting fucked up your butt?" I whispered in Kavita's ear.

"Good," she whispered back, catching me off guard, since I didn't expect her to admit it.

"So that means you'll let me do it again one day, right?"

"Maybe."

Again I was surprised because I'd expected her to say no. "So what do I have to do to get you to say 'yes'?"

"I'll let you know after you eat my pussy," she said.

I chuckled and lifted myself off the girl, letting my dick plop out of her arsehole and marveling at the light-brown shit that covered almost the entire crown. Kavita immediately turned over on her back, spread her legs apart and pushed her knees up, giving me a full view of her immature cunt and part of her arse crack, both of which were soaking wet. I just enjoyed the scenery for a while then held on to Kavita's thighs and dove in, fastening my mouth to her pussy.

"Shit!" the girl hissed, but after that there were no more words, only a steady moan, as I flicked my tongue back and forth across her throbbing clit, sucked on it lightly for a while, probed deep inside her slit, then repeated the process.

"Oooo! That feel so fuckin' good!" Kavita purred, as she squirmed, gyrating her arse against the mattress, then lifted her hips to press her fifteen-year-old twat against my lips. "Suck my pussy! Suck it!"

The longer I ate Kavita, the stronger the combined smell of her pussy juice and shit became, and the hornier I was getting all over again. After a while, she was juicing so much that a wet spot began to grow on the part of the sheet right beneath her arse. Still I kept at her with my tongue--flicking, lapping, twirling--then sucking up her flow, tasting the essence of her teen femininity. Every now and then I would roll my eyes up to look at her face, and I smiled seeing her eyes closed and her lips parted as she wallowed in the ecstacy of pure physical pleasure.

Finally I focused on her developing clit, taking it between my lips then sucking it in and out of my mouth. After just a minute or so of my doing this, Kavita heaved up and grabbed my hair with both hands.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! I'm coming!" she cried, and her whole little body began to vibrate as she held on to my hair and pulled my face into her crotch. With my lips now pressed over her pussy, I continued to lick and suck her as the fifteen-year-old threw her head back, frowned and let out a long, shrill moan, as if she were in pain. Several intense seconds later, her grip on my hair lessened and I felt her body relax. Now she was so sensitive that just a puff of my breath on her genitals made her flinch, and she pushed away from me.

"Shit," the girl finally said. "That was fucking awesome."

I just lay there looking at her for a while, before saying, "I told you so."

She opened her eyes, looked down at me and smiled. "Shit, you weren't lying, either."

When the girl caught her breath, she sat up and asked if she could use my shower. I said okay, but when I asked if I could go with her, she declined, telling me it was her private time. So I continued to lie on the bed, listening to the water running while hoping that no one upstairs recognized the voice in my bathroom singing loudly. By the time she was done and came back to the bedroom, she was fully dressed in her black outfit again and her hair was tied together in a kind of loose ponytail. I put on my robe and walked her to the front door. After I unlocked the door, the girl looked up at me with those captivating light-brown eyes. I bent down to kiss her, but she frowned and turned her head away, informing me that my breath smelled like shit. Only when she was sure I wasn't going to try it again did she turn her head back and look up at me again.

"Mr. Richards, you know I still have to finish that report, so can I come back and do it tomorrow?"

"Sure," I said, smiling. "No problem. But, please, cut the 'Mr. Richards' thing. From now on, just call me Bob, at least when you're here, okay?"

"That's cool," she said, and she scooted out the door.

As I watched Kavita walk to the elevator, I felt a twinge in my loins; I just couldn't believe how she'd allowed me to play with her. When the elevator finally came, right before getting on, the girl turned to me and waved. When the doors closed, leaving me staring at an empty hallway, it suddenly seemed as though I were in a time warp, as if everything we'd just done had happened hours or even days ago. I was ready to pinch myself again until I walked back into my bedroom and saw that big wet spot on my bed, upon which I smiled and prayed that no one upstairs would have the money to fix their VCR any time soon.

A week had passed since my encounter with Kavita, my fifteen-year-old upstairs neighbor. Not that I hadn't seen her. She had since returned to my flat to finish watching her videotape (so she could complete her school report), had come back two days later to watch a movie on my big-screen TV, and just yesterday had borrowed a couple of my "non-self-incriminating" porno tapes, which she returned this morning. I didn't expect to see or hear from her again anytime soon, so I was surprised when the phone rang and it was her.

"Hey. I have to tell you somethin' but I don't wanna say it on the phone. Can I come down?"

