Hard-Shit Sisters

By suzie sleaze

     Eireen looked across the beer-spilled bar at her twin

sister, thinking again just how alike the twins were and how

sluttish they both liked to look and dress.

     Sukie's bleached-blonde, shoulder length hair was sluttily

frizzed like her own and framed classic - 'I-take-cock-in-the-

mouth' - features.

     Their bodies were alike too. Right now most of Sukie's (like

her own), was on show.

     Tits bulged beneath a whisper-thin, low-cleaved, lycra boob-

top, the strained, glo-white fabric almost unable to contain the

tanned, thrusting objects of a thousand men's desire. 

     The hip-slung, shiny-black PVC mini skirt barely covered

Sukie's ass and crotch. Eireen smiled inwardly as Sukie turned

and reached to a high bar shelf to retrieve a bottle of Al's

favourite beer. Sukie kept Al's beer on that high shelf so that

whenever he asked for it - and she had his attention - she could

flash her body at him.

     Now, as she reached, she showed off the perfect, high-jutty

ass she was so proud of, quivering beneath sheer pantyhose. Her

thighs, a little muscular, rose from black-shiny, leather knee-

boots.

     Eireen smiled - four black-oil fingermarks decorated her

sister's ass - evidence of an earlier grope, one obviously

delivered by Sukie's favourite type of man - the oily, dirty,

smelly, mechanic-type man - the hard-fucking, woman-using stud.

     The pantyhose were the sheerest and glossiest Eireen had

ever seen and she made a mental note to find out from which of

Sukie's stock of fetish-wear catalogues they had been obtained.

     Sukie glanced over her shoulder and giggled at the hungry

stares directed at her ass.

     'What are you two horny fuckers staring at?' she quipped.

'Never seen a girl's ass before?'

     Al squeezed the bulging crotch of his too-tight, worn-thin

501's gently, meditatively eating what Sukie wanted him to

meditatively eat. The last time he'd seen that prize piece of

ass-flesh it had been encased in sheer pantyhose (as now), but

on that occasion it had been poised six inches above his face as

he lay immobile, tethered to a table in the punishment basement

of the bar...

     Eireen had crouched over him, pissed on his cock and shit

on his belly, then rode - used - his cock to a screaming, drunken

orgasm.  

     And while she did it, Sukie had knelt astride his head,

squeezed two days' shit into her pantyhose - groaning, farting

and frigging herself - then squashed her shit-full pantyhose on

his face, rubbing the stinking packet of shit on his mouth, while

pissing and frigging herself through the crotch of her pantyhose.

     While other, equally debauched friends stood around the

trio, holding tired cocks, pissing over the trio, and on each

other. Then shitting over them, and wiping their foulness over

them and each other.

     One man had turned, pulled ugly, fat asscheeks apart, backed

to Sukie's face, laughing to his friends. With wolfish grin, hand

frigging herself madly, Sukie lovingly accepted the six-inch turd

into her mouth - a turd freshly, carefully delivered, from the

filthy ass of a drunken janitor.

     After letting the thick roll of shit hang from her lips in

true Veronika Moser style, she had bitten it, caught it in fall,

then painted her tits and belly with the turd-crayon before

squashing the rest into her crotch...

     She came off, wailing like a dying banshee, chewing a

mouthful of shit, frigging wildly at a cunt stuffed with shit...

     Then - with the final, disgusting act performed - the orgy

collapsed in a heap of drunken, stinking, slimy exhaustion.

     'Last time...' Al said, pausing to check that all customers

had left... (apart from a smart drunken dude propped on the far

end of the bar, the place was empty and the dude wasn't in any

condition to be eavesdropping)...

     'Last time...' Al continued ... 'last time I saw that sexy

pantyhosed ass it was bursting with shit and you squashed the

full stinking packet on my mouth, remember? Then, as I recall,

melted the shit with piss from your stinking cumfull cunt, so it

dripped into my mouth?'

     'Mmmm I remember honey, jus' keep talking dirty like that,'

Sukie crooned, raising the hem of the tiny miniskirt, gently

pushing the neck of a beer bottle into her silky-covered cunt.

