Mandy Makes a Move 2

by bluepervina - © 2003

( FF, M/M, rom, voy, ws, scat, vomit )

Please read the first Mandy Makes a Move if you haven't already. This story does not backtrack much at all.

 

Mandy dug out every scented candle she could find in her house. After lighting them all, her room slowly began to smell better. Anything would have been an improvement over the stench of piss and shit that seemed to permeate the whole room. After cleaning herself forever in the hot bath, she'd spent nearly an hour scrubbing the carpet, then she dragged up the wet vac from the garage to suction all the soapy suds she'd made. She'd wiped down and sprayed her desk and desk chair with disinfectant. She'd even done the same to her computer; and with her keyboard, she actually ran it under the shower and left in there on its end to drain and dry.

It was horrible and it was wonderful. She had pissed all over herself, her desk chair, her desk, everywhere. Splatters of piss were somehow ten feet away on the closet door. The towels she'd folded up and sat on had absorbed a lot, of course, but she'd really let loose. The exhilaration of it all was still giving her a good buzz, even two hours later.

She'd crossed another line. She hadn't cared about cleanliness or odor or anything. She'd wanted to piss herself and she did!

But it was shit that sent her over the edge. Mandy still felt the ghost of an itch across her breasts and on her belly, where she'd smashed it. Her pussy was still thick with oozing juice from her excitement at what she'd done. Smearing the shit everywhere she could, Mandy had made herself into a filthy brown shitwhore and had come harder than ever before. The only thing missing was that she hadn't been able to eat it, but she knew that would happen soon enough. Like Femdirty3 had said in the private chat: she'd have to get drunk the first few times.

Femdirty3. Mandy's cunt throbbed at the thought of that woman. Whoever she was, she had given Mandy the encouragement-the push-that she had needed. The girl regretted cutting the woman off, for the second time, but she'd find some way to make it up to her. She owed her everything, after all. And what if she really was housewife with kids and a loving husband? What if she and her husband really did love shit sex and could somehow hide it from their kids and live normal lives, above shame and doubt, full of the confidence and freedom that she craved for herself? A large part of Mandy still feared that it was too good to be true. It was the same part of herself that told her she was sick. Depraved. Disgusting. Psychopathic. But Mandy thought those feelings were on the run now. She was too happy and too horny to worry about it.

All she had to concern herself with was cleaning up and de-stinking herself and her room, so that the rest of her perverted plans could get underway.

Roxanne would be over at any moment. She was bringing a porno and booze. Mandy had already made popcorn and brought it up (just more scents to confuse and distract from the shit stink that Mandy was convinced she could still perceive). She'd also sprayed her bedspread and pillows lightly with perfume. It was a boudoir now, and Mandy sighed, with nothing left to do but sit on the corner of her bed and wait to hear the knock downstairs. Her heart was pounding; the more she tried to think of something else, the worse it got.

Mandy wore a long, soft cotton t-shirt and some simple white panties. Sexy enough for anybody, she thought.

Hopefully Roxanne would actually be willing to do what they'd joked about. Perhaps Mandy would really get to make love to her friend after all, and maybe even show her the dirty new games that she liked to play. It was like a dream that she'd even be thinking about such things, and now she was maybe only a few minutes from making it happen for real!

Roxanne, being Hispanic, was dark and lush and gorgeous. Mandy had always admired her, going all the way back to elementary school. That was why she'd eagerly begun to practice kissing with Roxanne all those years ago. She'd been in love. Even now, after Roxanne had gained some muscle and grown a bit stout through her waist and legs, she was still easily the prettiest girl Mandy had ever befriended. Mandy was even accustomed to Roxanne's short, boyish haircut by now, though it had taken her all of high school to get used to it.

"Lacrosse and soccer are not good on the hair, Mandy," Roxanne would always say, easily exasperated with the topic of her hair. I can't play all the time and have all that mess flopping around making me hot, looking ratty, and getting split ends. Come on!" And Mandy always shrugged and agreed, admitting that it had of course been a very sensible decision to have it cut that way.

Mandy had also stepped into the neighborhood of a new understanding of her best friend, although she wasn't quite ready to knock on the door. With sports buffing up her body and with her hair butching up her face, Roxanne had lately become the subject of some whispers that had gone around school. She'd begun to get lumped into the same jokes that were told about Ms. Reilly, the PE (and lacrosse and soccer) coach-lesbian jokes. "What dinosaur did Roxanne write about for her term paper? 3;The Lickalotapuss!"

It was stupid, and Roxanne had laughed it off and moved on, because that was her style-happy and free. But Mandy thought the meanness of their classmates had sprung from fear, and that maybe the fear had sprung from the truth. Roxanne was different. She was a dyke. Mandy had no real proof, of course. It wasn't something either of them ever discussed. But Roxanne never, ever, had a boyfriend; through all those years of listening to Mandy prattle on about her boys, Roxanne had maintained they were all "too immature" for her, and she'd wait for college to go all silly like her friend.

