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Mandy Makes a Move 2
by bluepervina
bluepervina[AT]earthling[DOT]net
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/bluepervina/www/
Copyright 2003 by bluepervina
( FF, M/M, rom, voy, ws, scat, vomit )
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* * * * *
(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?
...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.... 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...." 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..." sniff "I don't
know...." sniff "...earthy now...." 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... really...?
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...."
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... bitch... since you... like
this... so much now.... Let's... just... do it... again!
Ahhhhhh....."
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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Copyright 2003 by bluepervina.
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