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Chapter 6 – Arriving For The Dental Appointment

The last time that I was at the dentist was about six months ago and they were in a different location. I remember there being a notice about them opening a new office. The name over the door is the same as I remember, only there is another name added to it. On one side of the sign, it says Dentist, on the other Orthodontist.

When I enter, there is a nice waiting room with very comfortable modern chairs and couches lining the walls. The reception desk is in the middle with hallways on each side of it leading to the treatment rooms. There are a few people sitting in the waiting room in a range of ages, just what you would expect to see in an office of this type.

I walk up to the desk and tap next to my name on the computer pad there, confirming that I have arrived for my appointment. The lady sitting behind the desk looks up at me and smiles, revealing a mouthful of metal brackets.

“Thank you for arriving on time. We have fallen behind a little today and I hope that we can rearrange the order that we will do things for you today. I see that you are scheduled for a check-up and cleaning. We have time to do the X-rays right now, but the hygenist and dentist are both a little behind right now. Would you mind if we did the X-rays first, then get you settled into a chair to wait?”

I haven’t been giving what she has been saying my full attention, so rather than ask her to repeat it, just say “Yes, that will be fine.” I have been distracted by watching her lips cover and uncover the metal on her teeth. I haven’t seen anyone with brackets that big in a long time and the wire seems to be quite thick. Each bracket has a hook on it, including the teeth in the front. She has bright pink powerchains on both the top and bottom jaws and I notice that they match her lipstick and when she places her hands on the desktop above the keyboard, her fingernails match too.

Her desk is unusual in design, seeming to kastamonu escort wrap around her with an opening behind her chair. Everything that she needs to do her job is within easy reach just by her turning to the side. It also is built up on a platform so that she is at a convenient height to talk to the people coming to her desk.

“Everyone else is busy right now and you are the last patient for a while, so I will take you back and get you started. If the phone rings or someone comes in, I will just leave you for a while to take care of them.”

It isn’t until she rolls herself back from the desk that I realize she is in a wheelchair. It isn’t one of those hospital-type chairs with the high back and handles so that it can be pushed. Hers has a low backrest that supports her lower back and no sides, allowing her easy access to the wheels. I can tell by looking at it, that it has been customized for her, having been painted in a variety of bold feminine colours. Even the small amount of fabric that I can see is soft feminine colours.

She spins her chair around behind the desk and rolls to the back of the raised area that gently slopes down to meet the floor. As I walk around the desk to meet her, I realize that the floor slopes up slightly to the same level as the area behind the desk, making the whole area completely handicapped accessible to both the staff and patients. That is the first time that I get a look at her from the waist down. When I was talking to her at the desk, I had noticed that her upper body was toned, well-muscled and fit, with small firm-looking breasts, all professionally covered by a tailored multi-coloured dental blouse.

As she meets me at the end of the desk, I see why she is in a wheelchair. Her right leg has a leg-brace on it that goes from her foot, up her leg and underneath her matching tailored skirt. I can tell that it extends all the way up her leg, the telltale bulges of the band fastening kayseri escort it to her leg showing through the material of her skirt at the top of her thigh. It isn’t one of the formed-plastic ones that are more commonly seen. Hers is sculpted from metal and leather. This one doesn’t look like it came off a shelf somewhere, hers is shaped to fit her leg elegantly and the leather has the look of hand tooling.

Her other leg is different, ending just above the knee. Her legs are covered in opaque pink nylon the same shade as the power-chains on her braces and the polish on her nails. The shoe attached to the bottom of her leg-brace isn’t a typical orthopedic shoe, hers is an open-toed four-inch high-heeled shoe with a two-inch platform sole.

I must have a stunned look on my face because, as she leads me down the hall, she has a big smile on her face. She takes me into the room with the X-ray and scanning machines lining the walls. All the machines have controls that can be adjusted to the height of the operator, making the whole room accessible to her from her wheelchair. She presses a button and the head of the X-ray drops down to her level so that she can put a new bite-wand on for me, then presses another one to return it to the operating height. When I put the wand between my teeth and bite into it, then grasp the handles, the machine whirs a couple of times, adjusting to my height. She rolls backwards through the door and there is a click as the machine begins to rotate around my head.

She rolls back into the room and has me move to a second machine. “This one is going to take a three-dimensional computer scan of your teeth and mouth. This will enable us to find anything that might be missed during the check-up. We use this one more with our orthodontic patients to make things like retainers and palate expanders.” Once again, she sets up the machine for me and I place my face into the machine for it to do its thing.

There is kıbrıs escort a screen on the wall that shows the scan of my mouth as it is being taken. She turns her upper body in her chair to face the screen and I have a good view of her face from the side. Her teeth look nice and straight and seem to line up nicely top to bottom. She is close enough to me that I can see just how much of her teeth are covered by the big brackets and the pink powerchain. She really does have a nice smile. When she catches me looking at her from the corner of her eye, she just smiles bigger.

My gaze is drawn lower to where her legs are. When she turned her upper body to look at the screen, her lower body shifted so that the tip of her stump is no longer resting completely against the front of the chair. I can see it making small movements, helping her to maintain her balance. I am probably spending more time looking at her than I am looking at the screen. Finally, the scan is completed and she is satisfied with the quality of the image. She releases me from the machine and says, “Let’s go and see if we can find you a treatment chair to relax in while you wait for the next part of your appointment.”

I follow her around to the dental side of the office and she looks into all the rooms, looking for an empty chair to put me in. The rooms are all in use, so she looks up at me and asks, “Would it be alright if I put you on the orthodontic side? The rooms are set up the same on that side of the office so that we can use them for either purpose. It might be more convenient than having you wait out front.”

I nod agreement and she takes me around to the other side and has me sit down in an empty chair, then reclines it to a comfortable position. Just then the phone begins to ring. “Excuse me for a moment while I answer that,” she says, before rolling out of the room.

I look around the room, taking note of the pictures on the walls. It doesn’t look like what I expected, having a more feminine touch to how it is decorated. Instead of pictures that show dental and orthodontic procedures and the typical do’s and don’ts, the pictures on the walls here are of real people with real smiles displaying their improving teeth in a variety of normal settings. Even the shades of the paint show a gentler, more soothing touch.

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Mommy was already naked when I entered the room. She smiled softly and held her arms out, inviting me to sit in her lap. I did as she instructed and sat on her lap.

“Good boy.” She purred, licking my earlobe. I couldn’t help but get hard when she said that. She looked down and saw my cock hardening and she moaned with delight.

“There’s my big boy’s big dick. Someone is happy to see his Mommy.” She giggled

I nodded “Of course Mommy, I’m always happy to see you.” My voice was soft and submissive.

“I know baby boy. You’re going to be a good boy for Mommy now, right?” She asked with a knowing smirk

“Of course Mommy, I’m always a good boy for you.” I agreed. I take pride in how good I am for Mommy, and she knows that all too well.

“Good boy…” she purs, giving me a sly smirk before pulling me into a deep kiss. Her heavy breasts are squished between our bodies; one of her arms holds me close while the other strokes my dick slow and steady. I kiss Mommy with all my energy, hungry for her taste and ready to please her.

She finally pulls away and gently pushes me off of her. I stand as she spreads her legs, opening her sweet flower to me. I look her in the eyes and she nods. I drop to my knees and lick her gently. Long soft strokes on her bud. She leans her head back and moans softly.

“Just like that….ooooh, someone is a good boy. He knows just what Mommy likes.” She purrs. My dick gets rock hard as she praises me and I start to pick up speed. I hold her thighs and start to squeeze them a bit while I lick and suck her pussy.

Finally her hand grabs my hair and pushes my face into her. The hair is tangled around my face but I don’t ardahan escort complain, I just keep eating away and Mommy’s clit till she cums on my face.

When she finally lets go I gently lick her pussy to make sure everything is cleaned.

“May I clean my face, Mommy?” I ask politely.

“No, it can stay.” She says with a smirk, then gestures with a finger for me to return to her lap. I do, and she stares into my eyes lovingly, but with a wicked grin.

“You’re a good boy. And you’d do anything for Mommy, right?” She purrs, inches from my soaked face.

“Yes Mommy, anything.” I whisper.

“Mommy’s ass is a little dirty, would you mind cleaning it for Mommy?” She innocently requests. I’m clearly confused by this, which makes her giggle.

” Mommy wants you to clean her dirty asshole with your tongue, will you do that for her?” She asks again, biting her lip as she anticipates my response.

I can disappoint her.

“…Of course Mommy, anything for you.” I sigh.

She giggled madly, gently pushing me off her lap so she can lay on the bed like we’re going to do doggy style. She knows that’s my favorite position, this is clearly meant to tease me. She looks over her shoulder invitingly, biting her lip. Then she wiggles her ass, know that drives me crazy.

I kneel behind her, spread her fat ass cheeks and lean in, the smell of her ass is intoxicating, and I longer for a second to take in the foul scent, much to Mommy’s delight. I then lean in and start tentatively licker her ass right around the little pink hole. Mommy moans softly.

“What a good boy, eating Mommy’s ass. Make sure you do a thorough adıyaman escort job back there, Mommy wants to know you really care.” She teases.

She knows just what to say to get me. I lick away at her ass, top to bottom is spit shined and licked clean, then I stare at the hole for a second before pushing my tongue in as far as it’ll let me, then I pull it away. This isn’t enough for Mommy.

“Oh come on now, you’ve gotta really get in there and clean it up.” She growls like a puma in heat, loving every moment of my humiliation.

I once again press my tongue against her asshole, wiggling it just a bit it get it further in, then I pull it away, spit on it, and go again. Mommy loves this and laughs madly.

“Good boy, ooh you’re such a good boy. You love Mommy’s big fat ass don’t you?” She purrs.

I nod, not daring to remove my tongue.

“Show mommy how much you love her ass.” She growls. I know what she wants, and I’ll give it to her.

I pull my face just inches from her asshole and whisper, just loud enough for her to hear

“Ooh Mommy, I love your big fat ass, I love the taste and the smell, I love to eat it and I love to fuck it. I love your ass so much.” I debase myself for her, then lean in and plant a soft kiss on her asshole.

“Kiss it like it’s your Mommy.” She demands.

I make out with her dirty asshole, my lips moving across it, my tongue darting in and out. I savor the taste of her dirty asshole, just like she wants. She giggles triumphantly

“Who’s a good boy for his Mommy?” She whispers.

“I am.” I whisper back.

“You may fuck me now.” She finally relents.

“From karabük escort behind?” I clarify, lifting my head.

“From behind. Don’t cum till I say so.” She instructs, resting her head on a pillow.

She’s awful, she knows I can’t last long in this position but she demands I hold out anyway.

I get up, kneeling behind her, and stick two fingers in her pussy, working it for a bit till it’s nice and slick, and her hips start rocking in a steady motion. If I’m going to make this work, I have to give myself a second to relax and make sure she’s already going.

Finally, when the time is right, I grip my dick, getting all the juices from my fingers on it, then slowly slide it into her from behind until my hips are resting on her ass. I love this angle; the way her pussy rubs the bottom of my dick, the way my hips bounce on her ass, the way I can do as I please once Mommy is drooling over the cock in her.

I pace myself at first, getting into a rhythm that Mommy likes while I pull her ass cheeks apart, showing her freshly cleaned asshole to me. She starts thrusting back into me, so I pick up the pace, which makes her moan.

I’ve got her now.

I slap her ass hard. She hisses in pain and pleasure, and goes to protest, so I start fucking her hard.

“You like that, huh you little Mommy slut!” I hiss back, thrusting wildly into her, causing her to moan loudly.

“Tell me I can cum in you, tell me how bad you want my cum!” I tell, landing another hard slap on her ass.

She moans loudly again.

“Ooooh baby, cum in me! I want all your cum deep inside me! Fuck me hard and give me your cum!” She screams as I grab her hips hard and pound her rapidly from behind. I hold out as long as I can before blowing my load deep inside her, cursing her the whole time. Then I lean over her, exhausted and kiss her back, then straighten up and catch my breath. “We’re so good at this” she finally says, blissfully content.

“We certainly are, Mommy.” I chuckle.

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The battery of her phone further dropped from five per cent to four per cent. She had been home alone all day. Got bored with the TV, got bored with Netflix and eventually turned on her phone, swiping down her Instagram timeline and then jumping from one profile to the other. It entertained her a bit but it still felt like something was missing. She just couldn’t figure it out.

She was so unmotivated she couldn’t even bother to roll off the bed and get her phone plugged for charging.

There’s one sure thing that fixes this for Sandra; her slave, whom she knew was presently busy with some research work at the biotech lab at the central district.

“Fool, I need you here for entertainment. Get your ass on the road!” Sandra texted Andrey on WhatsApp.

“On my way, Domina!” he texted back almost immediately.

He pulled out the tray of the heat storage device in the lab and dumped the cultures he was working with on it. He pushed it back in, adjusted the temperature and began to unbutton his lab coat as he walked towards the project supervisor to let him know he has an emergency to attend to.