Mandy, though Roxanne's best friend, was not an athlete. They weren't seen together all that much, and they didn't obsess over their friendship in the same way that a lot of other "Best Friends 4Ever" did. All that gushing and constant companionship didn't really suit either of them, which was one reason why they got along so well. During the school day, they'd only talked before and after school, because they didn't even share the same classes during senior year. Mercifully, all of that had meant Mandy had never been much included in the lesbian jokes. Having a stud boyfriend like Steve had helped, obviously. But now that seemed hilarious to Mandy-after all, look what a fag he turned out to be!

Of course, after crushing on Roxanne in her young adolescent way, Mandy eventually grew up and gravitated toward boys; and once she'd first sucked off a guy in tenth grade and finally tasted cock, she knew she'd always have a hunger for it. And after finally fucking a boy, of course, it was obvious that Mandy would like doing that as often as she could. Even now, with Steve gone for good and her sights clearly set on taking a girl into her bed, Mandy was wondering idly how long it was going to be before she could find some guy out there who might be willing to get as dirty as she hungered to be.

Nevertheless, she was all keyed up because she still liked the idea of kissing girls, and she loved the memory of frenching with Roxanne. So many nights in elementary and middle school they'd slept over and held one another, deeply sucking on each other's mouths, tentatively rubbing fingertips over breastbuds, wrapping legs around each other, sleeping entwined. They were some of Mandy's most precious memories. Of course, now that she was a new high school grad, only a few weeks away from starting college, all of that felt like a lifetime ago. And yet she was starting to feel the same kind of lump in her throat that she used to get then.

* * *

Roxanne flopped onto Mandy's bed with a dramatic "ungh" and buried her face in the soft pink comforter. She blindly held out a half-emptied bottle in one hand, a videocassette in the other.

"Polmos and Pornos!" she declared with a muffled shout into the bedding. Mandy was sure her parents couldn't hear, but she jumped nonetheless. Taking the items from her friend, she elbowed her in the ribs until she turned over, gasping for breath and smiling, wild.

"You're drunk already, you bitch!" Mandy squealed. Roxanne just nodded and rolled her eyes.

"What the hell? It's this vodka Dad buys by case every now and then, and God it's so nice 3;. He had this one already opened and started on a little, and I just figured I'd take the edge off after working out, you know, just drink a little on the way over 3;." She giggled and rolled onto her side and buried her face against Mandy's hip. Her arm flopped across Mandy's bare legs, only an inch away from her crotch. Mandy steadied her breathing before she spoke.

"You'll fall asleep before we even get to watch the movie," she pouted, truly beginning to feel disappointed. "And I made fucking popcorn."

But then Roxanne bolted upright, standing on the bed so suddenly it nearly bounced Mandy right off. She made fists of her hands and pointed them up at ceiling fan, her feet set wide, her grin lost in mock-seriousness. "No!" Roxanne declared. "I'm not drunk! I'm just full of shit! It's the A-ma-zing SHITGIRL!"

Then she collapsed back in a heap, right in Mandy's lap, giggling.

Mandy couldn't help but giggle along. It was why she loved Roxanne so much. She was so crazy. So happy. Never worried. Never boring. Her face was also right against Mandy's belly as they finished off their laugh, her arms wrapping around Mandy's waist, tight.

Mandy laid the bottle and video on the bed and put her hands on Roxanne's hair, running her fingers through the short, dark silk. Her cunt was surely soaking through to the comforter now. Roxanne moaned as her laugh finished off, and she rubbed her face luxuriously, catlike, into Mandy's stomach as her hair was caressed.

"I like that," her friend muttered. Then she took a deep sniff. Mandy froze, terrified. This was it.

"You smell so good," Roxanne said, sniffing for another long moment. Mandy went back to rubbing the girl's head and holding her breath. "It's not like I remember you-back then, you know." Another sniff. "I don't know, it's not like a woman instead of a girl thing, exactly. It's more like you're 3;" sniff "I don't know 3;." sniff " 3;earthy now 3;." Her voice trailed off. Mandy almost laughed. If you only knew!

"Thanks," was all Mandy could think to say, wondering what to do next. But Roxanne took care of that.

Rubbing her face higher, Roxanne lingered a long time between Mandy's breasts, just rocking her head side to side in her cleavage. Then she was kissing Mandy's neck. Licking her earlobe. Pressing her lips against Mandy's, and then their mouths were open. Mandy's hands were still gently entwined in Roxanne's hair, and Roxanne was softly kneading Mandy's breasts through her shirt. They kissed for a long time, tongues exploring, dancing, tasting of each other. It was just like always, and it had been too long. Mandy knew Roxanne felt the same way-lightheaded, craving ten different orgasms done ten different ways, all at once, and, strangely, wanting to just hold her and weep, too.

Maybe we really are in love, she thought.