     'Course I remember .... shitting myself was just what I

needed for the finale - the last cum of the night.'

     'd'you remember eating shit at the same time?' asked Al, his

breathing quickening.

     'Sure do honeycock, that janitor guy had had garlic for

supper - I NEVER CAN forget garlic shit. It's QUAINT!'

     Yes, thought Eireen, her hand straying unconciously to her

own crotch, cut by the crotch of gleaming-black, PVC shorts. Yes,

Sukie, you and me are peas from the same pod alright. Idly she

dreamed of the girls' childhood...

     Childhood ... the tender age of nine. Two tom-boys found

that they'd inherited an unnatural greed for sex and

exhibitionismand - the 'secret games' had started.

     'Rudey Queens' - stripping and dancing for each other,

pretending a hoard of 'royal subjects' were being made to watch

their sexual gyrations.

     (Sorry folks ... no apology for including this childhood

bit, and the following bit - TRUTH is relayed here - except for

me there was no sister, or brother to play with. Boo-hoo!! I DO

HOWEVER WARN THAT ON NO ACCOUNT SHOULD ANYONE THINK A GIRL/BOY

OF THIS AGE WOULD BE SEXUALLY AWARE. I WAS ALWAYS ONE-OFF WHEN

IT COMES TO THE 'NORM' - as I expect you were? !!!)

     By age eleven the games had progressed. It had progressed

to their lighted bedroom. And it was played to an audience - not

now of imaginery 'royal subjects'. Now it was played to the dozen

or so perverts who gathered outside their window each night - and

why wouldn't they? The girls' game was played at nine pm prompt -

 to a captive audience!

     Sukie and Eireen - the girls who loved to show their panties

to the boys behind the bushes in the schoolyard - remember those?

     Later still, behind the same bushes, having budding titties

fondled - pinched and groped more like - by the same, and more

boys.

     Later, plucking up courage they groped boy-stalks through

school uniform pants...

     Later still they plucked up the courage to unzip those

uniform pants...

     But, perhaps because the girls were so voracious, they had

scared off their male counterparts and it had been two dirty-

smelly fairground workers who had finally fucked the up-and-

coming sluts for their first time ... surprisingly, at the legal

age of (a not-so-sweet!) sixteen.

     Tarted-up, wearing the tiniest and tightest of denim cut-

off's that had progressively had more and more cut off and frayed

until there was just a strip left at the crotch (that feels

fucking fantastic by the way - feeling just the barest, fraydest

strip cutting into and only-just hiding your bare cunt from men!,

they had wooed the horny youths, almost dragging them by the

crotch of their tight, faded, worn-out, oily Levi's behind the

nearby cover of the hot-dog caravan.

     There, they had their first taste of cock.

     Eireen, pushed to her knees by her boy, found it oh-so

natural to unzip the thing (previously of a thousand fantasies)

from its dirty prison.

     Seeing Eireen, Sukie had copied, unzipping her boy too.

     Briefly, the two had glanced at each other, then turned

their heads and put the unwashed, smelly cocks of the gipsy

fairground workers into their mouths.

     Neither boy had any chance of holding back, not with the

avid, candle-practised sucking their cocks were getting.Hidden

by the hot-dog caravan they leaned back against it and looked

down as the two sluts licked, sucked and slurped the filth from

their cocks - and sucked and licked for more...

     And even as they did it, both girls had pulled down their

T-shirts and given their tits for the boys to grope as they

suckled and slurped cock for that first - wonderful - time.

     Soon, very soon, the taste of fresh spunk wiped out the

taste of old cock, and two horny young cunts were being expanded

by more than the customary hair brush handle (the toilet brush

handle was actually the best!).

     With asses bouncing off the grass to meet the up-thrusting,

cum-lust-charged cocks fucking mercilessly at their young cunts,

the two cock-happy sluts had won themselves the prize of a

savage, cunt-raping fuck.

     And afterwards, in their bedroom, they shared...

     Kissing tenderly, mouthing whispered obsceneties to each

other about how much they'd loved the taste of the dirty cocks,

and how good it felt to finally DO IT, they shared how they had

felt, finally feeling a real cock fuck their starved-horny cunts.