"Sure, no problem," I said.

Five minutes later my doorbell rang and Kavita, this time dressed all in purple, sashayed in. I followed her as she walked to the living room, plopped down on the sofa, and motioned for me to sit beside her.

"So what's up?" I asked.

After hesitating, Kavita took a deep breath then looked at me and said, "I told my girlfriend about you."

"Uh oh," I replied, as my heart began to beat faster.

"No, no, don't worry," she said. "I know I said I wouldn't tell anybody, but we tell each other everything, and she's cool. She won't be shouting her mouth like some of them other girls I know."

Just then I caught sight of another girl standing shyly behind Kavita. Meekly, she came into my flat when I beckoned her. Her name was Rupa, and she was somewhere in the same neighborhood as Kavita in the looks department. Knowing the tendency of some good-looking girls to surround themselves with friends who are not-so-good-looking, I was genuinely afraid of what she might look like. But Kavita insisted that I'd seen her before -- since she lived in the building next door and was always among the group of girls that Kavita hung out with -- and that I'd like her.

"Hey, Bob." Rupa said, suddenly finding a voice

"Yeah?"

"Kavita told me something about you, you know."

"What?" I asked.

"Rupa!" Kavita yelled, trying to shut her up.

"No, I want to know if it's true," said Rupa. "She said you...you know...like...when she had to go to the bathroom. She said you ate it. You really did that?"

I stared at Kavita, who looked back at me sheepishly. "Somebody has a REALLY big mouth."

"So you mean it's TRUE?" the fourteen-year-old asked, her eyes stretched wide open in surprise.

I hesitated, then said, "It might be. But it'll only definitely be true if it stays in this room and I don't hear it all out in the street tomorrow."

"Damn!" said Rupa. "That's some nasty fucking shit!"

"I told you," said Kavita.

Rupa was quiet for a moment, as if mulling something over in her head; then she asked, "So...you'll do that for me too?"

I paused then said, "Only if Kavita agrees to it."

Kavita sucked her teeth. "Shit, Rupa, you greedy bitch! I told you I wouldn't mind if he ate your cunt, but I didn't say anything about you taking a shit in his gob."

"But I've got to go, Kavita, and since he likes to do that, I figured I could just go in his mouth while you watch. Then, like you said, it'll make it easier for him to fuck my arse after."

I turned to Kavita. "So you told her that too, huh?"

Again the fifteen-year-old just smiled sheepishly without answering me. Finally she looked at Rupa and said, "Okay, Rupa, you can do it, but just this once. I don't want you coming over here every time you need to lay a cable, you hear?"

"Yeah, I hear you. I promise not to wear out my welcome. So where we gonna do it, in here or in the bathroom?"

"Right here is good," I said, and I proceeded to stretch out, face up, on the big plastic mat that lay at the foot of my bed. Facing my feet, Rupa eagerly stood astride my body, and Kavita instructed her on exactly where and how far down to squat to make sure that her anus was aimed directly over my mouth. When she was sure the teenager was properly poised, Kavita announced that the teenager was "good to go" and got down on her hands and knees right next to us, bending down low and cocking her head to the side, as she attempted to get the best vantage point possible.

As Rupa settled herself over my face, I heard her mutter, "I can't believe I'm doing this." But, whether she believed it or not, she had apparently made up her mind to see it through, because that arse didn't seem to be going anywhere. For the next several seconds, I watched her arsehole pucker over and over again as she strained to move her bowels. After a while, though, she lifted up a little and looked down at me through her legs.

"I can't get started," she said. "I'm gonna need some help."

"Okay," I said, and my heart began to race, because I understood exactly what kind of "help" she was talking about. I pulled down on her thighs, signalling her to lower her arse again, lifted my head, and began to suck her anus in preparation. As my tongue repeatedly brushed against her turd, I could feel my cock getting harder, which was another important part of preparing to help her.

"Lift up some, Rupa," said Kavita. "I can't see."

"Don't worry; you're not missing anything. He's just making sure I'm ready."

It wasn't until then that Kavita realized what the two of us were preparing to do, and even from my position on the floor, I could see her mouth drop open in surprise.

"You mean you gonna let him stick it up your butt when you still gotta take a shit?!"

"I can't help it, Kavita. The only way it's going come out is if he goes in. So do me a favour and lube up his dick for me." But when Kavita reached for my jar of Vaseline, Rupa said, "No, Kavita, just use your mouth." Five seconds later, I shuddered and moaned as my cock was enveloped in a warm, wet pocket.