But then Roxanne pulled slowly away, finally kissing the tip of Mandy's nose and smiling. "I think we should watch the tape now and get drunk. For real, this time. Then-" Roxanne scooted away from Mandy with an impish smirk to rest, leaning back on the pillows at the head of the bed- "I might just let you fuck me. What do you think?"

I think you don't have choice, Mandy thought. You like my smell, my old-smeared-shit smell that the raspberry soap and the loofa couldn't scrub completely away. It made you horny enough to go ahead and kiss me. But will you let me do what I really want? Mandy was almost too giddy to stand and step over to the VCR, but she made it. As the tape slid in with a robotic little whir, Mandy grabbed up the bowl of popcorn, retrieved the vodka, and settled in next to her friend.

Roxanne had kicked off her shoes, pulled off her socks, and pulled down her shorts. She kicked them off the bed as Mandy pretended to be shocked, fluttering a hand to her chest, southern belle style.

"What?" Roxanne chuckled. "I'm getting ready to fuck, OK? I mean, how do you watch pornos, biotch?" Mandy elbowed her in the ribs, but didn't start removing her own things. She knew Roxanne wouldn't care. They would come off eventually, right? So she just nibbled on the popcorn and studied Roxanne's well-muscled body as she pulled off her panties, shirt, and sports bra. Her pussy was thickly hairy, with tangles of tight black curls, and it smelled like a barn. Strong, wild pussy. Mandy just stared and stared. Then she surveyed the rest of her friend, from her strong thighs to her small, perfect-handful-sized breasts, and she nearly put down the popcorn.

"You're gorgeous, you know," Mandy whispered. Their eyes met, and she nearly melted to see the gratitude welling up in Roxanne. Her filthy aspirations for the night were temporarily pushed aside, and a kind of puppyish romance flooded into its place. Mandy did love her friend. A lot.

"Really?" Roxanne asked. "You think I'm pretty?"

Mandy just nodded, then leaned over and shared another long, sweet kiss with her friend. Roxanne moaned through the whole thing.

Suddenly the TV chirped something at them, and the black screen blinked into focus. As if on cue, the popcorn was off Mandy's lap, onto the bedside table, and the two of them were simply passing the vodka back and forth. Roxanne cleared her throat before and after every swig, and looked at Mandy repeatedly when Mandy was taking her own gulps.

The TV showed nothing but an empty bedroom for a couple minutes. Indistinguishable noise could be heard in the background. A toilet flushing, sink running, hinges creaking. Muffled, brief conversation. There was a bed that consumed most of the frame, and over the headboard was a framed print. On a bedside table was a small lamp, a bottle of lubricant, and several dildos of varying sizes. The lighting was decent, coming from above the bed and behind the camera, too. Mandy waited, trading the bottle back and forth, wondering what this could be. She'd never before seen an amateur porno before, only the pro stuff. It looked cheap, but it must be good, or else Roxanne wouldn't have brought it over.

Maybe a minute dragged on, and Mandy found herself staring at the print that hung over the large bed. Its subject was a beautiful woman, nude except for a gauzy short robe, flung open, leaned back in a fancy bedroom loveseat, her legs spread, one foot on the floor. A makeup mirror was propped up on the lounge, pointing back up the length of her body. She had her hands up in her hair, like she was fixing it, but she wasn't using that mirror to see what she was doing with her head. Her eyes would have to be on the reflection of her cunt, on the wispy trail of hair running up from her crotch to her navel. She was drinking in the sight of her own creamy skin, the gentle rise of her small belly, the languid roll of her fine breasts out to each side of her torso, the areolas large, nipples fat with want.

"I like that painting," Roxanne declared, but before Mandy could respond, someone appeared in the frame. Roxanne quickly spoke up again, "I hope you like this," then took a long pull on the vodka.

Mandy stared hard at the screen. A girl had just climbed up onto the bed, leaning back against the pillows. She was naked, very tanned-looking, and dark-haired. Short-haired. She promptly stuck her feet into the air and began rubbing her pussy. It was gloriously hairy, black curls matted with her own wetness. One hand spread the hair, parted her hidden lips, while the other ran fingers up and down, in and out.

It was Roxanne, masturbating in some bedroom Mandy had never seen before. Before she could collect herself and figure out how she felt about that, another person climbed up onto the bed and knelt between Roxanne's legs. Another woman, nude, with a tattoo of a dragon on her back. She buried her face in Roxanne's cunt, and Roxanne moaned and put her hands to her own breasts.

Mandy turned to gape in amazement at her friend, who was smiling shyly back.

"Well, it's not like it wasn't obvious, right?" Roxanne said. "I just thought it was time to-you know-be honest with you."

Mandy looked from the TV and back to Roxanne, back and forth, for several moments, and stupid, open-mouthed smile on her face. Finally, she managed to put to words what she was feeling. Sort of.

"Cool," Mandy whispered, finally settling her swiveling head to stare only at the TV. She was even more excited than before, and the sensation was better than any high she'd ever had. She'd fuck her crazy friend for sure, and she'd show her she had her own surprises, too. Hot damn.