As he got in the car and sat behind the steering, his butt hurt a little. The light pain came from the welts he got the last time he had a slow start at giving her a show when she demanded it, he got caned 500 strokes. That was a timely artvin escort reminder for him to quickly figure something out before he gets to her. He began to brainstorm.

In just about 35 minutes, he arrived.

At the door, Andrey zipper down and pulled his dick out. He made sure the entire length of it was out, including his balls. Then he rang the bell and waited for her to come get the door, like he was a stranger. He opened his music app and scrolled down to some Micheal Jackson songs.

As soon as Sandra got to the door, he started jumping, making his dick and balls flap up and down. Then he pressed play and began to do the breakdance, mimicking some of MJ’s most popular moves.

Sandra laughed and quickly threw the door wide open so he could come in before her neighbours would start wondering if he was running mad or something.

She walked straight to her room and jumped into the bed. She was feeling lively again. She rolled on her belly and rested her chin on her hands as she watched, expecting him to continue making a full of himself for her pleasure.

Andrey stripped naked and turned around so that his mistress could see every part of his body. The mere fact that he was naked in her presence got his dick hard and pointing upwards.

He walked towards the shoe rack aydın escort in the left corner and picked one of her fine shoes; a red high heels.

Holding each pair with each hand, he pressed the pair against each other, having his erect dick in the middle. He began to hump and moan.

Sandra got very excited.

After many minutes passed, he dropped the heels and attempted to do some other random performance.

“No, continue. I want to watch you cum!”

He resumed the shoe humping show for her. He dick was as hard as a rock but he was having a problem with getting to the climax.

“You must cum within the next two minutes, your time starts now!” Sandra ordered and began to time him.

He pressed the shoes harder against each other, thereby increasing the pressure and sensation on his dick. It worked.

His dick cap got super engorged and the whole length of the dick throbbed in between Sandra’s heels. He moned alongside the fast humping and got closer to orgasm each passing second.

“Fifty seconds more!”

He shut his eyes and focused on his throbbing dick and the sensations he was getting. He pressed the shoes harder on his dick. His thighs began to tremble and he finally blew his load at just five seconds more.

“Haha, nice! Go ahead and eat your stupid balıkesir escort cum!”

He is used to receiving this order from her. He just went down and licked his cum off the floor.

Brrrrrrrrrrr!!

A fart escaped Sandra’s bum hole.

“Oh, quickly, get over here, there’s another one!”

Andrey hurried off the floor and threw himself behind her. He pulled her dress up and shoved his face into her big fleshy ass, aiming his lips directly at her anus. He circled his lips around it and formed an air-tight seal.

“Yope! That feels so coooool!” Sandra exhaled. “Suck, Suck. Suck the fart out of my ass!”

He pulled his tongue backwards a bit and began to suck her anus.

“Oh lord, damn!” Sandra chuckled. “It’s coming, get ready…”

He maintained the sucking pressure and made sure his lips were tightly pressed around her anus. Suddenly, there was a loud band.

Prauuuuuuuuuuuu!!

Hot shitty fumes blasted straight to the back of his mouth. The fart was so thick that he could feel the bad taste on his tongue, and he equally had a feel of the bad smell through the back of his nose.

PP PP PP PRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!

A bigger and louder fart explosion puffed his cheeks out. He could now feel his throat burning from the dangerous gas.

Sandra felt a little rumble in her stomach. She groaned and allowed whatever it as inside her to go downwards and find it’s way into her slave’s mouth.

Propppppppopp!!

Soft pastry shit oozed out of her anus and flooded Andre’s tongue.

“Oh fuck, sorry. Shit happens!” she gasped as she felt her anus opening more to deliver content.

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ONE

The blast of warm air hit me as I stepped into the large hangar. I didn’t expect so many people at the rave. I walked over to the bar where I agreed to meet Chris and John. There were so many amazing girls, it was unbelievable.

I had moved to the Czech Republic because work had forced me here. At first I wasn’t too happy about it, but the moment I stepped foot off the plane, I fell in love with the place.

“Jules! AWRIGHT GEEZA!!” I turned to see Chris and John walk up to me.

“All right mates! How do?” I replied.

Chris, holding a can of Red Bull, turned to the crowd. “Eh, Jules, not bad this, eh? Fuckin’ gorgeous women, man!”

“Aye!” I said.

I bought myself a Semtex, the Czech version of Red Bull, just as nice, but a lot cheaper.

“Who’s on?” I said, meaning the DJ.

“Some Czech guy. He’s quite good. Doesn’t jazz up his mixes very much though. Bolland’s up in a few ticks.”

“Cool.”

We danced all the way though CJ Bolland’s mixes and were getting into Timo Maas when we saw them. Three perfect girls dancing together. They must have each been about 175 cm tall. Really thin, yet massive tits, and tiny arses. They were all wearing latex hot-pants and latex bikini tops, yet in different colours.

“Fuck me!! I’m on for some of that!” Said Chris. “What d’you think lads? Shall we give it a go?”

“Definitely.” Replied John.

We walked over, all the time one of them was watching us, then leaned over to whisper something in the other two’s ears. They turned to face us (a good sign).

“Hi!” I shouted over the music. “I’m Jules. This is Chris and John.”

“Awright.” The lads said in unison.

“Ciau, I’m Katka.” Said the one in the black clothes.

“I’m Sandra.” The one in the red.

“Klara.” The one in the blue.

We got talking with them, and found out they were from Prague.

***

Chris, John and I shared a large flat just across the river from the National Theatre. We had got on pretty well with the girls, and by six in the morning, we weren’t dancing anymore, but making out. Katka was all mine! We drove the girls back to our place where we began making out in the living room.

We decided to split up into our own bedrooms, but the girls weren’t having any of it.

Katka said, “We don’t want to split up. Would you mind if we all stayed in one room?”

We looked at each other, this could only mean one thing…bi’s!! Woohoo!

“Nah, we don’t have a problem with that, do we lads?” Said John. We shook our heads in the negative.

“That’s just great,” said Sandra. “Because, we would like to give you a little show.”

The now naked girls began kissing each other, then they got into a triangle and started licking each other’s pussy. They went at it for quite a while before they orgasmed and came.

Next they came down on us and sucked our dicks. Katka was amazing! I felt her tongue ripple against my cock. Eventually I screamed to say I was about to come. She took all of it into her mouth. Then she turned to the other girls and kissed them. I didn’t realise they had the cum of the other guys in their mouths when they kissed. Then Katka turned and kissed me full on the mouth. At the same time she pumped all the cum she had in her mouth into mine. Unconsciously I swallowed all of it, before realising what it was. The other guys did the same. We looked each other in surprise, but tried to shrug it off as being a fetish of the girls…so little did we know.

TWO

Over the next few weeks, we spent a lot of time with the girls. Sometimes together, but most of the time alone. I eventually felt and told Katka that I loved her.

Around Christmastime, we were arrange what to do. Chris suggested taking the girls to England, but the girls had a better idea.

“I have a lodge up in the Krkonose mountains. We can do some skiing and have some fun.” Katka lowered her voice to a sexy whisper. “And, we’ll be all alone for the next three kırklareli escort weeks.”

Sounded good to me! And I said so. So did the others.

***

The sun was shining when we reached the lodge. It was more wood cabin than brick. We put down the bags, and decided to start a fire and get the place warm before we do anything.

By evening there was a roaring fire in the fire place, and John was cooking a chicken.

Katka was lying in my arms, in front of the fire. “Jules, I’ve always been honest with you, so I want to be honest now. I sort of have a fetish, you know, in bed.”

“Yeah? Okay, go on.” I said.

“I’d like you to wear my underwear to bed.” I looked at her in surprise. “Just once, to try, and if you don’t like it then we won’t do it again, okay?”

I looked her square in the eyes. “Kati, you know I’d do anything for you, anything at all. Sure, we can try it, but just don’t tell the others, okay?”

“Sure, of course not.”

Meanwhile, the others were have the same conversation…exactly. And it ended the same way. Of course, us guys didn’t know that.

That night, Katka and I went to have a bath. She got some cream and rubbed it on her legs. Then she started to apply it to my chest.

“Hey, what’re doing?” I asked.

“Oh don’t worry. It’s hair remover.”

“WHAT???? Why?”

“You said you’d wear the underwear for me…I thought you’d go the whole way.” She started to get upset.

“I’m sorry. You shocked me, that’s all. It’s only hair, it’ll grow back.”

“‘Course it will.” She quipped, suddenly cheery.

She showered me off, and I noticed my body-hair had fallen off.

Back in the bedroom, she locked all the doors and pulled out some underwear she said she had selected for me. It was a satin white loose teddy, with lots of lace and suspender holders. White stockings with lace tops; and a white satin and lace short dressing gown. I put it all on. Then she put a wig on me, long straight blonde; and lots of make-up.

“It’s going to be a long night.” She said.

I couldn’t believe how turned on I was getting.

She told me to lie on the bed while she got ready. And ready did she get! I watched her as she put on a black shiny rubber basque and stockings. Then she pulled out some leather handcuffs and cuffed me to the bed posts. I was almost ready to cum right now! She returned to her cupboard, where she pulled out…MY GOD!! It was a strap-on penis!!

“Wait, Kati, this no, please.” I pleaded.

She sat on my chest, the penis millimetres from my mouth.

“Don’t worry Julie, everything’s going to be fine from now on, I promise.”

What was she talking about? Julie?

She pressed the penis against my lips.

“Take it in your mouth and suck it. And you might want to wet it as much as possible, because it won’t be lubricated by any other method.”

I took the 8″ black fake penis into my mouth and wetted it as much as possible. He she pulled it out, unclipped the base of my teddy, and lifted my legs over her shoulders.

“Please don’t.” I begged.

She didn’t answer. She just slowly pushed the penis into my arse. I was in such pain at first, but that pain soon went away, and found myself enjoying myself. She pumped the penis in and out. I came into the teddy.

When she came as well she said, “I’m going to undo your cuffs, I don’t want you to do anything stupid now, okay?”

“Okay.” I said, really scared of this girl now. My arse was sore, but secretly I felt great. She had done up the clips on the teddy, and I really felt great in it. But I didn’t want to keep it on, it was just good in private.

She held me like a baby. “That was nice, wasn’t it?”

I whimpered a yes.

She took all my clothes from my cupboard. Before I realised what she was going to do, she unlocked the door, walked out, and locked it behind her. Moments later she was back. She had burned all my afyon escort clothes.

“Come into the living room.” She ordered.

I felt so weak as I walked out of the room. I noticed though, that I was not alone. Chris (now Christine, or Chrissie for short) was dressed in an exact copy of my lingerie, but in red; and John (now Joanna) was dressed in a black copy.

Katka spoke. “Now girls, don’t get scared. We all have a big fetish, forced feminisation, and we want you for it. We want to do this for the next three weeks, after that, we’ll return to normal and just be normal boyfriend and girlfriend, okay? Think of it as your Christmas present to us.”

That didn’t sound so bad, like I said before, I’d do anything for them. I noticed the others felt the same way.

“Okay,” we agreed. “So long as no-one else sees us this way.”

“No.” Said Sandra. “We may go out to a restaurant, skiing, or to a club. In which case you’ll be dressed as a woman. But don’t worry, first, nobody knows you here, and second, have you seen yourselves in the mirror? Apartment from the breasts or lack of them and the bulge from your dicks, you look like women. Take a look.”

So we did, and yes she was right, but still we were nervous about the whole situation. But what could we do?

THREE

We went back to our rooms. I didn’t get any sleep. First Katka pierced my ears; then she painted my toe nails red, and put false red fingernails on me. Then I spent the rest of the night being fucked up the arse.

The next morning saw us being served breakfast by the girls. Katka had left me a black bra, panty, suspender set to put on. Then I put on the short black leather skirt, and the black leather short top, leaving my belly showing. Katka fixed my make-up. I must admit, I did look sexy. Chrissie and Joanna (I had to get used to calling them that, otherwise I’d get slapped) had the same outfits as me, be in red and blue, respectively. They also looked pretty sexy.

“You all have such flat stomachs. I think we should pierce your belly buttons. After breakfast though.” Said Klara.

We ate breakfast in silence. It was nice, bit of a paracetamol taste to it though. Then after dinner, we were taken into Katka and I’s bedroom.

Katka rubbed something on our belly button, then slid a needle through. It hurt like mad, but after awhile it just throbbed. There we were, with new pierced belly buttons to go with our ears. It was not the end though.

“Katka, lets do their noses as well.” Said Sandra.

“Yeah, why not?” Replied Katka.

She pierced our left nostrils, and put a stud in.

“Beautiful!” She clapped.

I looked at the gold in the different parts of my body, but never thought of what might come next.

Sandra walked up to Katka and whispered in her ear.

“Yes, well they don’t need them for that anymore do they?” Remarked Katka. “Lie down again girls.”

