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Scat and pee fetish material ahead! Ye have been warned!
This is a stand alone story, but one that I would argue both greatly enhances and is greatly enhanced by the additional context of my 1st and 3rd submissions read in any order as well as planned likely future posts. All characters in this story are 21+. Thank you, and enjoy.
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“I’m cumming again… I’m cumming!”
“Fuuuuck, I need to cum. I’m gonna cum so fuckin’ hard for you.”
“Shoot your huge load all over me baby…”
I pull out and sit up onto my knees while rapidly pumping back and forth across the ridge of the fat mushroom head with my thumb, ring, and middle fingers before I can’t hold it back any longer and shoot a huge thick creamy load. The first few of 7 or 8 ropes went over Mia’s head onto the pillow.
Some from the resulting pool on Mia’s chest, and overflowing her belly button, dribbled off her sides and onto the bed. However, it was laughably outmatched by the near body sized, roughly oval shaped dark wet spot on the fitted sheet from her number of squirting orgasms.
We were cutting our flight pretty close, but we were able to take a quick steamy shower and pee on each other in the process. I guess it makes sense due to the intense muscle contractions and spasms, but something about cumming always makes me have to take a pleasurable piss after. She soaped up my butt with Old Spice Swagger body wash, and I soaped up hers with some foofy shea butter nonsense. It’s interesting to note that after intense orgasms and in the shower, both of our asshole’s relax open and are easily penetrated with sensual digits from kneading hands moving over the crack and sexy soapy contours. We threw on our already set out clothes and wheeled our pre-packed suitcases to the car before heading off for the airport.
While we were nearing the end of our vacation, Mia’s younger sister, Tia, texts her that they are going to be visiting a friend who lives near our area and was wondering if she and Dom could crash at our place. Mia asks me if that would be okay. I say sure.
Mia responds to her younger sister via text, “Help yourself to any food or drinks you want, no smoking in the house, and the bed is dirty. There are brand new king sheets still in the packaging on a shelf to the far left of the master closet.”
We had moved in awhile ago, but still hadn’t set up a guest bed yet.
“The code to the garage is 5555.”
“Thanks sissy and Matthew! Don’t worry, we won’t smoke in the house!”
Upon viewing surveillance camera footage later, Tia, Dom, and their irrelevant to any stories friend arrive at our house. Tia, a 4’11” twenty something year old Asian, has gained a few pounds off and on over the years I have known her. At this point in time she was probably about the heaviest I have bursa escort seen her, and I would guess she had even surpassed her 1 inch taller older sister. She only talks about her weight when she is near or under 100, but I would guess she was in the vicinity of 115 pounds.
That didn’t do a damn thing to lessen my lust though, as I watched her squeezing out of her tight, thigh hugging, sexy, sea green romper at the front door. Tia desperately danced and held her crotch with her right hand as she texted with her left. Her incredible cleavage was unreal as well from that angle from the high vantage point.
Mia receives a text from Tia as we walk into our suite. I also just wanted to take this time to inform you that I will almost always alter the texts unless a mistake or typo is relevant for some reason. “Hey sissy! We got into the garage, but the door into the house is locked and I have to pee really bad!”
Tia lucked out that the pool area was temporarily closed due to lightning and Mia was able to respond.
Mia says to me, “Hey babe, Tia says the door into the house is locked.”
“Oh crap, I forgot that I locked that too. It’s okay, there’s a spare key…” Mia texted Tia back the location of the spare key.
Tia can be seen on camera dancing in desperation at the front door and squeezing her legs together when Dom opens it from the inside. Tia somewhat calmly pushes through and can be heard saying, “I gotta peeee sooo bad!” in her ditzy voice as the door closes behind her.
About 5 minutes or so had gone by in between before Mia receives a follow up text from Tia.
“Thanks sissy, we found it just in time! I was about to pee my pants lol.”
Mia responds, “Why didn’t you just go in the yard? lol.”
“Uh, I’m wearing a romper and I had to poop too.”
This text had an attachment, and upon opening, it was a picture of a smooth, light brown, 5 inch circumference, 9 inch long log with a subtle airy texture and sparse cracks, floating in Tia’s piss in our guest bathroom toilet.
Mia took this opportunity to reciprocate and sent Tia a picture of a fat, knobby and hard 10 inch dark brown log she had unloaded on the suite balcony a few days earlier. Accompanied with the picture was the message, “I think mine is bigger! I dumped this puppy a few days ago. I had to poop so bad!”
“Wow, that’s a thick turd sissy!”
A text a few minutes later read, “Why did you go on the balcony? lol.”
Mia responds with a lie, “Matthew locked the bathroom door while he was taking a shower.”
The text messages became less frequent and uninteresting for awhile after that point.
Thankfully, the three amigos really didn’t smoke in the house, but they did bring their own beer to drink. I’m not çanakkale escort a beer guy myself, but I will indulge with various hard liquors on occasion.