"You mean it?" Roxanne asked in a small voice. "Really?"

Mandy only looked long into Roxanne's eyes, nodding, smiling. At the same time, she began to wonder what she was about to see Roxanne do in the video. What she liked. If she'd get freaky or play it tame. Might make a big difference in how I go after her later, Mandy thought.

On the TV, Roxanne was now up on her hands and knees, and the woman was fingering her cunt with three fingers while she licked her asshole. Mandy nearly cheered. Then the woman was fingering Roxanne's anus, too, both hands working her holes, alternating in and out. Roxanne's face was buried in a pillow, and her whole body began to twitch, more and more.

"Um-I'm a little into it, you know," Roxanne apologized. Just then the video Roxanne lifted her face and gave a loud wail of happiness, coming like crazy. The woman continued to finger her holes, growling nonsensical noises of encouragement. Finally, Roxanne's knees gave out from under her and she collapsed on her belly. The woman withdrew her fingers, licked each one, then sensuously stretched herself out over the length of Roxanne's body.

Mandy had looked closely at the woman's fingers, but they were clean. Nevertheless, it was a hopeful sign. At least Roxanne liked assplay.

The woman was licking Roxanne's neck, shoulders, and back, while her hands covered Roxanne's, flung out to the side, held still. Then Roxanne began to struggle against her. It wasn't in anger or panic. It was like a part of their lovemaking. They were wrestling. Roxanne had to get herself out from under the woman and top her, and the woman was fighting to hold her down.

Beside Mandy, Roxanne muttered, "I like this. Watch."

On the TV, Roxanne managed to get her knees scrunched under herself again, raising her ass slowly into the air. The woman simply rode up with her, still laid out over the length of her back. But then Roxanne got a foot loose from under the woman's foot. With vicious, blind kicks, Roxanne smacked her foot back up toward her own ass, but hitting the woman's ass and cunt instead. With all her strength, Roxanne hacked with her foot at the woman's crotch and cheeks. The woman struggled to stay on top of Roxanne, to ride her as long as possible. Meanwhile, the more times Roxanne's foot hit her, the louder she moaned.

Finally, Roxanne rolled her off and jumped onto her chest, pinning the woman as she lay sprawled on her back. Deftly, she spun around and buried her face in the woman's crotch, while the woman lifted her head and began to lick at Roxanne's own damp mess. It was a long, groan-filled, full-on munching mouthful 69. Mandy was impressed and eager. It looked like Roxanne really knew how to do that the right way. The woman bucked and squealed beneath her countless times, coming over and over.

Then Mandy got part of the blessing she'd been hoping for. Roxanne elbowed her gently, then muttered, "This part's a little gross, maybe you can fast forward."

Mandy quickly got the remote from the bedside table and paused the video.

"What? Why?" she asked, dizzy with expectation. Could her friend 3; really 3;?

Roxanne blushed and leaned over for the remote. Mandy moved her hand away quickly. "Oh no, you sick lezzie. I'm watching this!" Mandy dramatically pointed and clicked the thing, and Roxanne sat back and eyed her suspiciously. Mandy, in contrast, sat herself up a little and watched the action closely.

The woman, now spreading Roxanne's pussy lips wide open with both hands, gasped with lust. "Give it to me, Roxie! Please give it to me, baby!"

Beside Mandy, Roxanne covered her face with her hands and uttered a small, embarrassed little squeak.

Then the TV Roxanne pissed all over the woman's face.

Mandy was suddenly fingering her own pussy. The remote was forgotten, dropped onto the floor, and now with one hand Mandy had pulled aside her panties, while with the other she was making sloppy sounds. Roxanne's piss spurted over and over, in great messy splashes, drenching the woman and the bed, spraying out onto the floor, out of the frame, even. It was like her friend hadn't peed in three days. It just kept coming. The woman's hair, soaked completely, freely dripped piss everywhere when she finally sat up and reached out for a pillow to wipe off her eyes, which obviously stung.

Mandy could smell her cunt, and she couldn't stop her hands now. It was time to get off. Roxanne liked pissing. She'd have piss sex with Mandy. And maybe more. And Mandy found herself closing her eyes and arching her back, ignoring the video for a moment, just desperate to get to the enormous orgasm that seemed to be just toying with her.

Then Roxanne pulled up Mandy's t-shirt and began to chew and suck on her nipples. And Mandy hit the promised land like a brick.

"Nnnngghhh! Nnnnggghhh! Oh-fuck-God-fuck-fuck-nnnnggghhh-OH!" Mandy screamed.

"Fucking-nnnnggghhh-God-fuck-YES!"

Roxanne held a nipple between her teeth, flicking it roughly with her tongue, while her hand twisted the other nipple around and around an impossible number of times, finally holding it pulled way out in this wound-up state, stretching the whole breast up and away from her body, and pinching the nipple for all it was worth. Mandy got four fingers as deep as she could inside herself, then strummed at her clit with her other hand like it was the last banjo contest on earth.