So we did. Then she pulled down our panties. Our penises were hard.

“Well, we have to stop that. Close your eyes and you’ll get a big surprise!” A blow job…I thought. Next I felt a pin-prick into my penis and it went down instantly. I noticed the girls did the same to Chrissie and Joanna.

“What was that?” I asked.

“It was just a little something to help keep him in line for the next couple of weeks.” Said Sandra, with a smug smile on her face.

“WHAT??? You mean…no sex?” Chrissie screamed.

“We’ll have sex darling,” said Sandra. “Just like last night.” Chrissie knew what that meant, and so did the others.

Next they pierced our foreskins, and pierced them back so that we would have to sit down to piss. I understood what they were doing. They pulled our panties back up.

“Now no one has an excuse for leaving the toilet seat up.” Laughed Klara.

Katka and the girls put the strap-on penises on again and told us to get up on all fours. We did and the girls pulled down our panties, and fucked amasya escort us; we didn’t get hard.

The girls told us to kiss each other, so we did. I orgasmed, and came, but I just couldn’t get hard.

During the day, the girls taught us how to look after our make-up. We finally got the hang of it a few hours later.

Our biggest problem was our breasts. Katka soon put that right though…

***

That night, after Katka fucked me, and after I fell asleep; I awoke to the feeling of an injection, but before I could respond, I fell back asleep again.

When I awoke again, it was morning. Below, I notice something had changed, I had breasts!

“Don’t touch them! You’ll notice they haven’t healed and won’t do for at least a week.” Said Katka.

“But you said that it would be nothing permanent!”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, it isn’t. They are fake breasts. We can take them out in a month or two.” She saw me start to question her, but stopped me. “Or whenever!”

A week went by. I spent my time lying in bed. I didn’t even get to see the other guy/girls, only Katka. At the end of the first week the wounds had all but healed. They did seem to be getting bigger though, maybe that was normal. In fact, my hips seemed to be changing too. I was beginning to question in my mind about what was in the food.

I hadn’t had sex for in any shape or form for the week. That night though, was different.

I was dressed in a sex red basque with red suspenders. Katka was wearing her usual black SM gear and I large strap-on penis, this one was a big one though, at least 11″ and 4″ around.

“God I missed you.” She said as she pumped my mouth. “Suck my dick, bitch! Yeah, my little whore, suck it good. Now I’m going to fuck you little ass.” I felt her pressing into my arse. “Good girl. Oooh, good, you’re taking it all. Brilliant. I’m going to fuck you so hard, fuck you, fuck you.” She repeated this over and over. “While I’m fucking you, I’m going to let you into a little secret. We are not going to change you back! It was all a trick from the beginning. We are going to train you to be she-male prostitutes and sell you to the Russian Mafia. Would you like that? HA-HA-HA!” She fucked me harder and harder. It was so good yet so painful. Yet when she told me this news, I started struggle, to try and get away, but I couldn’t get away. She was stronger.

“Don’t think you can get away from me. I’ve pumped you full of oestrogen and other hormones so you’ll be weak. There’s no escape now!” She shouted as she orgasmed.

I realised there was no escape. Over the next couple of days, they decided to take off the penis ring they had connected to my body. But I realised why. My penis was beginning to work again, and they wanted it that way, for now. Chrissie was called into my room. He was upset.

“Now Chrissie, get in front of Julie. Good, now Julie, suck Chrissie’s penis. Good girl, see how easy it is?” Said Katka.

I sucked on it, Chrissie was enjoying it because it got rock hard. I sucked for all my life, and eventually he came. I swallowed all of it.

“Good girls. Now Julie, get behind Chrissie, and fuck her.”

I did, I was rock hard, and believe it or not, I wanted it. I wanted to get my cum out like mad!

FOUR

Another week passed, and now all three of us, Chrissie, Joanna and I live in the one bedroom. There are cameras set up, and we are told to fuck non-stop. We realised that this is because they wanted the tapes as porn films.

The girls never fucked us anymore. They gave us an open diet of oestrogen which we took six times a day. Our hair has grown long enough so we don’t need wigs.

On our final day, there was a knock on the door. As promised, five Russian men walked in, paid the girls a large sum of money and took us away.

On the first night we were with the Russians, we were raped in both our holes and our penises were injected and pinned back again. Our arses were so sore and used that we bled.

The next day, we were in a town in Slovakia, on sale, on the streets, as prostitutes. We tried to go to the police, but we soon discovered the whole town was run by the mafia. We were trapped, into the life of slavery and sex.

We have a tale of our life as prostitutes…but that’s another story.

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Chapter 6 – Arriving For The Dental Appointment

The last time that I was at the dentist was about six months ago and they were in a different location. I remember there being a notice about them opening a new office. The name over the door is the same as I remember, only there is another name added to it. On one side of the sign, it says Dentist, on the other Orthodontist.

When I enter, there is a nice waiting room with very comfortable modern chairs and couches lining the walls. The reception desk is in the middle with hallways on each side of it leading to the treatment rooms. There are a few people sitting in the waiting room in a range of ages, just what you would expect to see in an office of this type.

I walk up to the desk and tap next to my name on the computer pad there, confirming that I have arrived for my appointment. The lady sitting behind the desk looks up at me and smiles, revealing a mouthful of metal brackets.

“Thank you for arriving on time. We have fallen behind a little today and I hope that we can rearrange the order that we will do things for you today. I see that you are scheduled for a check-up and cleaning. We have time to do the X-rays right now, but the hygenist and dentist are both a little behind right now. Would you mind if we did the X-rays first, then get you settled into a chair to wait?”

I haven’t been giving what she has been saying my full attention, so rather than ask her to repeat it, just say “Yes, that will be fine.” I have been distracted by watching her lips cover and uncover the metal on her teeth. I haven’t seen anyone with brackets that big in a long time and the wire seems to be quite thick. Each bracket has a hook on it, including the teeth in the front. She has bright pink powerchains on both the top and bottom jaws and I notice that they match her lipstick and when she places her hands on the desktop above the keyboard, her fingernails match too.

Her desk is unusual in design, seeming to kastamonu escort wrap around her with an opening behind her chair. Everything that she needs to do her job is within easy reach just by her turning to the side. It also is built up on a platform so that she is at a convenient height to talk to the people coming to her desk.

“Everyone else is busy right now and you are the last patient for a while, so I will take you back and get you started. If the phone rings or someone comes in, I will just leave you for a while to take care of them.”

It isn’t until she rolls herself back from the desk that I realize she is in a wheelchair. It isn’t one of those hospital-type chairs with the high back and handles so that it can be pushed. Hers has a low backrest that supports her lower back and no sides, allowing her easy access to the wheels. I can tell by looking at it, that it has been customized for her, having been painted in a variety of bold feminine colours. Even the small amount of fabric that I can see is soft feminine colours.

She spins her chair around behind the desk and rolls to the back of the raised area that gently slopes down to meet the floor. As I walk around the desk to meet her, I realize that the floor slopes up slightly to the same level as the area behind the desk, making the whole area completely handicapped accessible to both the staff and patients. That is the first time that I get a look at her from the waist down. When I was talking to her at the desk, I had noticed that her upper body was toned, well-muscled and fit, with small firm-looking breasts, all professionally covered by a tailored multi-coloured dental blouse.

As she meets me at the end of the desk, I see why she is in a wheelchair. Her right leg has a leg-brace on it that goes from her foot, up her leg and underneath her matching tailored skirt. I can tell that it extends all the way up her leg, the telltale bulges of the band fastening kayseri escort it to her leg showing through the material of her skirt at the top of her thigh. It isn’t one of the formed-plastic ones that are more commonly seen. Hers is sculpted from metal and leather. This one doesn’t look like it came off a shelf somewhere, hers is shaped to fit her leg elegantly and the leather has the look of hand tooling.

Her other leg is different, ending just above the knee. Her legs are covered in opaque pink nylon the same shade as the power-chains on her braces and the polish on her nails. The shoe attached to the bottom of her leg-brace isn’t a typical orthopedic shoe, hers is an open-toed four-inch high-heeled shoe with a two-inch platform sole.

I must have a stunned look on my face because, as she leads me down the hall, she has a big smile on her face. She takes me into the room with the X-ray and scanning machines lining the walls. All the machines have controls that can be adjusted to the height of the operator, making the whole room accessible to her from her wheelchair. She presses a button and the head of the X-ray drops down to her level so that she can put a new bite-wand on for me, then presses another one to return it to the operating height. When I put the wand between my teeth and bite into it, then grasp the handles, the machine whirs a couple of times, adjusting to my height. She rolls backwards through the door and there is a click as the machine begins to rotate around my head.

She rolls back into the room and has me move to a second machine. “This one is going to take a three-dimensional computer scan of your teeth and mouth. This will enable us to find anything that might be missed during the check-up. We use this one more with our orthodontic patients to make things like retainers and palate expanders.” Once again, she sets up the machine for me and I place my face into the machine for it to do its thing.

There is kıbrıs escort a screen on the wall that shows the scan of my mouth as it is being taken. She turns her upper body in her chair to face the screen and I have a good view of her face from the side. Her teeth look nice and straight and seem to line up nicely top to bottom. She is close enough to me that I can see just how much of her teeth are covered by the big brackets and the pink powerchain. She really does have a nice smile. When she catches me looking at her from the corner of her eye, she just smiles bigger.

My gaze is drawn lower to where her legs are. When she turned her upper body to look at the screen, her lower body shifted so that the tip of her stump is no longer resting completely against the front of the chair. I can see it making small movements, helping her to maintain her balance. I am probably spending more time looking at her than I am looking at the screen. Finally, the scan is completed and she is satisfied with the quality of the image. She releases me from the machine and says, “Let’s go and see if we can find you a treatment chair to relax in while you wait for the next part of your appointment.”

I follow her around to the dental side of the office and she looks into all the rooms, looking for an empty chair to put me in. The rooms are all in use, so she looks up at me and asks, “Would it be alright if I put you on the orthodontic side? The rooms are set up the same on that side of the office so that we can use them for either purpose. It might be more convenient than having you wait out front.”

I nod agreement and she takes me around to the other side and has me sit down in an empty chair, then reclines it to a comfortable position. Just then the phone begins to ring. “Excuse me for a moment while I answer that,” she says, before rolling out of the room.

I look around the room, taking note of the pictures on the walls. It doesn’t look like what I expected, having a more feminine touch to how it is decorated. Instead of pictures that show dental and orthodontic procedures and the typical do’s and don’ts, the pictures on the walls here are of real people with real smiles displaying their improving teeth in a variety of normal settings. Even the shades of the paint show a gentler, more soothing touch.

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Mommy was already naked when I entered the room. She smiled softly and held her arms out, inviting me to sit in her lap. I did as she instructed and sat on her lap.

“Good boy.” She purred, licking my earlobe. I couldn’t help but get hard when she said that. She looked down and saw my cock hardening and she moaned with delight.

“There’s my big boy’s big dick. Someone is happy to see his Mommy.” She giggled

I nodded “Of course Mommy, I’m always happy to see you.” My voice was soft and submissive.

“I know baby boy. You’re going to be a good boy for Mommy now, right?” She asked with a knowing smirk

“Of course Mommy, I’m always a good boy for you.” I agreed. I take pride in how good I am for Mommy, and she knows that all too well.

“Good boy…” she purs, giving me a sly smirk before pulling me into a deep kiss. Her heavy breasts are squished between our bodies; one of her arms holds me close while the other strokes my dick slow and steady. I kiss Mommy with all my energy, hungry for her taste and ready to please her.

She finally pulls away and gently pushes me off of her. I stand as she spreads her legs, opening her sweet flower to me. I look her in the eyes and she nods. I drop to my knees and lick her gently. Long soft strokes on her bud. She leans her head back and moans softly.

“Just like that….ooooh, someone is a good boy. He knows just what Mommy likes.” She purrs. My dick gets rock hard as she praises me and I start to pick up speed. I hold her thighs and start to squeeze them a bit while I lick and suck her pussy.

Finally her hand grabs my hair and pushes my face into her. The hair is tangled around my face but I don’t ardahan escort complain, I just keep eating away and Mommy’s clit till she cums on my face.

When she finally lets go I gently lick her pussy to make sure everything is cleaned.

“May I clean my face, Mommy?” I ask politely.

“No, it can stay.” She says with a smirk, then gestures with a finger for me to return to her lap. I do, and she stares into my eyes lovingly, but with a wicked grin.

“You’re a good boy. And you’d do anything for Mommy, right?” She purrs, inches from my soaked face.

“Yes Mommy, anything.” I whisper.

“Mommy’s ass is a little dirty, would you mind cleaning it for Mommy?” She innocently requests. I’m clearly confused by this, which makes her giggle.

” Mommy wants you to clean her dirty asshole with your tongue, will you do that for her?” She asks again, biting her lip as she anticipates my response.

I can disappoint her.