"Yeah, suck that dick," cooed Rupa. "Get it good and wet for my shithole."

I wouldn't call Kavita an expert at sucking dick, but she wasn't bad, and my cock responded immediately to her attentiveness, as she swathed it with spit.

"Okay, Girlfriend, that's good," Rupa said, and she moved from her position over my face and got down on her hands and knees in front of me. Bending low so that her arse stuck up high behind her, she turned her head back and simply said, "Okay, do it."

Pulling myself from beneath Rupa, I quickly mounted the fourteen-year-old. I was so excited about fucking the Indian girl's shit-filled arse that I had to take a deep breath to hold myself back from ramming my cock inside her. Afterwards I carefully held on to the shaft of my super-hard cock and pushed the head against her bulging anus, while Kavita, crouching nearby, stared wide-eyed. With just a little pressure, it popped right inside, causing the teenager to moan. I could feel her turd immediately. My dick was nosing directly into it, spreading it out while pushing it back up her anal canal. I was now holding on tightly to Rupa's hips, and I could feel her body trembling as my rock-hard cock sank deeper and deeper into her shit-clogged rectum.

"Stick it all the way in there, Bob!" Kavita encouraged me, her face now only inches away from my penetration point. "Push that shit right back up her fucking arse!"

"Shit!" Rupa suddenly yelled out. "It feels like my fucking guts are gonna burst!"

I continued my slow, steady descent into her bowels until I was inside her up to my balls.

"Oh, fuck! He did it!" Kavita said, amazed. "It's all the way up your arse!"

"Good," grunted Rupa. "Now just wait a minute then fuck me hard and fast, but don't come, 'cause I still wanna give you what's in there, okay?"

"Sure, no problem," I gasped.

Adjusting my position, I just lay on top of the fourteen-year-old, relishing not on the steady pulsating of her tight anal tunnel but also the strange new sensation of my dick ensheathed in a load of warm shit. After a couple of minutes, I slowly pulled back until only the head of my dick remained inside Rupa's arsehole. Glancing down, I saw that my whole shaft was coated with light-brown shit, and just as I noted this, a powerful odor rose up, causing Kavita to retreat from her up-close position.

"God, Girl!" Kavita said, fanning the air. "You stink!"

But for me, the smell of Rupa's shit was stimulating, making me even hornier than I already was. Inhaling it deeply, I roughly shoved my schlong back up her arse, making her yelp. I then began to fuck her exactly the way she'd asked--hard and fast, my balls slapping against her gaping cunt and my pole making a kind of "splooshing" sound as it plunged into her poop, softening it up so she could feed it to me.

"Fuck my shitty arse!" Rupa cried. "Stir my fuckin' turds!"

After only a few minutes of "quick-sticking" Rupa, I felt my orgasm approaching, so on my next out-stroke, I pulled all the way of the fourteen-year-old's arsehole, dragging a small piece of shit out as well, which plopped onto the floor. There was also a big chunk of turd sticking to the crown of my dick, and Kavita frowned as she watched me scoop it off, pop it into my mouth and swallow it. I then stretched out on the floor, and Rupa, without saying a word, simply crawled over and again squatted over my face.

This time the young teenager had no problem doing her business, for the moment she was in position, her super-relaxed arsehole blossomed open and a light-brown, semi-soft turd gushed out, plopping thickly into my open mouth. Indeed, it was coming out so fast that I could barely keep up with it. Fortunately, it was now soft enough for me to swallow without much chewing, so I just kept my mouth open and gulped, forcing big blobs of shit down my throat.

"Yeah, eat that nasty shit, Bob!" said Kavita. "Show my girlfriend what a fucking freak you are!" (And while I couldn't see her, I could tell by the shakiness of her speech that she was probably fingering herself again as she watched us.)

As I continued to scoff down Rupa's bowel movement, I could feel something wet hitting my chin. At first I thought it was piss, but its consistency was too thick. That's when I realized that it was girl-come dripping out of Rupa's pussy. This made me so horny that I could feel my dick and balls straining with tension; I was desperate for relief.

Before Rupa even finished shitting, and before I finished swallowing what she'd dumped in my mouth, I pushed her off my face. As she fell forward onto her hands and knees, I watched one last blob of shit push out her puckered poop chute and drop between her legs. I was on her before her anus had a chance to close up even a little. With one mighty shove, I buried my boner to the balls in Rupa's shithole.