     And that night they had shared the discharges of those

cunts, as any 'normal' sisters might have shared the filings in

a sandwich...

     Sharing - eating and using the slime from each others cunts.

     First, Eireen knelt and sucked Sukie out. She didn't

swallow.

     She stood, slowly drooling the mess from her mouth onto her

heaving tits. Watching herself in the mirror, and watching Sukie

watching her do it.

     Sukie - instinctively - lovingly - pressed her face into her

sisters tits, licking, feeling and loving the mess.

     They enjoyed the feel of the stuff on their lips, licking

each others faces, tits ... licking the sex-dirt from each others

bodies.

     And before sleep overtook their weariness they lay in

sixtynine - and fucked each other, first with the hairbrush

handles, then with the bristle-end of their slimline favourites

until their cunts stung and ached ... before drifting off to

sleep with the smell of dirty cock still lingering on their

faces. A happy sleep - happy as pigs in shit...

     Which was, Eireen thought, just about what they had become -

 pigs in shit - sexpigs in shit.

     Both of them were Sows, wallowing in every sort of

perversion and degradation dreampt up by the warped minds of

their chosen-for-the-purpose men friends.

     While Sukie remained unmarried, keeping the bar and fucking

any guy(s) she cared to fuck, Eireen had married Al, a beer-

swilling, smelly hunk of a man as perverted as she.

     'Coming home with us tonight Sukie?' Al asked, unzipping his

jeans and casually stroking his cock. 'I wanna get my own back

on you for last time. This time it's gonna be ME that shits on

your face, but first I'll take a long beer piss up that pretty

asshole of yours. I love the way your belly swells when you're

full of it.'

     Percival Feeney wasn't as drunk as he looked. Or rather the

open display of lewdness had caused a rapid revival of his

senses.

     Right now, Percival enjoyed what he saw, and was trying not

to look as though he was looking at what he saw.

     The bar-tart had a beer bottle up her skirt and what the

neck of that bottle was doing up there was plainly obvious. It

didn't have to travel 'up' the skirt either - Percival had been

glimsping sheer-pantyhosed ass and cunt all evening, the mini-

skirt was so short.

     And her tits were so superb - right now heaving more than

they'd been heaving earlier when he'd watched them get groped by

nearly every man in that stinking dive...

     He suspected that she hadn't just been groped either ...

three times she'd taken men to the little back door and come back

more dishevveled, more slutty, than when she'd gone in, and the

men had been grinning lewdly at their companions...

     The other tart - obviously the bar-girl's twin sister -

seemed just as much a horny bitch. But he'd have to be careful

with staring at her, the guy they called 'Al' looked a real nasty

piece of work.

     He risked a glance - a glance that became a stare as

Percival realised what the other girl - 'Eireen' - was doing to

herself...

     She'd leant against the bar, tits thrown casually on its

top, uncaring that spilled beer was soaking into her white, filmy

T-shirt, making the bouncy tit-flesh clearly visible throough the

fabric. The teats of those proud tits stood through -  like

plant-bulbs through a snow-covered earth...

     His gaze dropped to her lower half. She wore black, super-

shiny, PVC hipster shorts over sheer pantyhose - shorts so brief

that the cheeks of her ass peeked beneath; so tight they dipped

the crack of that beautiful ass. Hipster too, slung low on

flaring hip where an evil-looking spiked leather belt was loosely

slung, displaying a certain sado - threatening - femininity.

     But it was what she DID that transfixed Percival! As she

leant forward on the bar, she pressed her crotch against the

sharp wooden corner of a bar stool.

     That shiny-black, perfect, PVC-shorted ass moved, in a

gently-prodding, circular-fucking motion as she worked the corner

of the bar stool against her cunt...

THE HORNY BITCH WAS JERKING HERSELF OFF - ON THE CORNER OF A DAMN

BAR STOOL!

     AND, her beefy guy - HE COULDN'T BE! - he WAS!

     A thick slug of an ugly, uncut cock hung out of his 501's -

 his fist was around it and he was slowly jacking the monster!

As Percival watched, a drip of shiny juice swung in an arc and

dropped to the floor. Percival instinctively licked his lips.