"OH-FUCKING-YEAH!"

Then there was a knock on the door. Instantly, both girls were up, and Roxanne frantically struggled to jump back into her clothes.

"Young lady, what is the problem in here?" The locked door was tested. "Why are you girls screaming?"

Mandy, her legs barely able to support her, wobbled over to the door and unlocked it, peeking out of it just a crack. Her mother's annoyed face tried to peer around her, but Mandy had the view blocked. Besides, Roxanne was already dressed by now. This is so stupid, Mandy fumed. I'm a fucking adult now and having to deal with this shit.

"What's going on?" her mother demanded. "Good lord-just how many candles have you got lit in there?"

Behind her, Mandy heard Roxanne mutter, "Yeah, now that you mention it. This is a lot of fucking candles, Mandy!"

Mandy had to laugh. Her fragile post-orgasmic state couldn't handle much at that point, so she just collapsed into a big giggle, leaning against the cracked door. Her mother remained unchanged, asking again, "Mandy, what's going on?"

Mandy, still giggling, said, "Oh Mom, you know how it is. Us girls just up and decided to have a bunch of wild lesbian sex just now, and we got a little too excited!"

Roxanne quietly gasped, but then began to laugh along with Mandy. Mandy's Mom, completely flummoxed, took a step back and frowned. Then she wagged her finger at her daughter and said, "That's not funny, young lady. You watch your tongue."

Mandy thought, That's funny, but fuck you, Mom. I'm almost moved out of here and able to say and do whatever I want. And I want lesbian orgasms and lesbian piss and a whole bunch of hot shit to play with. I'm so perverted and sick you'd crap your own pants and die if you knew it. And I don't think I'd care!

It surprised her, but it was true. Her life had changed and she didn't care about following certain rules from her old life anymore. Profoundly annoyed that her plans were pretty much ruined for the night, Mandy stood there at a loss for how exactly to react; but she knew, more than anything, that she had to do something. It was either fight with her mom and just totally ruin everything, or maybe she'd just leave. She chose to leave.

"Oh, Mom, lighten up." Mandy closed the door again and locked it. Her mother began to lecture and threaten on the other side of the door, but soon enough her voice faded and she'd walked away. Mandy went around and blew out all the candles, her mood suddenly more nervous than sour. This was now outside her plan, and she wasn't sure if it was smart to do anything outside the plan that night, as far as Roxanne was concerned. Maybe she'd be pissed or upset that she couldn't get a chance to get her own nice orgasm. Mandy quickly put on some shorts and her flip-flops, then turned to Roxanne, who was standing there just watching her, her shirt on inside-out.

"Let's go do something crazy," Mandy said boldly, and Roxanne grinned with her usual fierce zeal. Mandy instantly knew it was going to be a fun night, after all.

"Oh yeah, let's," she agreed. "And I know just what we can do. Come on."

She led Mandy downstairs and out the front door. Mandy didn't even call out to tell her folks she was leaving. She knew they'd hear the door and all, and she knew they'd let her go.

In the yard, walking across to Roxanne's little Hyundai, Mandy grabbed and held her friend's hand. It was the one she'd had halfway up her pussy, and it was still a little sticky. Roxanne squeezed it, then raised it to her nose for a sniff.

"Yummy," she growled. But then they were getting into the car, and Mandy wondered how long it would be before they had a chance to do anything about the truly "yummy" parts of Roxanne that she was dying to taste.

* * *

Roxanne drove them to Jeff's neighborhood, parking her car around the corner. Mandy nearly jumped through the moonroof.

"Oh, that's right!" she cried. "Do you think our little fag-boys are fucking again tonight? Do I finally get to watch them?"

Roxanne just grinned and led the way. "Let's find out!"

They cut across a couple lawns until Roxanne had them positioned perfectly behind the bushes next to the wall of Jeff's house. Both close to drunk, it was a challenge to get into position silently. They had to clutch at each other for support, but finally they were kneeling in the cool dirt with a front row view through the basement window, right down on the couch below.

Jeff and Steve were playing Playstation 2, drinking beer, and eating Cheetos. Naked.

"Nice," Mandy muttered, feeling her cunt juice up again. Roxanne leaned hard against her from behind, looking over her shoulder. She was warm and firm and strong. Mandy reached up a hand and stroked her friend's arm. Roxanne responded by reaching inside Mandy's shirt to play with her breasts. It was all Mandy could do to keep from groaning like a whore cow.

They watched the two of them for only a few minutes before the boys' two-player game ended and Steve told Jeff to get him more beer. It was a little difficult, considering all the noise that nature made at night, but the girls could just barely hear them. Steve called Jeff a dillhole, and Jeff just laughed back. Jeff stood and walked across to the fridge. His cock was nice and thick, average length, and sticking straight out. It barely bobbed at all while he walked back with the beer. He was rigid and ready.

"Now, suck me, you little bitch," Steve growled. Same old jerk, Mandy thought. Ordering people around to give him his pleasure. Same with the boys as he was with the girls. Mr. King of Fucking. He needs his nuts cut off, is what he needs, she thought. I bet Roxanne would do it.