“…Of course Mommy, anything for you.” I sigh.

She giggled madly, gently pushing me off her lap so she can lay on the bed like we’re going to do doggy style. She knows that’s my favorite position, this is clearly meant to tease me. She looks over her shoulder invitingly, biting her lip. Then she wiggles her ass, know that drives me crazy.

I kneel behind her, spread her fat ass cheeks and lean in, the smell of her ass is intoxicating, and I longer for a second to take in the foul scent, much to Mommy’s delight. I then lean in and start tentatively licker her ass right around the little pink hole. Mommy moans softly.

“What a good boy, eating Mommy’s ass. Make sure you do a thorough adıyaman escort job back there, Mommy wants to know you really care.” She teases.

She knows just what to say to get me. I lick away at her ass, top to bottom is spit shined and licked clean, then I stare at the hole for a second before pushing my tongue in as far as it’ll let me, then I pull it away. This isn’t enough for Mommy.

“Oh come on now, you’ve gotta really get in there and clean it up.” She growls like a puma in heat, loving every moment of my humiliation.

I once again press my tongue against her asshole, wiggling it just a bit it get it further in, then I pull it away, spit on it, and go again. Mommy loves this and laughs madly.

“Good boy, ooh you’re such a good boy. You love Mommy’s big fat ass don’t you?” She purrs.

I nod, not daring to remove my tongue.

“Show mommy how much you love her ass.” She growls. I know what she wants, and I’ll give it to her.

I pull my face just inches from her asshole and whisper, just loud enough for her to hear

“Ooh Mommy, I love your big fat ass, I love the taste and the smell, I love to eat it and I love to fuck it. I love your ass so much.” I debase myself for her, then lean in and plant a soft kiss on her asshole.

“Kiss it like it’s your Mommy.” She demands.

I make out with her dirty asshole, my lips moving across it, my tongue darting in and out. I savor the taste of her dirty asshole, just like she wants. She giggles triumphantly

“Who’s a good boy for his Mommy?” She whispers.

“I am.” I whisper back.

“You may fuck me now.” She finally relents.

“From karabük escort behind?” I clarify, lifting my head.

“From behind. Don’t cum till I say so.” She instructs, resting her head on a pillow.

She’s awful, she knows I can’t last long in this position but she demands I hold out anyway.

I get up, kneeling behind her, and stick two fingers in her pussy, working it for a bit till it’s nice and slick, and her hips start rocking in a steady motion. If I’m going to make this work, I have to give myself a second to relax and make sure she’s already going.

Finally, when the time is right, I grip my dick, getting all the juices from my fingers on it, then slowly slide it into her from behind until my hips are resting on her ass. I love this angle; the way her pussy rubs the bottom of my dick, the way my hips bounce on her ass, the way I can do as I please once Mommy is drooling over the cock in her.

I pace myself at first, getting into a rhythm that Mommy likes while I pull her ass cheeks apart, showing her freshly cleaned asshole to me. She starts thrusting back into me, so I pick up the pace, which makes her moan.

I’ve got her now.

I slap her ass hard. She hisses in pain and pleasure, and goes to protest, so I start fucking her hard.

“You like that, huh you little Mommy slut!” I hiss back, thrusting wildly into her, causing her to moan loudly.

“Tell me I can cum in you, tell me how bad you want my cum!” I tell, landing another hard slap on her ass.

She moans loudly again.

“Ooooh baby, cum in me! I want all your cum deep inside me! Fuck me hard and give me your cum!” She screams as I grab her hips hard and pound her rapidly from behind. I hold out as long as I can before blowing my load deep inside her, cursing her the whole time. Then I lean over her, exhausted and kiss her back, then straighten up and catch my breath. “We’re so good at this” she finally says, blissfully content.

“We certainly are, Mommy.” I chuckle.

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Warning: The latter half of this story contains depictions of filth fetish themes including Farting and Scat.

A bit of a stretch.

Written By HumbleHeretic

“Haaah hmm hmmnnn!”

Schlk~ schlickk

The time was midday, when the sun was at its peak and the species known as humans were most active. However, while most of the island’s inhabitant were already up and going about their daily business, one young female was still curled up in her bed.

“Haaaa haah huff!”

Schlk~ schlickk

Even amidst the sweltering midday heat, the air conditioning of the room was set to fan mode while the young woman was tightly wrapped up in her sheets. Within the cocoon of bedding, a laboured noise composed of panting and moaning emanated while a much stranger noise could regularly be heard mixed in. The cocoon of sheets regularly rustled in tune with the weird noise and movement could clearly be made out around where the person’s upper body was situated.

“Hang ghhh nnggh!!”

Suddenly the movement increased in speed and intensity while the girls groaning picked up in volume and urgency. The wet schlicking noise grew more rapid as the young woman appeared to flail as though she were in a struggle. Thankfully there was no-one present in the room and therefore she experienced no interruptions until it eventually happened.

“Nnngghhhhh~!”

Suddenly a drawn-out groan sounded out inside the cocoon, followed by the sporadic movements calming down all at once, devolving instead into a measured jerking that caused the bed to shake gently. These jerking movements carried on for a short while, growing more and more tame until stillness eventually reigned.

“Huff haaaf huufff~”

Accompanying the noise of panting was that of rustling sheets as the girl finally emerged from her cocoon. The tightly wrapped sheets were opened and moved aside to reveal a young adult woman who was completely naked from the top of her blonde head of hair all the way down to her twitching toes.

As could be expected from someone who’d just had themselves wrapped up during this time of day, her nude body was completely soaked in glistening sweat that even left wet trails as it trickled down her sides and into the sheets that themselves were heavily soaked. Hot breaths escaped her mouth as she panted in relief, however the ambient heat of the room wasn’t the only reason for her current state.

One hand was resting on the sheets while the other was gripping a large, out-of-place appendage standing tall on her crotch. Her light brown, bushy pubes marked the root of a shaft leading up to a girthy phallus that was well above average in every way. At least ten inches of engorged girl-cock was grasped in her palm, complete with a set of plump balls that were literally dripping in sweat.

The young woman’s cock was left throbbing in her grip while her balls were still churning in the aftermath of the act she’d just committed. However, the greatest evidence for what she’d just done had to be the condom that was absolutely overfilled to the point of drooping halfway down her shaft with it’s opening tightly sealed around the end of her pumped-up prick.

More than a pint of viscous, cloudy spunk was showing through the slightly translucent material of the condom that was filled almost to the point of bursting. It was a quantity completely unrealistic by normal standards, however this entire situation was far from normal.

“Rrrlkkkk~!”

A noise was suddenly heard, a strange occurrence considering that the sweaty young woman was supposedly the only one present in the room. It actually came from her cock, or more accurately, from the bloated “condom” attached to it. If one were to look more closely, this condom actually wasn’t a condom at all.

“Hhrrllkk~!”

This was far from Jason’s first time in a situation like this, the barely 2 inch tall slime man was probably more familiar with others’ dicks than his own at this point. His tiny body was indestructible and completely malleable, able to be squashed, twisted, bent and crushed into any shape imaginable. One would think that the tiny creature would be able to accomplish great things with such unusual powers. However, the most he ever accomplished was being constantly used by his hung dickgirl sisters as a living condom, a living fleshlight, and a bunch of other living objects of questionable usages.

Even now he was being made to act as his sister’s cock sleeve/condom. His tiny mouth was stretched over the end of her dick while her hot meat rod stuffed his throat, causing him to gag even after she’d finished stroking off into him. His body was now no different from a loaded condom, housing a quantity of his sister’s hot sperm that would make a horse’s load seem inadequate. His stretchy lips served as an opening for her stiff prick while one of his feet was plugged up his own ass, acting as a stopper to prevent the colossal cum load from leaking out. He dearly wished that she had only just started this bahçelievler escort cruel game, however the reality was that he’d been in this position since last night!

Jason had no idea where his sister got such astounding energy from. Ever since she’d “accidentally” squished him to her cock, the slime man had spent all this time stifled inside her sauna of a sheet cocoon with his mouth wrapped around her dick, taking load after hot load of her virile sperm down his throat.

For some reason the damn girl found the heat more pleasurable, therefore he was forced to endure in the sweltering conditions as she jerked off non-stop all night long. He’d tasted almost as much of her sweat as he did her spunk, he was bathed in it while the intense musk her naked body had worked up all the while was the only thing he’d breathed the entire time.

The musk on her balls was the worst, it burned his sinuses the entire time and was one of the many things that made him regret ever coming to this island with these sadistic wenches!

“Haaa, haaah haaa~”

His sister, Avery, calmed down after yet another orgasm, all the while he was left to suckle on her sweaty dick while her dick milk was being slowly absorbed into his body. His insane stretchiness wasn’t the only slime-like quality the hybrid possessed, he was also able to absorb organic substances through his skin. The only unfortunate thing was that these organic substances mostly consisted of whatever came out of his sisters bodies.

About half of her spunk had soaked into him by the time Jason’s sister reached for the human condom attached to her cock. Some small part of him was feeling hope that she was finally about to take him off of her dick, however the more experienced and logical part of him was instead expecting exactly what happened next.

“Just… one more time.”

She said for the twelfth tine as her hand wrapped around Jason’s face, causing his vision to grow dark once more. Then came the familiar rustle of sheets as the blasted girl wrapped herself back into her musky cocoon, and not even five seconds later, the wet schlicking noise resumed.

“Haaahh~ Hhhaaggh~”

Schlk~ schlickk

“Glllkkk~!”

Avery moaned as she slowly began to stroke her still engorged and sensitive fuck stick while Jason’s mouth was stretch lower down onto her throbbing shaft, causing him to let out a muffled gag. Fresh dick sweat filled his mouth as his lips were made to kiss her musky, bushy pubes as her grimy, soaked balls.

The heat quickly building again as a sauna composed of his sister’s vapourised sweat enveloped the human fuck sleeve.

“Mmmmmnnn~” “Glllkkrrrrr~!”

Schlk~ schlickk

The steely cock meat stretching his throat open wasn’t the only thing causing Jason to gag. After countless non-stop orgasms, and intense fishy smell of new and old spunk was fully engrained his senses. His ability as a slime also made him able to taste the full extent of his sister’s countless snotty loads as the gooey, cloudy liquid was constantly absorbed into his body.

And then there was something else besides the stench of spunk and dickgirl musk filling his nose.

PPPRRrrrrttttGGRRRRPPpppPRRRrrttttttttt

The already warm environment under the blankets suddenly grew warmer, and a hell of a lot stinkier!

“Ueeeellgghh~!”

The slime man’s gagging increased tenfold from the rancid smell of the fart his sister had so casually let out! The smell was downright rotten, like dirty socks and spoiled cabbage coated in fermenting blue cheese! The pervasive odour filled his nose that was already occupied with the stench of her ball musk and caused his throat to convulse against the girl’s throbbing shaft. This only served to further Avery’s sense of pleasure as she jerked of using her own brother’s tiny throat!

SSPPPrrrRRAArrrpppttttttrttrttrrrrr

Who the fuck farted so much while masturbating?! The stench under the blanket only grew thicker as his sister let out another airy butt bomb. The girl had her head outside of the cocoon as she moaned, leaving herself free from the toxic stink while Jason was left to stew amidst the ever-worsening dutch oven!

“Grreeerrkkk~!”

Schlk~ schlickk

“Uuurrggh~!”

The thick smog or noxious butt fumes swirled inside the limited space in the cocoon with absolutely no way to escape. As he heaved the nasty shit vapour, Jason constantly question why he still possessed the ability to breathe when his throat was literally being stretched over his sister’s girthy prick. Worse yet, why did he still have the ability to smell all the awful smells she regularly produced?!

It was already bad enough that he had to put up with the brutal face fucking while being used as an actual fleshlight, why did he have to constantly inhale her rancid farts too?!

“Haaaahh~ hhaaaaahhh~!”

Schlk~ schlickk

“Glllrrkk~!”

Of course, no answer came to the disgruntled slime man, all bağcılar escort he could do was try his best to put up with it as his mouth was pumped back on forth on the girl’s sweaty cock. Whether by the feeling of her cock battering his throat or the nasty smell of her gas, his gagging never ceased, only growing more agitated as the state withing the hot, swampy, fart-filled cocoon gradually worsened.

BBRRRrrrrrrrrPRPRPrrppprrrFFRRRPppppttttttt

“Mmmnnn-hh haaahh~”

“Hrrrkk~!”

Schlickk

A particularly raspy fart seemed to have shocked the girl’s asshole, causing her cock to jerk powerfully in her hand, and inside Jason’s throat. The living condom could feel that she was getting close after a short time, which was understandable given that she was already on load number twenty-something.

By this time the spunk filling the slime man had been reduced to about a quarter.

“Gllrrkk~!”

Schlk~ schlickk

Jason tried his best to put off with the nose-burning stench as he braced for the upcoming orgasm. He could hear her balls churning within the restricted space and he felt like he could already taste her nut. Though that probably wasn’t just his imagination as there was still a sizable quantity of the snotty nut cream filling him.