He'd had dreams made of cocks like that. Dreams he tried to

forget...

     He shifted slightly, swayed a little - proving he was just

a wasted drunk - and peered at the threesome.

     'Coming home with you?' Sukie repeated, reaching her hand

over the bar to grope her sisters tits through the wet T-shirt.

''Fraid not lover, you'll have to get your own back on me some

other time - I got a sixer cummin' over, after they've had a

bellyful of beer. Six ball-players, and cunt-starved randy

fuckers at that.'

     'Ooohh Al! SIX BALL PLAYERS! Maybe WE should stay,' Eireen

crooned, stroking her hand over the head of her husband's exposed

cock. 'Six ball players better than your idea of picking up an

old drifter and having him fuck me?'

     'We stick with a drifter,' the sound of Al's gruff, gravelly

voice accompanied the sound of a hard slap delivered to the PVC'd

ass of his wife.

     She never flinched, though her cunt banged hard into the

corner of the bar stool.

     'Oooh lover, that was niiccce! Fuckin' hit me again,' she

crooned, holding herself with the corner of the stool firmly

against her cunt. She sniffed the palm of the her hand wet from

her lover's cockhead, then wiped it over her mouth...

     'Your cock smells fucken gorgeous lover. Cheese, and old

cunt there too.'

     Al ignored the comment...

     'I need to take a piss before we go,' he said slowly,

staring into Sukie's eyes.

     'Good idea, Al!' she said brighty. 'The mensroom! Follow

me!'

     Percival Feeney had no idea what he was letting himself in

for. All he knew was that he had to find out what the trio were

up to. He followed to the door of the mensroom, cautiously pushed

it open and peered around.

     A rank smell of old piss assailed his senses as he peered

around the door. But WHAT he saw assailed his perverted senses

and instinctively his hand strayed to the crotch of his expensive

slacks to squeeze at the throbbing hard-on that the behaviour at

the bar had caused.

     The bar-tart, Sukie, had whipped off the skirt and top, and

now wore just the sheer pantyhose and black knee-boots. As he

watched, the girl dropped onto hands and knees in the middle of

the dirt-streaked, white tiled floor.

     She looked back over her shoulder at Al and Eireen who stood

to one side of her.

     Al's uncut cock hung from the fly of his filthy 501's,

looking as filthy as the jeans and as ugly and massive as any

cock from any porn film in Percival's (considerable) collection.

     He licked his lips, thinking that he was going to enjoy

whatever the trio were going to get up to.

     Sukie looked round and up at Al. She was panting gently and

now supporting herself on knees and one arm only - she had raised

the other arm, and the hand was doing something Percival couldn't

quite see at her crotch.

     'Mouth too, Al-Boy boy. Piss in Sukie's mouth - I wanna

taste,' she said, opening her mouth wide and raising her face to

him.

     Al didn't move from her side, simply aimed his cock at the

girl's head and pissed into her face. The head moved, her tongue

licking wildly at the hard-forced jet. Briefly, her mouth found

it and the two stayed locked for a moment, before Al turned

slightly, pissing down her back and over her ass.

     Sukie groaned and dropped flat on the floor, both hands

underneath her body, clawing her crotch. As the piss rained onto

her, soaking her jerking, sheer-pantyhosed ass, thighs and boots

she writhed on the tiles, bouncing her cunt onto her hands,

sliding her body on the cold, wet, filthy floor. Her mouth opened

- Percival watched aghast as she licked piss from the filthy

floor tiles.

     As the stream ceased, a wail of animalistic orgasm started,

echoing around the fully-tiled room. The girl flipped over onto

her back, her right hand thrashing at her pantihosed cunt, her

left repeatedly yanking on the waistband of the pantyhose, sawing

its crotch up and down into the fleshy folds of a cunt that was

clearly seen, squashed - mutilated by the sheer, wet pantyhose.

     Until that moment Percival had thought porn flicks were

druggie chicks doing what they were told to do to earn their next

fix. But what he was witnessing here were two women and a man

engaged in filthy sex, feeding common perversions - quite clearly

the man was getting off on pissing on the girl - and more so the

girl was getting off on being pissed on by a man. And all in a

filthy-stinking mensroom!