Jeff meekly got down on his knees between Steve's legs and swallowed Steve's impressive tool slowly, lovingly. Steve shifted a little, as if annoyed, and reached out to reset the game. He played it while Jeff continued to suck and lick. Soon he was deeply engrossed in the action, unconsciously fucking his cock into Jeff's open, drooling mouth. Long ropes of slobber dropped from Jeff's chin onto the floor as he caressed Steve's balls and let his mouth gape like a street corner cunt.

Mandy was impressed. Steve was too long for her to deep throat like that. Twice she'd even puked when he'd shoved it down her throat when she wasn't ready. Hilarious to think back on it now, how pissed he'd been. But at the time, she was terrified he'd be so angry he'd break up. What a stupid bitch I was, Mandy thought.

Roxanne, still lovingly squeezing and rubbing Mandy's breasts with one hand, whispered, "You know, I don't know if I'll ever do that. Never really wanted to, you know?" Mandy, floating from the caresses and the view through the window, just nodded and muttered, "Yeah." But Roxanne laughed softly and hugged her close.

"You distracted horny biotch," she murmured.

Steve finally finished his game, set down the controller, and grabbed Jeff by his ears. Dragging him between his knees like a bag of dog food as Jeff scrambled to support his own weight and move where he was supposed to go, Steve got off the couch and positioned Jeff a little bit away from it, laying him on his back on top of a big sheet of garden plastic. Mandy shivered. This is it.

"Oh, fuck," Roxanne breathed heavily into her ear. "Holy fuck 3;."

Steve stood up and shook his cock for a minute until it was almost soft. Then he grabbed the beer Jeff had just got him, opened it, and abruptly poured it all over Jeff. Of course, Jeff cried out and lifted his hands to deflect the cold brew. Steve laughed and made sure to slowly pour it out all over his love slave, moving the can around randomly, making sneaky little splashes of Amberbock rain down on him until the it was empty.

Then he put the bottle down to his dick and began to piss into it. Soon it was overflowing, and Steve stopped. He lifted the bottle and held it out over Jeff's chattering body.

"This ought to warm you up," he sneered, and he poured the piss out all over him. Jeff moaned and smiled. He rubbed the warm urine all over, wherever he could get to it as it splashed onto him. He got lucky and some went into his mouth; he made a big show of swallowing and making approving little noises.

After the bottle emptied, Steve kneeled and ordered Jeff to raise his knees and spread his legs, which he did immediately. Steve roughly shoved the end of the bottle up Jeff's asshole, then stood up and put his foot on the base of the dark glass. Jeff groaned in pain, but his hands went to his nipples and began to twist and pinch them.

"God, how fucking perverted," Roxanne panted, pinching Mandy's nipples pretty hard now, too. Mandy only smiled to herself and tried not to fall. Roxanne was leaning against her with almost all her weight now, and it was tough to stay kneeling with her body and an orgasm just about to knock her over. "I can't believe it gets me this hot watching guys do this," Roxanne mused, and Mandy could tell she didn't finish her whole thought. But Mandy wasn't worried about it. Steve was pushing harder with his foot.

Jeff's asshole was painfully opening wide for the long brown beer bottle, and he could barely contain himself. He thrashed his head side to side and whimpered just like Mandy's long-dead cocker spaniel, Precious. His hands worked double-time on his nipples.

"Open wide," Steve snarled, and he pissed freely all over Jeff's tortured body.

Mandy, quivering, came so hard she had to fling out her hands and brace herself against the wall. Roxanne could've fallen face first into the dirt, but her excellent athletic instincts kept her snugly leaned against Mandy's back. Her fingers just kept on twisting and pinching. Mandy knew there was more to come.

"OK, fucker, do you think you deserve it?" Steve asked. Jeff was awash in a slippery-looking sheen of piss, from head to toe, and great puddles of it were all around him. Steve must not have urinated in a long time. Jeff ran his hands all over his wet skin, then sucked his fingers into his mouth, tasting the piss as it cooled. He only looked up at Steve with pitiful, enormous eyes, and nodded. Steve kicked at the bottle up Jeff's ass and laughed. Jeff cried out dropped his legs, the bottle pinned against the floor, all but an inch of it shoved up his purpled asshole.

Steve stood over Jeff, his feet on either side of his face, and he reached back and spread his ass cheeks apart. Grunting, watching Jeff's expressions, Steve let loose a little more piss onto Jeff's eager mouth. Mandy stared, shocked to numbness with the realization of what it was she was about to witness. The filth was on its way. It made her entire being buzz like a horny hive of bees, she wanted to see it so bad!

Steve spoke between grunts, "Well 3; bitch 3; since you 3; like this 3; so much now 3;. Let's 3; just 3; do it 3; again! Ahhhhhh 3;.."