The girl’s pumping picked up pace as she held his mouth even more tightly against her hot and sweaty shaft. The slime man’s tongue was dragged along the salty surface of her shaft while the hot, throbbing meat rod brutalised his gullet. His sister finally came at the same time that she let out a fart that was a little too wet for comfort.

SPPRRaaaaarpptttttPPRRRTTtttTRRTTtttt

“UUUeeeellghhh~!”

“Rrrnngghhh!”

Spluurrtt~

Jason’s lips were once again made to kiss her sweaty pubes and grimy balls as she held his mouth down on the base of her jerking rod. The atrocious smell of the ungodly wet shart filled his nostrils and caused him to gag hard right as his throat became painted in his sister’s hot load!

Spprrtt~Spluurtt~

“Hrrrnnggh~ haah haah~”

“Hrrk-hllkk~!”

The young woman’s body tensed up while her thick legs squirmed and rubbed together. Her plump balls throbbed and jerked as rope after rope of cloudy ball cream gushed into the human fuck sleeve. The salty hot jizz quickly joined the dregs swelling his tiny body and caused said body to begin rapidly inflating once more.

Jason could hardly focus on the feeling of his sister’s slimy nut filling his insides as he was still absolutely reeling from the ungodly stench of her last fart. The sticky, moist butt air filled his nose and caused his sinuses to burn, his throat constantly convulsed along her meaty shaft, causing more and more of her soupy seed to be milked from her jerking balls and fill him to the brim!

Spluuurt~

“KKkkrrkkk~!”

“Huff haaah haah~”

The moist fart continued to swirl around inside the heinous Dutch oven, by the time Jason had managed to endure the smell enough to realise what was happening, he was already in the same state he was previously, bloated to the brim with his sister’s cloudy cock snot that was clearly showing through his stretchy, swollen form.

“Huff huff haaaahh~”

Avery didn’t immediately open up the cocoon, probably because the interior was still soaked with her rotten farts. She instead lay there panting heavily amidst the fresh air while her living sex hole of a brother was left to endure the sweltering sauna composed of her vapourised bodily fluids and rancid farts. Jason’s mouth was left wrapped around her throbbing cock as he gagged softly while savouring the taste of her virile sperm and her noxious hit vapour. The gooey, cloudy seed leaked in between his mouth and her cock, it’s potent flavour was worked into his tastebuds along with the salty sweat soaking her shaft and balls.

Time passed slowly like that, the smell below the blanket had thinned out considerably after having been filtered through the slime man’s lungs while the quantity of semen filling him had once again decreased considerably. Jason remained suckling on his sister semi-erect spunk-stained member while snorting the musk off her greasy balls where the edge of his lips and nose remained. It was finally at this time that the cocoon was shed at last.

Fwip!

Light flooded the face of the hybrid turned condom as the heat gradually dissipated into the surrounding atmosphere. Jason didn’t want to feel relieved just yet, there was still the chance that she would suddenly grasp his mouth to her shaft again and subject him to a Dutch oven face fucking for the umpteenth time. However, much to his great relief, his sister only took a slight breather before she proceeded to sit up on the bed!

Jason couldn’t have been more ecstatic as she swung her naked legs over the end of the bed, allowing him to hang on her softening prick while dangling over the edge. He was like a large tear drop hanging off the tip of her dick, ümraniye escort filled with nothing but the cloudy semen she’d pumped out fresh from her sweaty plump balls. The thought of freedom reinvigorated the human fuck sleeve, and sure enough he was finally about to have such freedom.

But not before he was made to fulfil one final duty.

“Hhhhmmmm-mmmnnnn~”

Pssshhhhhh~

“Glllrrkk~?!”

Without any warning, Jason’s belly was suddenly flooded by a rapid, pressurized rush of hot liquid that was countless times looser that the snotty jizz that was just filling him! The smell of ammonia flooded the slime man’s sinuses as steam composed of his sister’s vapourised piss suddenly flooded from his tiny nostrils!

Psssshhhh~

“Hwwww-wwaaahhh~!”

The girl let out a light, cutesy yawn as she emptied her bladder. Jason’s body started rapidly swelling yet again as a score of hot, rancid piss filled his body and caused the cum that was still left inside of him to be churned up into a clumpy, frothy mess. The yellow of Avery’s pee quickly overtook the cloudy colour showing through his rapidly inflating formed as he was forcefully made to chug the girl’s potent morning piss!

His body kept swelling larger and larger as she continued to pee, her bladder seemed bottomless and it was only after his form had turned into that of a huge water balloon that was dangling barely a couple inches off the floor did the heavy stream of hot, rancid piss finally trickle off!

“Hwwaarr~”

His sister yawned once more before reaching down at last to detach his mouth from her cock. While Jason was gagging on the smell and taste of her fresh piss, she pulled his mouth from her crotch before grasping midway between his stretched lips and then roughly yanking them off completely.

The slime man, with his lips pinched in his sister’s finger, appeared like an actual filled water balloon, on filled with her snotty ball cream and rancid piss. The strong taste violently assaulted Jason’s senses as his sister’s piss was gradually absorbed in to his body at a rate even faster than her gooey cum.

Without waiting for him to cope with the situation, Avery suddenly used both hands to tie a knot in his stretchy lips as though he really were a used condom. When she was done, she casually tossed the piss-filled slime sack to the area below her desk, and without even looking to see if he landed properly, she simply crawled back into her sweat soaked sheets.

The girl may have had the energy to spend the entire night jerking off, however she was still a human that needed her sleep, unlike her freak of a tiny brother. Therefore, without even showering or putting anything on, she curled back up into her cocoon and the sound of her snoring sounded out not even a couple minutes later.

Jason in the meantime was rolling around on the carpet, a knot tied in his mouth and his own foot shoved up his ass keeping all of his sister’s piss and cum inside his bloated body. The smell of her nasty farts still had yet to leave his nose and now he even had the stench of her nasty piss to put up with as the hot liquid filled his mouth in the absence of her massive cock and soaked his tongue.

The jaded slime man could only put up with it until he shrunk down enough and gathered enough energy to undo the knot in his lips. Such was the hard knock life of the two inch tall hybrid.

***

“Ugh.”

What a horrible way to spend the morning, Jason groaned as he moved his tiny feet towards the bathroom. He may not need as much sleep as his sisters and the other pure humans, however there was nothing not exhausting about having his mouth and throat used as a fuck sleeve all night. All he wanted at this point was to scrub the nasty taste of his sister’s piss and cum out of his mouth before finding a secluded corner to fall asleep.

After walking for a good while, he finally came to the junction at the hall where the bathroom was situated on the other side. Thankfully they had been considerate enough to install a tiny opening in the facilities so that he would be able to get in without having to struggle with the regular sized door.

Jason’s mood brightened up a bit as he made his way over, however the moment he stepped out of the intersection, his view suddenly went dark.

Squish

“Oh my, sorry little brother!”

A muffled voice was heard before the darkness was lifted along with the large foot that had just stepped on him! The slime man reappeared with his entire body squished flat to the ground and his older sister’s sole print on his back. Of course, he was still alive, his slime-like body was virtually indestructible after all. However, the problem still remained that it would take a while for his body to return to normal when altered in such a way, and that was often just enough time for his sisters to fuck with him in whatever way they saw fit!

“Really sorry bro, I didn’t see you there~”

The young woman bent down and peeled his pancaked form off the floor and brought him up to her face. Jason was completely apathetic as he didn’t believe for a second that all of this was an accident. For one thing, she didn’t even try to sound sincere and then he didn’t hear any footsteps coming from around the corner until just then, such a thing was hard to miss at his size.

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While I was in college, I sometimes helped out my uncle who had a photo store in our town. Although he couldn’t afford to pay me much, I still liked to work for him since he was a nice person and I was really into photography, from shooting all the way to developing prints. On occasion he would have to leave the store for a while and asked me to cover for him if there were any customers.

One Saturday he had to leave after lunch already and told me that he had one appointment in his calendar for 4 p.m., a woman who wanted to have some pictures taken in the studio. Since no one else would be here, he suggested I close the store during the time of the shoots so as to not be interrupted all the time by other customers. Also, the store usually closed at 5 anyways on Saturdays, so this wouldn’t be a big deal, he said.

During the next couple hours only two customers came into the store, wanting to pick up some prints, and soon disappeared again. I was thinking of my assignment later and wondered who that woman might be, and what she would need the pictures for. It had been a while since I last took portraits so I went to the studio, checked out the cameras and positioned them in place. I arranged the background and the lighting in a nice way, and then took a couple test shoots of myself. For some reason I was a bit nervous but could not tell why. After all, this didn’t seem like too hard a task for me to do, although — I knew very little about it, that was true also.

Just a couple of minutes before 4, I heard the door opening and thought “that must be her!” I walked to the sales room and there she was. A rather small, very pretty young woman, maybe 5’3″, nice figure, curly, dark, shoulder-long brown hair with a little hint of red and a round face with barely any make-up applied. She wore an elegant black pant suit with a light blue blouse and black dress shoes with medium high heels. We looked at each other, then paused, in some sort of disbelief, then looked at each other again. She was the first to talk.

“Eric! Is that you?” She exclaimed, somewhat astonished.

“Yes, that’s me! And you are… Courtney… I guess?” I wondered. I had a faint memory of a young girl in middle school of that name, she looked very much alike this young woman. I didn’t know her well at that time but remember having a little crush on her from a distance, so to say.

“You got it!” She smiled at me. “Wow, I can’t believe, how many years has it been?”

“About six.” I replied. “You look even more beautiful than you did then,” I made her a compliment.

“Oh stop it, Eric! You’re the same womanizer you always were.”

How come she knew that of me? I barely knew her then… but in any case I thought we should move to do some business; maybe there would be time to meet and chat later.

“So, what brings you here, Courtney?” I asked.

“Well, believe it or not, but I’m getting married next month. So I’d like to have some pictures taken of me in my bridal outfit before the wedding, just in case, you never know, and maybe also as a surprise tekirdağ escort to my fiancé.” At this point I noticed that she had brought a huge bag with her.

“So I assume you got your dress in there?”

“Exactly, and all the other parts of my outfit, as well.”

“I see. So let me lock the store first, since we’ll be working in the studio and I could not attend to any other customers in that time.” I locked the front door and changed the sign so that the side with “CLOSED” faced the outdoors. Then I led Courtney into the studio.

“There is a small room on the right where you can change,” I told her and she took her big bag and disappeared. Not long afterwards, she called my name. I wasn’t sure what was the matter, but I knocked on the door to the small spare room.

“Come in, Eric!” She said. “I’d like to ask you if you can help me into my dress. It’s the first time I’m actually trying it on, just got it yesterday from the seamstress.”

“Okay,” I replied, not really sure what to do. Courtney stood in front of a large mirror, facing me with her back and had her bridal dress pulled up over her hips but not any farther than that. She wore a tight white bra size C that showed quite some cleavage as I could see in the mirror. Even her nipples showed through her bra a little bit. She also had changed into some shiny smooth white tights with reinforced toes and did not wear her shoes yet. I admired her beautiful small feet, probably size 3 or 4, and her adorable, sexy legs whose shape was even more enhanced in that smooth fabric of her tights.

“Come on, Eric — just pull the two sides together and zip this darn thing up!” She awakened me from my thoughts of admiration. She lifted the front part of her dress up and I understood to take the two sides on the rear and hold them tightly together with one hand, while moving the zipper up, but of course without hurting her in the way. In fact the theory sounded easier than it was to do in practice and it took me several tries to accomplish my mission. I was a bit embarrassed about my “two left hands” and how long it took me to get it done, but she was perfectly okay with it and thanked me several times for my help.

While I was assisting her, I noticed a very erotic smell from her hair, somewhat flowery and almost sweet, that made me even more aroused. I had never stood that close to a woman before, not to mention one that was half naked, and in a sense even touched her, which was unavoidable while I helped her zip up her dress.

Courtney now took her shiny white pumps out of her bag and slipped her nylon-encased feet in them.

“I think I am ready,” she announced and we walked back into the studio.

“You didn’t bring any flowers?” I asked.

“No, unfortunately. Do you have any?”

“Yes, we do. But I’m afraid they are artificial. No one will notice on the pictures, though, I promise.”

I asked her to sit on a comfortable chair first, with the bouquet in her lap, legs parallel, and to look at me with a smile. tokat escort She was such an amazing bride that I almost forgot what I was doing. Her smile was so enormously charming that I almost had to ask her to stop smiling at least for a little while to get back grounded on my job again.

I did some portrait shots, close-ups, some including her upper body down to her lap and then some shots with her whole figure. I also asked her to stand, lean against an artificial pillar, and vary the way her hair dropped over her face. Then I got inspired to try things off the beaten path and I asked her to put on some serious and even strict look in her face. She was very good with those kinds of changes of her expression; I had done professional models before who were less talented than Courtney. I made her open her mouth a bit and stick her index finger in, then hold the tip to her lower lip, moving it around a bit and bending the lip slightly. Very sharp, I thought. Her fingernails must have been manicured very recently and the nails had a shiny light red polish applied to them.