     Percival resisted the temptation to cum in his pants and

eased up on the hand-movement, watching closely, panting quietly.

     Sukie lay on the floor for a moment, gasping for breath,

heaving with exertion, her face, tits and belly streaked with wet

and dirt. Then she got shakily to her feet...

     'I need another of those - I want another fucking cum like

that,' she said quietly, sliding a hand into her pantyhose and

hooking two fingers into her cunt as she backed to the urinal,

staring at Al and Eireen. Pressing her ass against the stained,

dirty-white piss-wall she shifted her thighs apart, staring

insanely into the faces of her abusers.

     She stared first at Al's cock, then her gaze dropped, rested

on the heavy, dirty, black workboots he wore...

     'Kick my fucken cunt Al. Hard. I want your boot up there,

to make me nice and throbby for when those bastards turn up to

fuck me.'

     Eireen stared at her sister and wondered just where the

incessant sexual greed would end. Before even meeting the cruel

men with whom they now associated, the two sisters had engaged

in all manner of perverted acts to slake their unending desires,

after ordinary fucking failed to satisfy.

     Even now, as the excited girl stood in a urinal, begging to

be abused, wearing piss-soaked pantyhose and boots, Eireen could

see the scars on the girl's nipples where she herself had speared

them with thick diaper pins at her sister's request ... years

before...

     Sukie had lain on her bed, watching quietly as Eireen bent

over her. Both girls had been naked, both freshly fucked by two

married men picked up in a bar ... both girl's high on the kick

of sex, but needing more of that drug of sex.

     At first Eireen had been reluctant, then, realising just how

much her sister wanted her to do it, she'd complied.

     Three of Sukie's bunched fingers had thrust in Eireen's

spunky cunt as Eireen had bent over her sister, quivering and

shaking at the sexual pleasure of the gross act.

     The tit had been firm, Eireen remembered so well, the teat

an engorged rubbery bud. She had pinched it, pulled it, slapped

it. Then stuck the needle into the side of it.

     Sukie's hands had shot to her own cunt then, and with her

head raised off the bed, she watched her sister falter, afraid

to carry on with the cruel act...

     'Fucking do it Eireen,' she'd panted. 'Stick my fucking

teats with that thing...'

     She'd screamed when the pin burst the teat, when the blood

flowed and when she felt the metal spike pushing through that

place of normal pleasure.

     She'd gone wild over the blood, wailed and writhed as she

spread it over her mutilated tit, as Eireen took the splitting

dildo and rudely fucked her blood-sex crazed sister's cunt to

wracking, bucking, writhing orgasm...

     And now she watched as Sukie waited for Al to kick her in

the cunt. Cunt-kicking was a favourite - it left a dull, aching

pain - one which made even ordinary fucking a joy. And Al loved

to kick cunt - Al was that type.

     'Go on Al,' Eireen heard herself say. 'What you waitin' for.

Kick the fuckin' tart's cunt so she can cum off!'

     Percival's world stopped for an instant, then Al's black-

booted foot swung upward, smacking dully into the cunt, engorged

and pushing against the wet, sheer pantyhose.    

     A dull thudding sound as steel-backed leather thudded into

the girl's soft cunt. Her body jerked upward, her face twisting

in pain, then changing to one of deviant pleasure as her warped

mind converted that pain to deviant pleasure.

     Eireen's cunt burned for the wanting of that feeling. Her

tits ached to be abused...

     Then, with the same expression on her face, looking down her

dirt-streaked body, she cupped her hands under her cunt ... and

pissed into the cup.

     Yellow piss bulged briefly in the crotch of the pantyhose,

then burst through, into her hands, overflowing, splashing and

soaking down her thighs.

     'Fucken Manshit,' she growled, her hands swiping upwards,

washing her piss back up, over her belly and tits. 'Fucken

Manshit. My piss stinks like the devil tonight.'

     She wiped her hands over her face and smoothed her hair

back.

     The girl's dirty, piss-wet body heaved and glistened in the

dim light...