A long, thick turd emerged suddenly from Steve's rectum. It split the pale twin globes of his ass with its dark protrusion, quickly tipping itself downward and plummeting onto Jeff's neck. The broken-off end of the shit was still sticking out of Steve's ass, and he grunted mightily and produced another mammoth turd log for Jeff. This one fell on his chest with a splat that the girls could even hear through the window. Several more smaller, softer globs of shit fell onto Jeff; before Steve could even step away, Jeff was reaching down and beginning to rub it all over.

Mandy came again, Roxanne's hand still working at her nipples, the sight of that shit and Jeff loving it so much was just too much for Mandy to handle. She braced her hands against the wall once more and softly shook as she watched.

"Oh-wow!" was all Roxanne could mutter, over and over.

Steve squatted onto Jeff's face and ordered, "Clean my asshole, bitch. Lick my shit!"

Jeff, still rubbing shit everywhere on his stomach and chest and neck, enthusiastically drove his open mouth up tight against Steve's ass, his tongue obviously hard at work. Mandy wondered what that would be like, to rim filth like that, right from the fresh source itself. She envied Jeff, for sure.

Steve stroked himself back to full hardness, then stood up and stepped away. Jeff took quick advantage and gathered up lumps of brown excrement and wiped them on his cheeks and arms. Steve kicked him perfunctorily in the ribs, and Jeff whimpered, pausing in his shitbath.

"Get rid of the bottle and get up on your hands and knees, bitch," Steve commanded. Jeff grunted, lifted one foot into the air, and the beer bottle slid slowly out his ass. Steve kicked it away as Jeff turned over and stuck his ass in the air. Steve got behind him and roughly shoved his cock straight up Jeff's ass. Buried it to the root. Jeff sobbed from the pain, but his shit-covered hand moved down to stroke his own dick, nonetheless.

Mandy winced to watch that violation. Having never experienced anal intercourse with anyone, she didn't know how it might feel. But she knew how much it hurt when a big, hard log of shit came out too fast. It tore and burned, and she'd feel the sting for many days afterward. Watching Jeff like that, Mandy knew he'd be feeling it probably a lot longer than that. But he was stroking himself like lightning, all the same.

Roxanne was silent, but breathing heavily, her fingers still nippling around.

Steve reached out and pushed on the back of Jeff's head. Jeff immediately dropped his face down to the floor, his mouth open, squashing his chin and cheeks and teeth into the messy piles of shit on the floor. He was eating it!

"That's it, bitch. Eat it. EAT MY SHIT!" Steve's brutal pounding of Jeff's ass gained even more speed as he degraded his lover. Mandy could see her ex-boyfriend's fingers digging into Jeff's hips so deeply they were bound to leave fingernail marks, maybe even some permanent scars if he broke the skin hard enough.

Her ears rang, she was lightheaded. The vodka finally made things spin a little, and she almost felt sick. It was so incredible, and it made her so horny, watching all that filth. Jeff's mouth was full of gooey brown shit, running down his chin as he raised his head to chew. Steve kept fucking his ravaged hole like it was the last ass he'd ever fuck. Jeff, grunting and gagging as he chewed, turned his face to look back at his man. He smiled and lewdly gaped his mouth. A fat glob of wet shit slowly wobbled forward toward his lower teeth, shaken loose by Steve's frantic deep thrusts. The slimy brown mass then suddenly fell out and rolled down his lips and chin, leaving a sloppy wet brown trail. Mandy's orgasm hit her just then with a sick kind of lurch, sending her sprawling toward the wall for support once more. Roxanne let go of her tit this time, shifting herself around a little behind her friend until Mandy could barely feel her back there at all.

Then Steve, lurching awkwardly against Jeff, vomited all over his fucktoy's back. Jeff's orgasm hit him at once, his cock spurting long thick ropes of semen all over the brown puddles beneath him. Every thrust of Steve's now squirted at least a little jizz out of Jeff's fat dick, for at least a dozen strokes. Then Steve puked again, then again, messy chunks of orange and pinkish stuff splattered everywhere. Jeff's back was completely defiled. Little hillocks of fermenting, bitter, stinking vomit were all over him. Much of it was sliding slowly over his ribs and dripping onto the floor, the more Steve continued to fuck his ass and jostle his body.

Jeff just lowered his face back into the soft mound of shit below and puked his own guts out. His hoarse vomiting wracked his entire body. Convulsions twice as hard as Steve's. Mandy began to feel seriously sick herself now, but she couldn't stop watching. Brownish-yellowed mush sprayed everywhere as an enormous pool of horrid shit-vomit collected all around Jeff's face.

Fighting down her own bile, Mandy clamped her mouth shut tight. A large part of her wanted to just do it, but she was afraid of the noise and the mess. It could be dangerous for Steve to catch them. She knew she wouldn't be ready for her ass to be treated like Jeff's by anybody for a long time.

