Nesgroups: alt.tasteless
From: an47917@anon.penet.fi (LewdLucy)
Date: Wed, 8 Jun 1994 23:46:16 UTC
Subject: Happy Hour (MF, scat, ws)

			    Happy Hour
			   by LewdLucy

	I couldn't believe it was all in me. Not that he was gigantic
or anything, it was just the idea of the fat cock being pushed all the
way up there. My eyes were no longer tearing now, I just stayed in
that one position, my ass stuck way up in the air, letting him have my
ass, as I drooled onto the bed sheet.

	It felt like I was emptying my bowels only they never emptied!
My anal ring stretched painfully, expecting whatever was causing the
discomfort to pass and allow it to close, but it wasn't allowed to
close.

	I looked back over my shoulder, Mark kneeling behind me,
waiting, having stretched me mercilessly, he waited. He was hard as a
rock, you know, the way they get when the mind fuck is as strong as
the physical. He was totally taken with my submissiveness. Far more
then he expected to be just hours before at the restaurant.

	I had been sitting at the bar, waiting for Kelly, a girl I
work with, when I started a conversation. It was an easy give and
take thing, no one coming on too strong or anything. When from out of
nowhere my little nasty streak popped into my brain. My little cunt
was drooling and I wasn't even aware of being horny yet!

	I got up from the bar stool and started for the ladies room,
stopped, walked back next to his stool and looked at him, locking
eyes, testing, searching, wondering if something lewd could come of
our meeting.

	I stood up on my tip toes, putting my lips right next to his
ear. "I'll be right back," I whispered with a grin, "I have to pee." I
lingered on the last word, slowly changing the word to "pissss" as I
whispered, keeping my mouth close to his ear.

	His eyes opened with the pleasant surprise of unexpected
flirtation. He turned the bar stool, facing away from the bar and
towards me, and I took the occasion to rub my cunt against his knee
lightly, but persistently, grinning as I did. Then, turned and walked
to the ladies room.

	That was only hours ago, now he was fucking me. Hard!
Holding the hair on the back of my head, pumping! I love that
swelling men do before they come (no matter what hole I have them in),
but I really feel it in my ass! Finally he pulled it out, followed by
a long slimy river of hot smelly come that dribbled down the insides
of my legs.

	"Turn around!" he ordered, half whispering. I turned, resting
on my knees, feeling the hot wet leavings from my asshole on the back
of my heels and on my ankles. The smell of my own rectum assailed me
before I got a good look at his now half hard cock.

	He wanted me to suck it. I'm not sure if it was the act or
the thought of it that really had him going, but he wanted it and was
trying to guess how far I would let him go with the fantasy.

	I locked my eyes on his, nodding my head yes, coaching him
slightly, silently acquiescing to his nasty unspoken desires. Looking
down at me, moving the very tip to my mouth, he stared, almost
hypnotized as my little tongue came out between my lips to meet the
nasty cock that had just come in my ass.

	I rubbed my tongue against his slimy hole, tasty the tangy
mixture of his come, and the slight metallic taste of my rectum. His
meat throbbed slightly, staring down at me, he pulled his foreskin
back; actually he didn't pull it back, he held it in place while
pushing his groin at my face.

	As his skin was pulled off the crown of that fat prick, my
head snapped away as an instant reaction to the fresh strong aroma
that was released by the newly uncovered area. Moving his cock to
point downward slightly I saw that behind the crown had formed a thick
build up of my own brown excrement, thick and hard, like it had been
packed on there in little clumps a little at a time.

	As he saw this, it weakened his resolve, and he started to
move away, embarrassed that it was there, embarrassed that I might not
know that he didn't know it was there.

	I moved very slowly and deliberately, keeping my face tilted
up slightly, holding his eyes with my own, my little embarrassed grin
on my lips, I first stopped him from moving any further by reaching my
hands behind his legs and holding him there at arms length. Then
grinning wickedly, I slowly pulled him ever so slightly so the spermy
tip of his cock was once again against my lips.

	He had pushed his foreskin up, covering up the nasty surprise
we had found there. I moved my hands from his legs to his hands,
taking them and putting them by his sides. Holding his hands there
with my own, as I took just the very tip of his cock into my mouth,
moving my tongue in rapid circles and moaning slightly, keeping my
eyes wide and on his.

	He just stared. Fascinated and excited. Watching almost
unbelieving as I sucked on his nasty flesh.