     'Fuck me Al, please?,' she panted, staring at the cock,

angled upwards from his open jeans' fly.

     Al shook his head and slowly, carefully put his cock away.

     'Bastard! Fuckin' lousy man-bastard!' she spat. 'Fuckin' cut

my hose then, I wanna frig without loosing the feel of the wet.'

     Al took the knife from his jeans belt. With the six-inch,

gleaming blade in his hand he stood in front of Sukie, and

pressed the sharp steel into her crotch, resulting in a sharp

intake of breath from the girl. He held the blade steady,

breathing into her lust-crazed face, increasing pressure, pushing

the blade against the resistance of the pantyhose.

     Silence, but for the hissing of Sukie's breath through

clenched teeth as the blade peirced the sheer fabric, and slid

into her cunt.

     Percival's hardon had gone. Deflated, fearing that he was

about to witness the girl being mutilated. His blood ran cold and

he slumped slightly against the door, creaking it open a little

more...

     'What the fuck!' Al shouted, turning angrily towards

Percival, the blade flashing in his hand. 'What the fuck are you

doing in here!'

     'I ... I ... needed a piss ... I...'

     'Fuckin' bastard's spoiled my cum,' Sukie whined, sliding

down the urinal, her ass splashing into the overflowing, stinking

trough. She turned her head, lifted her knees, and rudely shoved

three bunched fingers up her cunt, through the torn pantyhose,

the hand becoming almost a blur as she fucked herself with her

hand, trying to cum before the interruption brought her down from

the sexual plateau.

     Al held the knife to Percival's throat. 'Need a piss do you,

you JERK?. Well, that bitch over there gets off on getting pissed

on. Need to take a piss? Piss on her!'

     'I don't want no puff-man's piss,' Sukie wailed. 'Eireen,

you do it on me, please?'

     But Eireen liked Al's idea better, especially now that she

knew Sukie didn't. Smiling, she pushed Percival towards her

sister. Deftly unzipping his pants, she reached inside and fished

out his cock.

     'Come on you toffee-nosed jerk,' she said, pointing the

half-hard down at Sukie and shaking it. 'Piss on her. Take no

notice of the snivelling tart, she wants it.'

      Percival knew he should be feeling revulsion at the act he

had been spying on, and had now become a part of...

     He - a succesfull lawyer - in the mensroom of a back street

dive? And here in front of him, with her ass in a piss-trough,

a girl stared up at him, with eyes plainly pleading him to piss

on her - so she could have another digusting orgasm?

     But Percival didn't feel revulsion - in fact his cock,

resting in the warm hand of the slut, began to harden...

     So he pissed on the girl with Eireen doing the aiming, and

he watched the girl's mouth chase the hosing jet of his piss,

while her right hand rhythmically stabbed into her bushy-black

haired cunt through the ripped pantyhose.

     Piss splashed into her face, flowed down her tits to her

crotch ... and from that crotch arose the most disgustingly-

erotic sounds that confounded Percival's confused senses.

     And, even over the rank smells of new piss and old, Percival

smelled cunt.

     Instinctively he thrust, pushing his cock into her face.

     And instinctively her mouth opened and Percy found himself

getting his cock sucked.

     Sukie had it in her hands now, first skinning the uncut knob

and wiped the pent-up cock-drool over her lips.

     'Luvelly horny cock,' she said, half smiling. 'Luvelly,

horny and smelly. You've been watching us haven't you?'

     Percival swallowed hard, and nodded in assent. The girl took

his cock into her mouth and sucked greedily, her tongue swiping

and swathing the head, searching out the creases in the

underside.

     'I like dirty cocks best,' she said between sucks.

     'Specially the cheesey-dirty ones.'

     She slid her body up the porcelained wall and holding his

head, kissed him on the mouth, her hand sliding over his cock,

then reaching inside his pants to feel his balls.

     'Like my piss-breath, fancy-man?' she breathed - staring

into his eyes.

     Percival was bewitched. By those eyes. By that feeling.

Mesmerised by this dirty, dishevilled little slut.