My next idea was for her to sit on the sofa, with her legs across and her shoes resting on the opposite arm rest. Shoes parallel, then legs over cross, then dress moved up slightly, just a few inches, then up to the knees, then a bit further… We were already way far astray from any normal bridal shots! It was obvious to me that Courtney not only didn’t mind my “special requests”, but enjoyed them, since she tuned into the whole thing more and more and acted like a slutty bride in both her facial expression and the way she posed for the camera.

Not long after these shots on the couch, she took matters into her own hand and slowly began a fascinating bridal striptease in front of me which of course I had to capture on camera in every detail. She first sat down on the chair again, crossed her legs, and slipped half way out of her white heels, dangling them seductively for me and for the camera. I had to get closer for some real cool shots and was able to smell her female sweaty scent from her soles and heels, quite amazing. She let the shoe drop to the floor, then did the same with the other shoe, dangling it patiently for me to get as many close shots as I could. I wound up sitting on the floor in front of her and she took the opportunity to walk her feet in tights over my crotch area, landing on my hard cock and giving it a bit of a massage. I was so turned on, I almost fainted from that sensation, although I still had my undies and pants on.

Then Courtney took off her dress, slowly, one step at a time, and first exposed her upper body, just with a bra, and then also her butt and crotch area. What a cute round butt that was! The shiny, smooth white tights made it even more impressive and I could not help letting my hands gently slide over her bottoms between two pictures. I was nervous, a bit, but she didn’t mind at all.

That encouraged me to put the camera aside just for a little bit and explore her body for a while. I trabzon escort started from her head and beautiful hair down to her breasts, gave them a slow massage, and then wanted to continue down but she took my hands and placed them on her back where the bra was hooked together. I knew what she wanted and I took off her bra, not without slight complications, and then went back to her absolutely stunning breasts and continued my massage. I then used my tongue as well and sucked on her dark nipples until they were very stiff and she started to moan a bit.

Courtney now started to undress me also until I was entirely nude and we sat down on the couch. She must have noticed how much I loved her feet and legs and the white tights she wore, because she placed her feet on my cock again and started a great foot job right there, only this time directly on my manhood. I was so excited that I could not hold myself back and came big time all over her feet and legs and her shiny silky white tights. She rubbed my cum into her tights and then walked her feet up my body to my face where she gently moved them and also her toes, and where I got an even stronger sensation of her sweet sweaty cute little feet.

It was my turn to massage Courtney’s feet with my hands, all the toes individually, then her arches, soles, heels, ankles, calves, knees, thighs, all the way up to her crotch. The sensation of the smooth tights encasing the sexy feet and legs of this beautiful young bride made me very aroused again.

Courtney took my hand and led it underneath her tights and her panties.

“Rub it gently there!” She asked. And I tried my best for the zero experience I had. But I must have not been so bad since her breathing became heavier and her moaning louder. IT was also getting very wet down there between her legs.

“Eric, I want you to fuck me — please!” She begged. Wow, I had never thought it would get that far, but I was definitely ready for my first time with a woman, particularly with one like Courtney. She ripped a hole in her tights right at her crotch and then moved the almost string-like bottom part of her panties aside so her pussy was free and ready for me.

I kneeled in front of her and slowly moved closer, then Courtney gently took my penis into her right hand and placed it at her love hole. I pushed forward, very slowly, then all the way, and Courtney sighed intensely. It was a magnificent feeling having my cock inside of her soft and wet pussy which was still firm in some sense and had a grip on it.

I moved in and out of her, slowly, then faster, then slowly again. She encouraged me by shouting out loud: “Fuck me! Yes, fuck me hard! Yes, like that! Like that! Give it to me, Eric! Yeah!”

She wrapped her legs encased in these white tights around my waist and pressed her heels against my butt which made me crazy of excitement. We fucked for at least half an hour until we came very closely one after another. I shot my load deep into her, exploding more than ten times, and she squirted her juices all over me.

We lay there for a while, then standing up and embracing each other, even a gentle kiss.

I was not surprised that she didn’t send me an invitation to her wedding. But for some reason she forgot her white tights in the spare room. I still have them, and so do I have copies of all the pictures I took that special afternoon…

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“Do you think a woman could eat herself out?”

Even now, bringing her feet down the wall step by step, inching her pussy closer and closer to her waiting tongue, the conversation Jenny had heard while walking between classes rang through her head.

“What the hell are you talking about, Gerald?”

“I mean, you know, if she was flexible enough, do you think a chick could get down there and lick herself enough to come? It would be the ‘ultimate head,’ wouldn’t it?”

“Jesus, the shit you think up…”

The couple had continued on their merry way, but Jenny was left thinking. She was a gymnast – had been for a few years. If anybody could do it, she probably could.

So she’d skipped Horticulture 101 that day and went back home. The whole ride back, all she could think about what what it would feel like, what the texture of her lips would be like on her mouth, what her clit would feel like rolled around by her tongue, what the smell and taste would be like so close to her honeypot.

As soon as she was in her dorm, Jenny removed all her clothing and sat on her bed with a mirror. She knew that it would be a stretch. If she didn’t need to lick her pussy, she’d give up at the strain. But if she wanted to actually reach nirvana, she knew she’d have to have a biological need.

So for ten or twenty minutes she sat, playing with her lips, stretching them, admiring them. She built up a lust for the pussy in the mirror – it wasn’t hers. It belonged to someone else. The more she looked at it, the more she externalized it, the more she wanted it. How great, she wondered, would it be to give herself the ultimate head? In control of the motions, and receiving each one herself. The thought pleased her deeply, and at this point she put the mirror on her nightstand and went to work.

She found quickly that a direct frontbend wouldn’t work. She simply couldn’t crawl through her legs as she imagined she might be able to. Somehow, she needed an external force to multiply her own flexibility. To that end, she swung around so that her head was against the wall.

Next, she swung her feet up above her head, folding herself more or less in half. Now, she was able to walk down the wall slowly, stretching as she went. Already it was getting difficult to breathe. Jenny wondered if she’d be able to hold her breath long enough to just stick her tongue out.

“No,” she whispered, trying to motivate herself. “No, you’re not fucking giving up. You need this, Jen. You deserve this.”

She reached up spontaneously and inserted a finger into the pussy above her head. It felt good, good enough to make her stop walking down the wall. She wiggled her digit around for a moment, then removed her finger and put it in her mouth.

“There,” she said past her wet finger, “that’s what it’s going to taste like.”

Her vigor renewed, she took bigger steps. The taste would be so much better straight from the source. For a brief moment, she wondered how many women had tasted themselves and wished to lick themselves. The number, she reasoned, was likely high. But far, far fewer had ever licked themselves. Few had probably ever gotten to the point she was at now, with her pussy just an inch away.

“Fuck,” she managed, fighting to inhale. Her clit now stuck out from its hood, straining against its anchor, stopping just short of verbalizing its need for her to suck it. She snaked her tongue out far as she could, but those precious centimeters she needed may as well have been the other side of the galaxy.

She moved her hands, which currently were pulling her legs down toward her head, behind her head, careful to keep pressure on the backs of her knees. Weaving her fingers together behind her head like a cradle, she prepared to do a crunch with her legs over her head. The strain in her neck was undeniable, as was the pain at her waist.

“This is it, Jenny. You’re gonna lick it,” she thought, sucking in a deep breath. Then she pulled her stomach in and yanked her hands forward, bringing her head and pussy together.

Several things happened at once. Firstly, the tension in her neck disappeared, and she felt her shoulders move backward. Next, her face and pussy collided, far more forcefully than she’d intended. Immediately following her brain registering that her genitals and mouth had indeed touched, the world around her began to spin. Instinctively, she shut her eyes as several things hit her face in succession, until she lay still, the tension vanished from her body.

As she opened her eyes, she saw that she was on the carpet.

“Fuck,” she muttered. “That was disappointing.” And she sat up.

Well, part of her did.

More than horror or fear or even confusion, Jenny simply regarded the sight now before her with lust. On the bed now positioned in the center of her field of vision, she watched as her own headless body sat up. She knew it was hers; those breasts were unmistakably the biggest on the dance team. Those sloping shoulders, now featureless bilecik escort from left to right, bore her freckles and birthmarks. And, most importantly, Jenny knew it was her body because it had sat up when she willed herself to sit up.

“What the hell…” she breathed, staring at her shoulders from the floor as she explored the spot where her head belonged. She brushed her hand from one shoulder to the other, feeling the empty expanse over her sternum and spine. She patted the spot, noting the sensation much like a pat on the back of the neck or the elbow – it was clear that something was touching her, but the feelings weren’t delicate, as they might be on the stomach or nipple.

She tried to shake her head, but her viewpoint remained unchanged. Somehow, despite the sheer oddity of her predicament, she couldn’t shake the primal heat coming up from her groin. She’d put so much effort forth to get herself in the mood that now, it wouldn’t go away.

As she watched herself helplessly feeling around her smooth shoulders for her now-detached head, Jenny realized that the answer to Gerald’s question was a resounding yes.

“Yes!” she chortled, laughing slightly. Her body, still responding to her every command as if it were still attached, shook silently. Its breasts swayed as it stood from the bed, then stooped, waving its arms out like metal detectors, hands hovering inches from the floor.

“God that’s sexy,” she said. She felt it, and saw it, when her knees bumped the bottoms of her breasts. Her view of her neck, or rather the spot her head should be, was now unimpeded. It was covered by skin with identical tone and color as her chest. In fact, she saw some slight redness between her shoulders, which she interpreted as horniness – the same telltale sign, she figured, as when her chest turned red during sex.

Now her hands collided with the top of her head. It was a new and alien sensation, being in two places at once and yet not feeling like it. As she leaned back into a stoop to lift her head from the floor, she brought one hand under her jaw for support, and with her other hand she clasped her scalp tightly.

“Jesus,” she said, vertigo taking hold as she turned around. Walking now back to her bed, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror at her vanity. Her body – so short now, with no head! – walked slowly, her head out-thrust like a precarious lamp.

She kept her head facing forward as she backed her body onto the bed, then leaned back. Jenny reasoned she could proved Gerald correct this very second, or she could enjoy the possibilities her new arrangement of body parts offered. She held her head over her groin, looking down at the wet matte of hair between her legs.

“God, I want it,” she said, pulling her head to her chest instead. “You’re a fucking tease, aren’t you?” she said to her body. She moved her head to her left nipple and began to suck it, hard, twiddling its sister with her free hand. “I like that, body.”

Jenny was already big enough in the chest to suck her own nipples comfortably, but it was a new feeling entirely to suck them without lifting them. There was something forbidden about it, as if they belonged to someone else. She twisted the nipple with her teeth, and then brought her head down to kiss her stomach. She stopped ministering to her right nipple with her free hand and brought it down to her pussy, slipping a finger inside. Her eyes bugged when she realized how wet she was.

“You want it too, don’t you?” Jenny said, again to the body under her control. She took one last look at her mountainous breasts sliding away from each other on her chest, felt the manic beating of her heart, reveled in the sheer mindless horniness now spreading throughout her without signs of stopping, and dropped her head between her legs.

As she descended, still in her own grip, her chin bumped her clit. She bucked involuntarily and through sheer instinct grabbed her head tighter to ensure it didn’t fall onto the floor again. The firmer grip brought her head closer to her pussy as she relaxed on the bed, and with the force of a spiteful lover she was thrust against her own folds.

She was wetter than a ruptured waterbed as her tongue wrapped around her clit. The first orgasm was instantaneous, and she felt her lips contracting around her face.

“Ohmygod!” she shrieked, muffled by her own pussy. She knew, were her pussy looser, the force with which she now pushed her face against her groin would’ve shoved her head inside her vagina.

As the aftershocks subsided from her first orgasm, Jenny was in no mind to stop. She looked past her stomach to her wobbling breasts and brought one hand up to squeeze them. She arched her back at her own touch.

“You like that, don’t you? You’ve been a bad body, you know. A bad” – here she licked her clit again, and grunted, – “body!” She drove her tongue deep into her hole, tasting her sweet juices from every angle at once. “You know manisa escort what we do to naughty bodies, don’t you? Naughty headless sexy bodies.”

Her talk was upping the ante. She felt her heart beating faster than hummingbird wings. She couldn’t squeeze her breasts hard enough. She couldn’t suck her clit hard enough. She couldn’t lap at her lips quick enough to blow another load. But the talking was transporting her to another realm of sexual bliss.

Suddenly, Jenny’s door opened. She looked over, too horny to be worried, and saw her boyfriend, Derek, standing in the doorway with a bouquet.

“Oh, sorry baby, I didn’t mean to… Did you detach your head?”