	I pushed my head further, forcing my mouth open as wide as I
could, then closing my lips on his foreskin, putting as much pressure
on him as I could without biting. I took my hands from his and
brought them both up to his cock, wrapping both small hands around
him, keeping my eyes on his, as I slowly pulled his foreskin back,
pushing my mouth forward at the same time, looking at him watching me.

	As the skin moved off, the smell was unbelievable. It was
hard to breath, I wasn't sure if I could do it. I wanted to. Really
wanted to. The thought of it, the thought of doing something so
nasty, just drove me. It was like a high. I put one hand between my
legs to rub my clit as I pushed my mouth as far forward as I could,
getting an instant shock at the surface of my tongue met the uncovered
coating of my own pasty muck. I gagged automatically, and squeezed my
hand tight, preventing Mark from pulling back, his natural reaction to
seeing my mouth reacting to the filth he was putting in it.

	"Mmmmmmmm" I moaned, looking up at him.

	I started fucking him with my mouth, fingering my slit,
bringing the wet lube back to my clit, rubbing it in little circles
while my mouth and nose where just battered with the nasty flavors and
smells. I couldn't quite bring myself to swallow the nasty broth the
was building in my mouth, which had the effect of turning this into a
very sloppy mess. Mark kept staring, mesmerized by the brown gooey
mess that was forming around his cock as he fucked my mouth back
and forth.

	Every so often, as he inhaled the smells coming up to his nose
from my lewd ministrations, he would throb. The nasty covering was
starting to thin out. I was jacking his foreskin back and forth,
loving the set smacking sounds and the way the friction and movement
made the smell stronger. I was really getting into it now.
Sucking... Hmmmmm Suck Suck Suck... Ahhhhh... So wet. So
nasty... I started sucking him while keeping my mouth open half the
time, getting my hand and his balls and pubes really messy. Mmmmmm
Suck... Suck Suck. I had no trouble swallowing now. I was doing
it loudly and constantly. Suck... Swallow. Gag. Jerking him back
and forth. Sucking. Rocking my little cunt back and forth on three
fingers now. Hmmmm. So good. Mark was swelling slightly.
Hard! Fuck... his cock was so hard. I squeezed him as hard as I
could, my hand wet and slippery with my smelly spit. I pulled my head
back just out of reach of the tip of his cock...

	He never stopped staring. I loved that! I loved the idea of
him seeing my mouth, opened, coated with the nastiness of what I just
did. Look at me I thought, as I jerked on that fat cock... Watch me.
Smack! His first dollop of acrid sperm landed on my tongue like warm
nasty pudding. Smack - Smack Smack! the other shots came in
succession, ropey and slimy, some hanging out of my mouth, drooling
down my chin.

	"Fuck!" he said.

	I smiled, then made exaggerated motions with my tongue as I
snaked it out as far as I could to lick all around my nasty lips. They
really were soiled, as were my cheeks and chin. Just a brown tinge,
but, overwhelming in odor. I couldn't stop inhaling deeply, savoring
it.

	I put my head forward, taking his now rubbery little stub back
in my mouth, sucking the last of the cold sperm out of it. Holding his
balls, massaging them between my finger tips and my thumb.

	"You're not going to piss on me are you?" I asked up at him,
mockingly, in my little sub voice, still licking at him.

	"Please don't piss on me Mark."

	"Please don't piss in my mouth."

	"Please. That would be so nasty!" I whispered, constantly
taking licks at his now soft cock, pushing as much of my tongue out as
I could, laving him, licking the last of the soiled juices from his
crotch.

	"You're gonna aren't you!" I whispered urgently.

	"Oh no... I know it."

	"You're gonna piss on me"

	"Ohh... please don't."

	And then I glued my mouth to him, holding all of his flaccid
cock in my mouth. Waiting. Closing my eyes for the first time.

	I could feel him. His muscles trying to do what his mind
wanted but wasn't sure how to control. I took my mouth away for just
a second. Looking up at him dreamily, "Just let it out Mark" I pursed
my lips out to him, in the widest open mouth oval I could form.
Wagging my tongue at him nastily.

	As much as I wanted it, I still pulled away slightly when the
flow started. It's always a surprise. The heat the bitterness, the
smell, the metal like taste on the back of the tongue. I pushed my
mouth forward, taking in all of his cock, letting him fill my mouth
like a fountain, then letting it just flow out down my chin as
naturally as you please, soaking my tits, running down my legs,
pooling under me.

	"Ahhhhhh," I moaned, "So nice!