     He never once thought about the mess she was making, sliding

her wet body over his suit like that. His hands slipped around

her, down her wet back, and slid over the tightness of that

gorgeous pantyhosed ass. He pulled her to him, crushing his now

full-hard cock against her wet belly. She squirmed against him,

kissing deeply. Her breath was rank with the smell of piss and

the more acrid smells of old piss arose from her heated body.

     'Lie down,' she panted, pushing him away. 'On the floor. My

cunt needs cock.' She didn't wait for a reply, didn't have to

because Al had him by the shoulders, pushing him down onto the

tiled floor.

     Once Percival was there, Al pushed Sukie down onto him. 'If

you're going to fuck the bastard, use him first - make him lick

your cunt out,' he growled, bending over to savagely squeeze

Percival's balls.

     'Yea!' cried Eireen excitedly. 'See if our pervert voyeur

likes cunt in close-up! See if he likes a pissed-up, slimy-wet,

spunked-up twat wiped on that fresh-faced, expensive-looking

complexion.'

     Sukie did as asked.

     And clearly loved doing it.

     She squatted over his face, lowered dripping fork to pink

flesh and lewdly mopped his face with the piss-wet, burning bush

that pushed through the gash in the wet pantyhose. Then, her

glassy eyes staring down at him, she frigged herself.

     And pissed in his face.

     Percival hadn't minded pissing on the girl. He hadn't minded

the suggestion that she should fuck him. But having her cunt near

his face was another thing, because he now knew that his earlier

suspicions had been correct.

     The dirty cunt oozed dirty spunk from the dirty cocks that

had been up it in that dirty back room. And Percival knew that

she'd have at least three loads in there - and he didn't want

THAT on his face, never mind near his mouth.

     So when she wiped the thing over his face and he smelled it

up close, he struggled, especially when the big guy squeezed his

nuts again. The struggle however was useless. The big guy whipped

around and his foot came down on Percival's forehead.

     He was held there, prisoner while she did it.

     She pissed onto his face, jerking that soaking, slimy mop

against his chin, mouth and nose.

     The piss stung his eyes, the taste in his mouth was nasty,

but better than the rank taste of her cunt. The boot on his head

was removed but by now he knew that resistance was useless -

these perverts were getting off on using him.

     He felt his pants taken down and a mouth close around his

flaccid cock. Shit! The other tart was sucking him now!

     But when the piss ceased and he opened his stinging eyes he

saw the other girl - Eireen - standing over his head, smiling

down at him. The PVC shorts and T-shirt had gone and her fingers

worked the crotch of the pantyhose. At her crotch, through the

sheer pantyhose, Percival saw silvery snailstrails of juice.

     It was the guy sucking his cock!

     And SHE was getting off on watching it!

     Percival fought back a wave of nausea. Through it he heard

the dim voices of the two girls, discussing something - something

to do with him...

     'Make him suck you,' Eireen giggled drunkenly as she idly

played with herself. Percival realised with horror who she was

talking to as the Sukie woman got off his face and he was hauled

up to his feet by the big guy.

     'Get the fucking clothes off him,' Al barked.

     'I need to see what's sucking me off - let's see what he's

made of under that stupid suit.'

     The two girls wasted no time. They ripped his jacket, shirt

and tie off and their tits rubbed on his bare chest as they

fought to get his pants off. They dropped on the floor and the

girls knelt to pull off his shoes, socks and pants.

     Percival stood, in just filmy, silky, bright red women's

panties.  Down-curved cock bulged them obscenely.

     'Ooohh I like his panties,' Sukie crooned, thrusting out

pantyhosed crotch and rubbing it gently on the bulge. 'I love

cock's in panties, so quaint!'

     'Just get the fuckers off him,' Eireen snapped. 'Let's see

what a wimp's cock looks like.'

     Eireen carefully removed Percival's panties.

     Al pushed Percival to his knees. Percival looked up at the

towering hulk of man. Al took off the leather jacket, baring his

hairy torso, and undid the belt of his jeans. They fell to the

ground.

     Eireen stood bside Al, sniffing Percival's panties.

     'He's a cleaney,' she announced. 'No old cum or skidders,

but there's some slime in here, he must've been horny on us!.'

Percival watched her lick the gunge off his panties.