“Yeah, I did,” she said lustily, sitting up with her head pushed against her breasts. She brushed her face against them as she spoke. “I was just punishing my naughty body. Wanna help?” Jenny turned her head to Derek, licking her lips.

In a flash, Derek had thrown the bouquet against a chair and removed his clothes.

“So, can you still control your body?” he asked, as Jenny’s headless body handed him a condom from the nightstand.

“I sure can,” she said.

“Then how are you punishing it?” He rolled the condom down his dick as Jenny’s head, level with it, watched hungrily.

“I dunno,” she deflected, “but maybe you can help.” He picked up her head and brought it to eye-level. “It’s been very naughty,” she said, pouting. “Should we spank it? Or maybe we can fuck it really hard.”

As she spoke, her body rolled over onto its stomach. She looked down at it.

“Maybe we should tie it up first. It might get away.”

“God, Jenny, I didn’t know you were a sub. You’re always such a dominatrix in the sack.”

“Well,” she offered as Derek pulled several lacy handcuffs from the dresser. “It’s not every day a girl gets to see herself as another person.”

“Would you stop moving?” Derek asked. He was struggling to handcuff her body, which was now flailing its limbs, while holding her head against his chest.

“I told you it’s being naughty,” Jenny said. “Looks like you’ll have to put me down to apprehend it.” Derek just chuckled as he shook his head.

“Is this alright?” he asked, setting her head down gently on the vanity. “Can you see everything?”

“Oh baby, can I,” she whispered, kissing him gently as he turned away.

He went back to the bed and straddled her headless body, slapping the fuzzy handcuffs around one of her arms and anchoring it to the headboard. He did the same with her other arm, and stopped when he saw that her shoulder-blades were touching each other over the space where her head should have been.

“How’s this feel, honey?” he asked, looking to his right, to the vanity, where her head sat with its eyes closed, enjoying every second of it. “Your shoulders are touching where, uh, where your head goes.”

“I know,” Jenny said. “It’s nice; you’re doing fine, baby! You’re a little heavy, though. Maybe just sit up a little?” Derek shifted his weight to his hips. “Perfect, love!”

Her legs were somewhat easier to get shackled down, and then he came back for her head.

“I think my body likes that, Derek,” she said as he lifted her up and brought her to survey herself.

She lay, helpless, headless and on her stomach on the bed. He’d anchored her legs at the ankles to the bedposts, but he handcuffed her arms together through a bar on the headboard. Instead of positioning her like an “X,” Derek had opted to tie her down like an inverted “Y.”

“Man, this is fucking weird,” he said in her ear.

“Good thing we’re both into weird, baby,” she said. “We should probably fuck my body now, though. My heart’s beating a mile a minute.”

“You don’t want me to tease you like usual?” Derek seemed a little sad.

“Baby, I teased myself long before you got here.” She grunted, gasping as he entered her. “With my tongue.”

“Hey, I can kiss you and do you from behind at the, ungh, at the same time.” Derek brought her in and snaked his tongue into her mouth. Her mouth tasted just like her pussy, and he kissed her more deeply for it. She returned the kiss with full force, moaning at him and whimpering as he rammed her.

“What are you, oh God, what are you stopping for?” her head asked as he broke the kiss off.

“I need to breathe, baby.”

“You’re not, ugh, not punishing that body enough. Turn me around.” Derek complied. Jenny looked down. From her vantage point, she had a man’s body below her. She watched, transfixed for a moment, as Derek’s cock slid in and out of her pussy, and she could both see and feel it.

“You like that?” he said, watching her staring down at her own ass as it crumpled against his thrusts. “You like watching yourself get fucked?”

“I like fucking myself,” she replied. “Slap my ass.”

She watched, thoroughly entertained, as he raised a hand and brought it across both of her buttocks, leaving a faint red mark on both.

“Squeeze mersin escort that ass,” she commanded. Again she watched, imagining that his body was hers, as a strong hand reached down and clenched its grip around her right ass cheek.

She felt his hand on her ass, and pushed her body closer to the bedsheets. Her nipples rubbed lightly against the cotton as he thrust into her, first as he punched into her pussy, and second as he dragged her backward to withdraw.

“Turn me around,” Jenny said. Derek complied. “You going to come inside that naughty, sexy, headless, helpless, horny body,” she whispered, grunting with every impact and trying to time her words around it, “or are you going to use my head as a tissue and make it catch your load?”

Derek wiped the sweat away from his forehead. “I’ve got a choice?”

Jenny grinned, closing her eyes, raising her eyebrows as his hips smashed into her ass over and over. “Not like I’m going to do anything about it.”

“Well shit,” he said, pulling out and peeling off the condom.

“One thing, though.” she said. He stopped, mid-removal. “I think, well, I know, that my body wants to masturbate. Real bad. Would you mind letting it go?”

“Nah, it’s been naughty. Why would I let it jack itself off?”

“Because I’ll bite your dick off if you don’t,” Jenny said.

Derek laughed and put her head down on her ass as he unlocked the handcuffs, throwing them into a pile on the floor. Jenny’s entire body and head were covered in a thin sheen of sweat, but all the same she kissed her ass lightly, sensually as her boyfriend freed her body.

“Kissing your own ass, you narcissist,” Derek chuckled, picking her head up and wiping her cheek on the covers. Her body rolled over and sat up, sliding a finger into its pussy and rubbing her clit.

Derek put her head on the edge of the bed and then stood, masturbating. “Oh God that’s nice,” she muttered, her eyes rolling up into her head. “Everything’s nice.”

“Look at you,” he said, turning her around. She opened her eyes to see her headless body sitting, unceremoniously, at the other end of the bed. It was hunched over, her breasts brushing her thighs, as she rubbed her pussy with one hand and pulled herself down with the other. Even though Jenny was in control of it, causing and feeling everything she saw before her, she couldn’t help but mentally remark how much it looked like someone else. She put one hand up to her neck, to the place where her head should be, and patted it as if she were still surprised that it had detached.

“Jesus, Derek, did my head really come off my body?”

“Yeah, baby. Isn’t it awesome?”

“Is that really my headless body masturbating over there?”

“I know, I can’t believe it either.”

“Derek, I think I’m gonna come.”

“Hang on, not yet, baby. I’m almost there!”

“Too late! Oh God, I’m squirting!” Jenny whimpered the last words as she closed her eyes and felt her pussy open up, felt herself get instantly wetter, and then felt a stream of warm liquid hitting her face. She leaned back against the headboard, unable to control herself in the face of such a raw orgasm, and felt Derek’s load on the back of her head.

She kept her eyes closed, but they both remained still for a second; her body, chest rising and falling soundlessly as it absently played with its pussy lips, and Derek, head buried in the crook of his arm as he caught his breath. Finally, Jenny’s body sat up and gathered her soaking head into its arms.

“I sort of, uh, gave myself a facial. I can’t exactly see anything; would you lead me to the bathroom, baby? I think we should clean up.”

“Yeah, yeah you’re right.” Derek grabbed her by the shoulders and guided her into the cold bathroom. “That was some facial,” he said as he guided her to the shower and turned the water on.

“I’ve only squirted once before. Well, you remember,” she said, passing her head from one hand to the other, then holding it on her hip like a basketball. “The first time we made love? You were so big, baby.” She reached out and gave his flaccid dick a rub.

“You were so wet, honey. So excited. Made me feel like a million bucks.” He put a hand into the shower stream. “Looks like it’s hot now. You first, or me?”

“Actually, I’m going to multitask here, baby. I’ve gotta pee like a racehorse, but take me, or my head, I guess.”

Jenny passed her head off to him as her body sat down on the toilet. He got into the shower with her and began to rinse her hair.

“Shit!” she said after a moment. Derek heard fumbling outside. “I’m out of toilet paper!” He wiped the water from her eyes and she looked up at him.

“Does it matter?” He asked, rubbing body wash on the arm supporting her head. “You can just get in here and wash off.”

“Oh,” she said as the shower door slid open and her body stepped in behind Derek. “I hadn’t thought of that.” He passed the body wash over his shoulder, and she took it from him. She opened it, then stopped.

“Actually, do you mind handing me to my body? I’m going to wash my hair first, then wash my body. I think it’d be hard to do it another way.”

Derek grabbed her shoulders and guided her headless body around him so she was in the stream. Then he handed her head to her and stepped back.

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INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER – When Bob and Anna Wilson and their three adult kids John, Kate and Dylan along with spoiled cousin Madison went camping in the New Jersey Pine Barrens, they met and befriended two young men in the US on a working holiday – brash Australian David, better known as Davo, and his friend Travis, originally from New Zealand.

While Madison was a nightmare on the Wilson family’s 1994 camping vacation, another niece Breanna who is currently staying with them is far worse as is her best friend Isabella. When Davo and Travis arrive in the Wilson family’s Pennsylvania hometown, can they do something to relieve the long-suffering Wilsons of trailer park tramp Breanna and housing project whore Isabella? Find out by reading the eighth and final story of sexual shock comedy ‘Trailer Trash Teen Hates Rules’.

All characters and events depicted in this story are fictional, with any similarity to real persons living or dead coincidental and unintentional. Please be aware of the strong fetish themes, coarse humor (including bathroom humor), foul language and violence in the story, which may not be to everyone’s taste.

Otherwise, please enjoy Breanna’s last adventure and rate and comment.

*

SATURDAY morning was the start of a beautiful Pennsylvanian summer day as Davo drove the van out of Philadelphia and into the country, Travis in the passenger seat navigating.

Passing by a farm, the young Australian looked at a field full of sheep and goats and turned to his New Zealander friend. “Hey Travis, try not jumping out of the car and scaring the sheep this time.”

Travis grinned and shook his head at his friend’s latest joke about New Zealanders and sheep. “Oh come on Davo, get some new material.”

As the duo reached the outskirts of the town the Wilson family called home, Davo glanced into the fields of another farm and his eyes went wide in astonishment. “Hey, how did we come to be in New Zealand?” he asked Travis. He pointed out the open van window.

“What is it now, Davo?” asked Travis before the young red-haired man’s eyes also went wide as Davo pulled to the side of the road and both guys looked across the field. The sound of cows mooing and the whinnying of a horse filled the van as the young men observed the amazing sight of a large black horse chasing one of a herd of cows, the stallion rearing up on its hind legs and attempting with great enthusiasm to mount the cow.

Davo shook his head as he pulled back onto the road and continued driving. “That is some weird, fucked up shit. Kate never said anything about her town being so strange.”

“No,” agreed Travis. “Although that cousin of hers, that Breanna girl sounds strange. Are you sure you really want to go there?”

“Fuck yeah, if she’s hot like Kate said she was,” said Davo. “And talking about Kate and fucking, I bet you can’t wait to get into her knickers?”

The images of Kate filled his mind, the pretty six-foot girl with her long dark hair wearing her white panties and her E-cup breasts harnessed with a white bra; Kate naked, her beautiful big breasts, the plump cheeks of her bare bottom and her luxurious carpet of black pubic hair that grew over her mound and over her pink pussy. Travis felt his groin stirring. “I hope we get a chance. On the camping trip it was okay because her parents were always so occupied with what Madison was up to, but here it might be different.”

“Breanna is much worse than Madison so Kate was saying, so I think Mr. and Mrs. Wilson will be fully occupied,” observed Davo as he slowed down on approach to an intersection. Continuing along the road, Davo turned the van into a motel parking lot. This motel was much nicer than the sleazy, cheap establishment on the bad side of town, and Davo looked the place up and down. “This looks pretty good,” he said.

“Yeah,” agreed Travis, as he stepped out of the van. He observed some signs in the park across the street, promoting the Christian Music Festival to take place that same Saturday. “Hey Davo look at this, the Christian Musical Festival. I wonder what that’s about?”

Davo also looked at the signs. “Jesus, I can’t think of anything more fun,” the young Australian said sarcastically.

*

Davo’s hypothesis that Bob and Anna Wilson were fully occupied that morning was an accurate one. They had not one but two problem teenage girls to deal with. The husband and wife glared at both Breanna and Isabella as the girls displayed their terrible table manners at breakfast, eating toast covered with peanut butter and jelly with their mouths open.

Neither girl had dressed, Breanna and Isabella both barefoot in oversize tee-shirts over their panties. Dylan of course was most interested in both his cousin and her hot Latina friend, his groin stirring as Breanna changed her position at the table, opening her legs to show her white panties while Isabella’s knees drifted apart to show the blue floral cotton panties that covered her pussy and bottom. The two girls consumed kütahya escort the last of the orange juice without asking the Wilson family if they would like any more before making their way upstairs, leaving their breakfast dishes un-cleared on the table. Dylan craned his neck as the two barefoot teenage girls made their way upstairs, observing their legs and panties.