"FUCK!!" the fourteen-year-old screamed, and for a moment I thought I'd gone too far, that I'd been too rough with the teenager, but then she said, "Yeah, you fuckin' shit eater! Bust my bottom wide open!"

I glanced over at Kavita and saw this wild-eyed look on her face. She was still crouched down beside us, still staring at us, but she was back in that same trance she'd fallen into before, as she breathed heavily from her slightly open mouth and continued to frig herself. By now, I was really into fucking Rupa up the arse, holding tightly onto her wide hips as I repeatedly drove my dong to the bottom of her bunghole. Since most of the shit that had been up her arse was now inside my stomach, there was a lot more room in her rectum, and I was eager to have my schlong explore this new open territory.

"Yeah, bang that butt!" Rupa said; then, much to my surprise and delight, she turned her head towards Kavita and added, softly, "Come here, Kavita. I want to suck your pussy while he's fucking my arse."

I expected Kavita to balk, since she'd said nothing to me about their having any kind of sexual relationship, so I was again surprised when she scrambled over, lay in front of Rupa, and spread her legs wide open. Without missing a beat, Rupa thrust her face between the fifteen-year-old's thighs and settled her mouth over the girl's moist, hairless opening.

"Oooh, shit!" Kavita moaned, and, as if by instinct, she closed her eyes, dug her fingers into Rupa's hair, and pulled, trapping the girl's face in her pussy. "Yeah, Girl! Eat my cunt! Make me come!"

By now I was humping the fourteen-year-old so hard that I was shoving her whole body forward -- and her face farther into Kavita's snatch -- with every stroke. And I was able to enjoy not only the sound of our fucking, as my crotch slapped against her arse cheeks, but also the sight, since, whenever I glanced down, I could see a ripple pass through her arse each time I crashed into her. Mostly, though, I was watching Kavita and getting off on the variety of facial expressions and little noises she was making as Rupa licked her slit. Only once as I was looking at her did she briefly open her eyes, and when she saw me staring at her, she smiled, winked, then went right back "under" again, surrendering herself to the persistent attentions of her teenaged friend's lips and tongue.

Naturally, participating in an unexpected threesome like this with two of the youngest, cutest girls I'd ever met made it very difficult to string out my pleasure, so I wasn't surprised when I felt my orgasm coming on and, in fact, wasn't inclined to slow down to try to hold it back, because a part of me was eager to empty my balls in this fourteen-year-old's succulent shitbox. Only a few strokes later, I planted my pole as far up Rupa's arse as I could while pulling her hips back against my crotch.

"Unngh! Unngh! I'm coming!" I grunted. "Take it up that arse!"

"Yeah, Bob!" Kavita urged, now bucking her crotch against Rupa's face. "Shoot your jizz right up her shitty arse!"

Rupa, hanging on tightly to Kavita's thighs while furiously sucking her cunt, just moaned as I blasted several days' worth of semen into her rectum, filling the spasming orifice with spurt after spurt of hot stickiness.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! I'm comin'!" Kavita suddenly screamed. "Eat it!" And she threw her head back and moaned, her whole body now quivering as she maintained a death grip on the back of Rupa's head, forcing the teenager to finish what she'd started.

Rupa just moaned, as she ingested come from both ends, but even as the last of my sperm dribbled into her and my dick began to soften, I knew I wasn't through using the fourteen-year-old's backdoor. As a panting Kavita edged away from her friend's face, I steadied my hold on her hips, took a deep breath, and released.

"Fuck! Shit!" Rupa cried out.

"What's the matter?" asked Kavita. "What's going on?"

"He's fucking PISSING up my arse, that's what!"

"Oh, shit! For real?"

"Yeah, and it feel like he's filling up my whole fucking insides with it!"

That wasn't far from the truth. I'd been needing to take a leak ever since the girls first came in, but I didn't want to leave them just when our sex play was developing, so I'd waited. Now that I'd unloaded my pent-up sperm in the girl's arsehole, I was eagerly spouting a heavy stream of stored-up piss into it as well, instantly transforming it from a substitute pussy into substitute urinal, as my pee surged past her rectum and into her colon.

"Yeah, Bob, do it! Give me every fucking drop you have!" Rupa groaned, her body twitching in response to so much piss being pumped into her. "And when you finish, I'm gonna give it all right back to you!"