As Jeff once more fantastically tensed his entire body to bring up his stomach, Steve's cock let loose. The clamping pressure in Jeff's ass from his violent puking had done it. Steve was coming like crazy. He drove his cock so hard into Jeff's ass that Jeff fell flat upon the floor and the rancid mess of shit and puke that lay everywhere. Steve just stayed on him, his dick deep in him, until every last bit of his jizz was out.

Mandy, desperate for one last orgasm, put a hand down her panties and one up her shirt. She thought Roxanne must be doing the same thing, since she hadn't felt her much in the past few moments. And who could blame her. She'd missed out on any kind of a come back at Mandy's house, and she'd denied herself most the time so far there at the basement window. In the midst of her nauseated, orgasmic haze, Mandy managed to acknowledge to herself that she might truly love Roxanne forever.

And then she felt it, and she came.

Roxanne was pissing on her.

Hot urine hit the back of Mandy's head like a water gun, drenching her hair and sending a river of piss all down her neck, washing over her shirt, soaking her tits and her back. Mandy instinctively ducked, but then she twisted her upper body and turned her face directly into the thick, hissing stream. OH FUCK! Her mind screamed. THIS IS IT! She opened her mouth and swallowed gulp after gulp of Roxanne's bitter, oily piss. Her pussy seemed to meld into one massive thumping clit, with every molecule of air that touched it sending her higher and higher into orgasm.

With her eyes shut tight against the burning stuff, she just kept her mouth open and feverishly tasted and touched, smelled and heard. It was perfect. She was shaking all over with wave after wave of orgasm. Her body was involuntarily convulsing with a violence that sent her back into the wall. Her head clonked against the rough brick, but she didn't care. She was feeling way too good and way too dirty.

The flow slowed, then stopped. Struggling to blink her eyes free of the stinging piss, Mandy was finally able to see Roxanne there, standing above her. Her shorts and panties were nowhere in sight. She stood with her feet wide apart, her knees slightly bent, her pelvis thrust out toward Mandy. Her hands still held her bushy cuntlips open as the last few drips fell to the ground. Their eyes met. Roxanne had obviously come hard as she was pissing all over her friend. Her mouth hung slack and her eyes shone with the thick glaze of joy that couldn't be denied for anything other than a seriously strong orgasm.

Mandy just smiled at her as she knelt there, shaking out her piss-soaked hair.

"Well," Mandy drawled, giddy, shaking, about to laugh loud enough to wake the dead, "I guess you liked watching that."

Roxanne blinked, then grinned in her crooked way. If it had been light, Mandy was sure she'd see her friend was blushing.

She realized she wasn't nauseated anymore. In fact, she felt wonderful! Piss sex was every bit as fantastic as she'd dreamed it would be. Despite the fact that it got her severely cold and smelly almost immediately. Despite the fact that she was still kneeling in dirt-now mud-her clothes completely drenched, her body nothing but a cheap toilet. It was worth it. It was so worth it for the kind of freedom she felt, the thrill at busting through so many barriers, embracing her lust with every ounce of eagerness and need that she'd ever known.

It was the way she was made to fuck. Every part of her body, every part of her lover's. Sweat, pussy juice, semen. Spit, puke, piss, shit. She wanted it all, from whomever she might fuck, from now on. She wanted Roxanne's hand inside her cunt. Her foot. Both feet! Whatever she could possibly do, she wanted to do it. She was willing to split till she bled. She thought about her periods, and suddenly she couldn't wait to try licking on her tampons, sucking at Roxanne's bloodied pussy.

Oh God, I'm still so horny! Mandy thought. She eyed Roxanne for a long moment more, savoring an idea. Roxanne chuckled at Mandy's wild smile.

"What?" Roxanne innocently asked. But they both knew what they were going to do next.

Problem was, they had to run first.

"HEY!" a voice shouted just then. Steve was standing at the corner of the house, not more than thirty feet away, wearing nothing but loose sweatpants. Mandy jumped up and started to run, glancing as she did at the basement window. She screamed. Jeff's face was right on the other side, peering up at her. Surely recognizing her. But then she was sprinting away as fast as she could, her flip-flops rocketing off her feet after only a couple strides.

Roxanne was way ahead, and by the time Mandy got to the car it was running, the door flying open for her. Mandy leapt in and Roxanne floored it. Turning to look back, Steve was nowhere. Back across a couple of yards, around the corner, down the street. He hadn't followed. Probably too cum-drained to do much of anything for a while. Just like a man, she thought.

Roxanne was hooting at the top of her lungs as they screeched around corners and roared through the empty streets of the midnight suburbs, all the way back to Mandy's house. And Mandy was nodding her head and holding on for her own happy, dear life.

"Fuck yeah," she was saying, over and over again. "Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah. FUCK YEAH!"

It wasn't until they got back up to her room that they realized Roxanne still wasn't wearing anything but her inside-out shirt and her shoes.

And it wasn't until they were through with a long, hard laugh over it all that Mandy finally led Roxanne into her bathroom, lay back serenely on the cold tile floor, and let her best friend shit all she had, for the first time, right into her eager, open mouth.

 

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