“So, who are these two guys that are coming over for lunch today?” asked Breanna to Kate later that morning. Kate was dressed in a long blue floral skirt, her big boobs filling out her tee-shirt. Breanna wore jeans and a tee-shirt and Isabella a revealing blouse and a short skirt. Kate was busy dusting, neither Breanna nor Isabella feeling any inclination to help her.

“Davo and Travis, we met them when we were camping,” said Kate. “They’re from Australia. Well, Travis is from near Christchurch in New Zealand originally, but like Davo he lives in Melbourne.”

“We had to learn about Australia in geography at high school,” said Breanna. “It was so boring.”

“Well, why don’t you tell Davo and Travis how you feel when they arrive?” asked Kate.

“I will,” said Breanna, a challenging tone in her voice. Failing to assist Kate with moving a small cabinet, Breanna then said to her cousin, “So, what do they look like?”

“I’ll show you,” said Kate. She retrieved the packet of photographs from the camping trip, and opened them up, showing Breanna and Isabella the photographs that contained Davo and Travis. Kate saw Breanna’s interest aroused as she looked at the good-looking, muscular form of Davo, wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts, although her trailer park cousin was careful to maintain a look of indifference as she examined the photographs.

Isabella was far less constrained about expressing her opinions, although for once in her life, she only had good things to say. “Are all New Zealand guys this good looking?” she asked, pointing at Travis.

Kate was a little dismayed that Isabella was so interested in the guy that interested her, but obviously did not express these feelings, given that her parents had no idea what she and Madison had gotten up to with the guys on the camping vacation.

Breanna made her exit from the living room, the images of the great-looking young Australian traveler in her mind. Between her legs, Breanna felt her clitoris tingling and her vagina dampening as she closed the door to the room where she was staying. Pulling down her jeans to leave her standing in a tee-shirt and white bikini-style panties, Breanna reached into her bag and pulled out her tight and very short denim shorts, pulling them up and adjusting them so they fitted around her aroused pussy. As Breanna returned, Kate noted Breanna’s change of clothes, and it was obvious that her trashy cousin had taken the bait.

*

The morning seemed to drag for Breanna and Isabella as they awaited the arrival of the two great-looking guys from Australia. Towards eleven, they jumped with excitement when the doorbell rang, but to their great disappointment it was only Samantha. John’s fiancée looked pretty as ever in a lemon-colored summer dress, the girl carrying some fruit she had cut up for the barbeque. John greeted her with a kiss, and the couple made their way into the kitchen.

Another fifteen minutes passed before the doorbell rang again, and this time it was indeed Davo and Travis. “Davo, Travis, how are you?” asked Bob Wilson, as he greeted the two young men warmly and invited them inside.

“G’day Mr. Wilson, pretty good,” said Davo in his strong Australian accent. He held up a plastic bag containing steaks and sausages he and Travis had purchased at a butcher’s shop in town. “Sorry, we’re running a bit late. As soon as the butcher found out we were from Australia, he wouldn’t stop talking …”

Bob laughed, recognizing the butcher’s shop bag. “Old Mario? Yeah, he’s a nice enough guy but once he gets talking …”

Davo also laughed. “Yeah, he kept saying how great it must be to live in Australia, how we can go to the Sydney Harbor Bridge and Opera House, a swim at the Great Barrier Reef or for a picnic at Ayer’s Rock any time we like. When I said I was from Melbourne, it didn’t seem to register.”

“That’s Mario for you,” said Bob, feeling more relaxed than he had felt all week.

“Why don’t I put this in the refrigerator, Davo?” Anna suggested, taking the butcher’s bag from Davo and into the kitchen.

“Thanks Mrs. Wilson,” said Davo, as he and Travis greeted Kate, Dylan and John.

“Hi Davo, hi Travis,” said Kate warmly.

“G’day Kate,” said Davo, shaking hands with her.

“Hi Kate,” said Travis. “It’s good to see you again.”

“Yes, it’s good to see you too Travis,” said Kate, her smile masking a puzzling feeling inside her. She had really been looking forward to seeing Travis, but now that he was here she didn’t feel excited, in fact she felt kind of flat. Kate thought to herself that maybe it was malatya escort just stress, that Breanna’s antics during the week had worn her down, and that soon she would feel that excitement again.

Davo turned to John and Samantha. “Great to see you again, John,” he said as he and Travis shook hands with John. “And you must be Samantha,” Davo continued, shaking hands with the pretty strawberry blonde. “John’s told me so much about you.”

Samantha laughed and smiled. “Only good things, I hope?”

Davo noticed Samantha’s left hand, and the ring on her finger. “Wow, did you get engaged?”

“Yes, just this week,” said Samantha.

“Congratulations,” said Davo, he and Travis again shaking hands with John and Samantha. He grinned at John. “Your days of freedom are nearly over.”

“Yeah, Samantha’s already set out my schedule for the next week and the week after,” John joked, Samantha playfully poking him in the ribs.

Davo and Travis’s attention was captured by the entrance of Breanna and Isabella, Davo’s eyes going wide at the sight of Breanna, the pretty blonde dressed in a tight tee-shirt that accentuated her breasts, and the short denim shorts that showed off her shapely legs.

Bob looked at the two girls. “This is my niece Breanna, and her friend Isabella,” he said, the tone of his voice stern as he reflected on the many troubles Breanna had caused in the turbulent week. “They are both nuisances but aren’t here for long, tomorrow they will be going back to the other side of town where they belong.”

“G’day Breanna, how are ya?” Davo asked, deliberately accentuating his Australian accent as he shook hands with the girl.

Breanna, although very much interested by Davo was determined to be her usual self, and looked Davo up and down with a hard expression. “You’re from Australia? We learned about Australia in history and geography in school.”

“So what do you think of Australia?” Davo asked.

“I think it’s a heap of fucking shit,” said Breanna.

“Breanna!” snapped Bob and Anna in unison.

“Oh, you know how to swear, that’s very impressive,” said Davo to Breanna, the girl glowering back at him as he shook hands with Isabella. “Perhaps Isabella is more friendly?”

“Nice to meet you Davo,” said Isabella, shaking hands with Davo and then Travis.

“Hi Isabella, I’m Travis,” said the young man, quite taken with her good looks.

Isabella looked at him, and in a way that was completely at odds with the tough, streetwise girl who had grown up in a housing project, burst out giggling and blurted out, “You talk funny,”, sounding more like a naïve groupie meeting an actor or popstar on whom she had a crush.

Davo laughed hysterically, and Isabella blushed at what she had said and how she had said it. “Isabella, what the fuck?” asked Breanna, also laughing.

“Breanna!” warned Anna, increasingly exasperated that her niece could scarcely avoid using the word fuck in every sentence that came out of her mouth.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I said that,” said Isabella.

“No, that’s okay,” said Travis, also laughing.

“He does talk funny,” said Davo. “Australians always need to interpret for New Zealanders, so if you need to know what Travis is saying, just ask me. Just for a start, when Travis says ‘fush’ he means ‘fish’, and when he says ‘pug’ he means a pig, not a small dog.” He turned to Bob. “Now, how about I show you how us Aussies do a barbeque, Mr. Wilson?”

“Looking forward to it, Davo,” said Bob. “And I’ll show you and Travis how to do a Philly cheesesteak.”

“Sounds great,” said Davo. “Travis and I had Philly cheesesteaks for tea the other night, bloody great.”

The Wilson family and their guests split into three groups. There were the guys, Bob, John, Davo and Travis at the barbeque each with a beer, talking about things like sports, cars and fishing. There were the girls, Anna, Kate and Samantha who worked together making salads and also talking. There were the rebels, Breanna and Isabella who sat smoking cigarettes.

Left alone to brood in his own resentment was Dylan. The small statured young man had scarcely been acknowledged by Davo or Travis, and as usual he felt as though he was in the shadows of his brother and sister. Watching how relaxed his father was with the two guys from Australia, laughing and joking and talking about a variety of things made Dylan brood all the more. He and his father had never really been able to do that. Once he had gone fishing with his father, and they had barely spoken more than a dozen words the entire day. This contrasted greatly with how his father interacted with Kate or John.

With the barbeque ready, everybody sat down outside to eat, Bob feeling more relaxed than he had all week when this was shattered by two voices – young and male – calling across the back yard and setting the dogs to barking. “Hey, that looks really good.”

Dylan’s two loser friends Wayne and Kenny were there batman escort standing at the gate, as usual not knocking or ringing the doorbell. Bob cursed. These two worthless morons were attracted by food more than hyenas and vultures to a carcass of a dead animal on the African plains. And given the amount junk these two losers ate, it was amazing that they both had skinny frames, and did not weigh more than 250-pounds each.

“I love those chips,” said Kenny, staring at a bag of potato chips.

“And I’m really thirsty,” said Wayne, eying off a bottle of lemonade.

“Could we stop for lunch too?” asked Kenny, not bothering to hint at what he wanted.

Bob sighed, then an idea crossed his mind. “Yes, come in.” Bob went into the garage and removed a children’s table and chair set – used by John, Kate and Dylan in early childhood and put it alongside the main table.

As he did this, Anna introduced Wayne and Kenny to Davo, Travis and Isabella. “This is Davo White, Travis Black and Breanna’s friend Isabella Ramirez.”

Bob noted that both Wayne and Kenny gave Breanna a wide berth, as though afraid of her and he pondered what type of insanity was behind this. With his niece and his son’s loser friends, Bob assumed anything was possible, although even in the depths of his imagination Bob did not even come close to the truth. It was fortunate he did not, for if Bob knew about Kenny accidentally rupturing the condom he wore as he and Wayne engaged in anal sex with Breanna on Bob and Anna’s marital bed earlier in the week, he would surely have suffered a fatal stroke.

Bob placed a bottle of soft drink and the potato chips on the table. “Eat, and try not to say anything stupider than you two already do.”

“Thanks Mr. Wilson,” said Wayne, opening the chips.

“Yeah thanks,” said Kenny, as he stuffed a handful of chips into his mouth and ate with his mouth open.

“So Davo, do you put kangaroos and koalas on the barbeque in Australia?” Wayne asked, the young man thinking this was a great source of conversation, an opinion Bob did not share.

“Kangaroos yeah, but not koalas. Too tough and not enough meat,” joked Davo.

“They eat horses in France,” Kenny chipped in. “Do you eat horse meat in Australia?”

“Boys!” warned Anna.

“Only the ones that die at the racetrack,” laughed Davo, meeting the stupid question with sarcasm.

“There’s this really weird horse at a farm not far from here,” cut in Wayne. “It likes to mount cows.”

“Yeah, and the other morning it fucked another horse,” Kenny blurted out, he Wayne and Dylan all laughing, while Samantha put down her knife and fork and regarded Wayne and Kenny with distaste, losing her appetite at this conversation.

“Boys, that’s enough,” growled Bob.

“Actually, we saw the horse on our way into town this morning,” said Davo. “It was in the cow paddock, chasing the cows.”

“Yeah, it was pretty weird,” said Travis. “I think it has an identity problem.”

“Did it mount one?” asked Kenny.

“Okay, no more talk about horses and cows you two,” said Bob. “Is that clear?”

Kenny suddenly burst out laughing. “What’s funny?” Dylan asked his friend.

“I just realized that Davo’s surname is White and Travis’s surname is Black,” said Kenny, “that’s funny.”

“One of our mates in Melbourne has the surname Grey,” said Davo.

Kenny stopped laughing. “I don’t get it,” he said, a blank expression on his face, everyone else sighing at the young man’s stupidity.

During the rest of the lunch Kate, who was sitting opposite from Travis, could not help but notice the way Isabella shamelessly flirted with the young man, preening herself, talking often to him. Kate thought she would feel annoyed about it, yet felt indifferent, and the images of Brett filled her own imagination. She had looked forward to seeing Travis so much, yet so far it had been a big letdown.

Breanna sat next to Davo, her attitude deliberately cool. However as Davo was talking to John and Samantha about a high school camp where he and other students had cycled from Melbourne to the nearby city of Geelong, then rode out along Victoria’s famed Great Ocean Road and past the well-known Twelve Apostles rock formation on the coast to Port Campbell, he felt fingers on his leg, stroking his leg through his shorts.

Glancing under the table, he saw that Breanna’s hand was responsible. Maintaining her stony, hard expression Breanna moved her hand higher up, teasing Davo’s groin with her nimble fingers. As he continued to describe the Great Ocean Road, Davo felt himself getting harder and harder at Breanna’s touch and choked, going red in the face.

“Are you okay, Davo?” John asked, passing him a glass of water.

“Yeah,” spluttered Davo. “Just swallowed the wrong way, I think.”

Satisfied with her work, Breanna withdrew her hand and acted like nothing had happened, and the conversation turned to the Christian musical festival to be held that evening, which Kate and Dylan were attending. “Why don’t you come along too?” Kate asked Davo and Travis.

“Yeah sure,” said Davo, neither he nor Travis having ever having attended such an event, and unsure of what it entailed.

“Issy and me will go too,” said Breanna, raising her hand.

“Yeah, count us in,” said Isabella.

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