A late text came for Mia, “Your hot tub isn’t filled with water?”
“Matthew was doing maintenance and since we were leaving he just decided to leave it drained.”
“How long does it take to heat?”
“Matthew says probably like 5 or 6 hours to fill and heat.”
“Dang, too late now.”
When it got really late, their friend could be seen on camera leaving the house.
Tia and Dom head to the master bedroom and see that the bed was not made. “Dang it, I forgot they said the bed was dirty. Now I’m too lazy to change it.”
Our sheets are kind of a thick, fuzzy, almost t-shirt like material which we discovered doesn’t stain like the normal sheets we would always have to throw out eventually. Fleece perhaps? I’m not sure, we just bought two sets and the packaging is long gone now. However, I’m sure that day if one put their nose in the middle of my side of the bed it would smell strongly of female ejaculate.
Tia went to the laundry room and came across some Febreze. “Here, the commercials say this washes it.” Tia informs Dom as she squeezes out a few spritzes.
Dom was too tired to really care at this point. They climb into our bed and Dom gets a faint whiff of something a little off that he’s never smelled before, but he quickly goes noseblind to it.
They lay on their backs for a few minutes before Tia breaks the silence, “Hey, don’t you think it would be hot to… you know…”
Dom says, “Eww… I don’t know…”
Tia says, “Yeah, it will be fun! We can pretend that we are them.”
Dom just stays on his back as Tia completely disrobes before going for Dom’s boxers. She gets out the shriveled, floppy weiner and engulfs the whole thing with her small hand. As she works it expertly with her hands and mouth she is able to coax it to it’s full stiff 5 inch length. Tia gets on cowgirl and begins gyrating her hips.
After a few minutes of riding, Tia starts increasing the volume. Her moans become more and more drawn out until she breathlessly says outloud, “I’m gonna cum… make me cum all over Matthew!” Tia moans aloud again, “Oh Matthew!” as she manages to squirt a little bit for the very first time with penetrative sex.
Dom, grossed out by the whole thing, pushes her off and doesn’t even cum as Tia is left gasping for air as electrical shocks course through her body.
I don’t want to get into too much detail, but I’ll try to take a stab at perhaps explaining why Tia and Dom are still together as of this day this was published. For one, I think they both need each other and are the only people who can stand one another’s rize escort personalities for more than a few days at a time. Dom is also pretty well built and Tia has mentioned on a few occasions before that Dom kind of looks like a shorter Thor and that I kind of look like a taller Captain America. I don’t personally think the resemblance is that close, nor that Chris Evans quite lives up to my standard (I kid), but I take it as a compliment.
Tia slept completely nude on my side of the bed in her sister’s and my dried cum. In the morning, Tia was on her side with her delicious looking, heart shaped ass cheeks sticking out of the blankets and woke herself up with a series of deep loud farts as Dom slept in.
She slipped out of bed and went into our en suite. There was a hiss and a whistle as she noisily pissed into the toilet before a sigh escaped her that was accompanied by a singular loud plop.
It was a rather ordinary 6 inch long turd. Tia considers not flushing, but it’s not particularly big or interesting.
“Besides,” she thinks to herself, “What if it grosses Matthew out too?” Tia wipes her nice plump booty and flushes before coming back into the bedroom and she can’t help her curiosity…
Tia looks in my nightstand. In the top drawer she finds whatever book I was reading at the time and a 9mm handgun under a washcloth. The sight of it causes her nether regions to tingle. Dom would never have anything to do with a gun, let alone have one in the house…
She pulls out the bottom drawer, and sitting on the top of some random odds and ends is her pink xs g-string…
We arrived home to the smell of beer cans in our recycling bin. I make my way to the bedroom, and I see that the bed is made but smells faintly of Febreze. It still has the dirty bedding, and the brand new clean set is still impossibly folded under the factory seal in the closet.
I get a text, it’s from Tia. “Thanks for letting us stay the night! Hope we didn’t intrude by cleaning up around the house. We wanted to make an easy come home for you guys!”
I sent back, “Yeah, no problem. Had we known we would have cleaned for you guys and had the hot tub set up.”
“Oh no worries at all! We just appreciate you guys letting us stay last minute and happy there was a spare key. 🙂 thanks again!!”
“Oh yeah do you know where the spare key is? I didn’t see it.”
“I think Dom put it on the counter by the garage door when we left.”
“There was also brand new sheets still in the case on the left side of the master closet. Did you wash the one’s on the bed the first night?”
The previously rapid back and forth chain of texts suspiciously paused for a few minutes at that question.
“Yes we washed them before we used them and after we used them 🙂 thanks!!”
I just left it at that in order to not raise too much suspicion, but I thought to myself, “Bullshit.”
At some later date our security cameras came up in conversation and Tia asks, “You guys dont have cameras inside the house or in your room right?”
“No… of course not.” Mia and I say almost in unison as we just smile at each other…
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