When I heard the girl say that, it was suddenly a little harder for me to piss, because my dick started getting hard again. Only once before had I freaked on a woman by peeing in her arsehole after I'd arse fucked her, but afterwards she had jumped up and run to the bathroom to let it all out. Somehow it had never even occurred to me to try sucking everything back out of her, so I was totally intrigued when the fourteen-year-old voiced her intentions. I was also a little fearful, but the overall excitement of drinking Rupa's colon cocktail quickly consumed that fear.

Finally I had emptied my bladder in the girl's poop chute. I then slowly pulled back until the head of my shrinking dick popped out of her. Even with her bowels full of piss, come and leftover shit, Rupa was somehow able to close up her sphincter before any of it escaped and squat over my face again, while Kavita once more took her place beside us to watch. Right away the teenager's arsehole puckered up and a long, wet fart blew out of it spraying my face with the smelly concoction that filled her anal tract.

"Phew!" Kavita complained, turning up her nose and backing away. "That smell BAD!" But it was obviously not bad enough to keep her away, because about two seconds later, she moved right back in close again, just as Rupa's anus bloomed open and a translucent light-brown liquid gushed out, exiting so fast that some of it splashed out of my mouth and hit Kavita in the face.

"Yuck!" the girl squealed, jerking back and wiping at her cheek. But again she was only briefly deterred and, seconds later, once more moved in close to watch me swallow the disgusting mixture at the back of my throat, as it rapidly filled and refilled my mouth.

"Damn," Rupa sighed. "It's such a fuckin' relief to let this shit out."

"Well, you damn sure got enough of it in there!" Kavita responded, as the stinky stream continued to shoot out of her friend's shithole. "It's like he pissed a whole fucking RIVER up your arse!"

"I know. When he went in me, it felt just like a fucking ENEMA! Like I said, I could feel that hot piss all up inside me!"

"Mm, mm, mm," Kavita said, shaking her head as she stared down at me, "and he's drinking it. His own fucking piss."

"Not just piss, Rupa; don't forget there's poop and come in there too. And he swallowing ALL that shit."

"Yeah, I know. You can't get dirtier than that."

Listening to the two girls talk about me while I was right there downing the disgusting draught just made me hornier and more determined than ever to gulp down the entire contents of Rupa's teenaged bowels.

It took several minutes for the fourteen-year-old to completely empty her colon, and I was surprised when--after some final additional long, wet farts--the last thing to leave her puckered port was a slimy cluster of small turds, which sluiced from her shithole and slopped into my mouth. When, afterwards, I noticed the Rupa's anus was simply kissing at me, with nothing more coming out, I hurriedly swallowed the shit that was still sitting in my mouth then lifted my head and speared my tongue into her.

"Oooo, yeah," Rupa cooed. "Clean that shit and piss out of my stinky arse!" And she gently lowered her arse to my face, so I wouldn't have to crane my neck to reach her poop chute. I was just finishing my booty duty when I heard Kavita gasp.

"Oh, shit!" she said. "Look what time it is!"

Lifting her arse off my face, Rupa glanced at my clock-radio and said, "Yeah, we gotta get the fuck out of here."

"What's the rush, girls?"

"'Scare Me to Death - 5' is playing round the corner," said Rupa, "and it's starting in half an hour!"

"Bob, can we use your shower?" Kavita asked.

"Sure, no problem."

There followed a flurry of activity, as the girls grabbed up their clothes, jumped over my still prone body, and sprinted to the bathroom. Here we had just engaged in some of the kinkiest sex imaginable, yet they seemed to be much more excited about seeing a movie. But then I had to remind myself who I was dealing with and how girls their ages had the amazing ability get positively giddy about something as mundane as shopping at the mall.

Getting up, I put on my robe, picked up the girls' backpacks, and carried them out of the room. As I passed the bathroom, I could hear giggling amidst the running water. A few minutes later, the door swung open and the now fully-clothed girls were surprised to see me standing there with their backpacks. I helped them put them on and led them to the front door. After reminding the girls how important it was that they share this experience only with each other, I thanked them for coming over, unlocked the door, stuck my head out to check the hallway, and let them out, watching as they scurried into the stairwell instead of waiting for the elevator.

After I relocked the door, I felt the same time warp sensation I'd experienced after my first encounter with Kavita, as though what had happened occurred days ago. But this time, even before I got back to my bedroom, I knew that the evidence of what the two girls and I had done -- shit and all -- would still be there, and the reality of our kinky encounter would come rushing back to linger forever in my brain as a warm memory.

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