     Suddenly, sickeningly, the smell of the misshapen jock

reached him. Black, or supposed to be, it was streaked with

something, whitey-creamey coloured stains, dirty-yellow stains -

 other stains too...

     'Oooh! You still haven't washed that jock!' giggled Sukie

from the side. 'It's disgusting! Stinks!'

     'This is his fucking jock,' said Eireen. 'My favourite - it

doesn't get washed. Look how crusty it is Sukie. Have a feel.'

     She looked down at Percival and said 'I like my man to be

a man - sweaty, with dirty, smelly underwear. He's worn this in

dozens of fucks and it's good for a dozen more -  lovely and

stinkey of old cunt and dirty cock don't you think, Wimp?'

     She wiped the hand over her nose, inhaling whatever she was

inhaling. 'And piss, and shit, and puke,' she added, grinning.

     Percival choked on bile, swallowed and awaited his fate.

     'Make him suck it,' Sukie giggled, pushing Percival's head

forward. 'Go ahead suck it wimpey, suck on Al's dirty jockie,'

she said, rubbing her cunt off on the kneeling man's bony

shoulder. He felt warmth trickle down his arm and chest. 'Mmmmm

.. it feels nice to piss on a fuckin' wimp,' she murmured. 'Wish

I'd saved more.'

     Al laughed, a strange, evil laugh and right before

Percival's eyes, the black jock turned black-wet-shiny as he

pissed in it.

     'Oooohh yesss,' Eireen whispered, scraping her bared cunt

on Percival's left shouler, as Sukie used his right. The smell

was worse now - the heat of the piss made the smell of the jock

even worse. And he could smell the two cunts now as well.

     Percival gasped as Eireen's booted foot nuzzled in his

crotch as he knelt. He gasped more when she squashed his cock and

balls under the pressure of the heel. She laughed, pushed

Percival's head forward into her husband's crotch.

     Percival's mouth remained tightly closed. The smell was

nauseating, not just because he was closer - he now smelled a

disgusting mixture - a sickly-smelling elixir of unwashed cock,

old cunt, piss, shit and more.

     'Suck, you cunt-wimp,' Eireen spat, her boot increasing

pressure on Percival's cock and balls. 'Suck the piss from his

jock or I'll cut your fucking balls off with the heel of my

boot.'

     Percival did. And immediately the agonising pressure on his

balls ceased. He didn't know why, but his cock was getting hard,

he found that he was panting, and that he - almost - WANTED to

be their centre of lust.

     Eireen watched as the wimp did as bidden, her cunt and tits

raging at the pleasure of watching the wimp get used.

     Sukie watched too, stroking his head, grateful now for the

added interest the stranger had brought to the trio's sex-play.

     Al watched. Enjoying using the guy, the guy of the type he

despised. He looked down and watched him sucking, now licking,

at his pissed-in jock and decided to progress. He pushed the jock

under his balls and jerked his meat in the guy's face.

     'Cock-suck time wimp, and clean it good, 'cause it's going

up your asshole any minute.'

     Percival stared at the ugly mammoth in the huge fist and at

the piss dripping from the taughtened jock, now stretched under

the hairy ballsac.

     He felt revulsion at the sight of the dirty, foul-smelling

monster. And he felt other, stranger feelings too. Somehow he

didn't feel that it was him any more, in that place. Maybe he was

in hell, maybe he'd died and this was his punishment for his

years of private perversion...

     A short, stinging blast of piss hitting him in the face

brought him back to reality.

     'Suck it boyo, or I'll shove it down your throat and piss

down it 'til you drown..'

     Percival sucked. His hand replaced AL's and he meekly licked

at the mass of thick, clear goo clinging to the huge head of the

thing. It tasted bad, especially the old stuff that peeked from

under the foreskin.

     Dimly he realised his own cock was being sucked - and that

the sucker must be Sukie because her cunt had gone from his right

shoulder. He dropped his left hand and pushed the frizzy-blonde

head harder onto his cock. She knew how to suck. Right now she

had a mouthful of saliva and was force-washing the head. It felt

good, Maybe - after all - he'd get some pleasure himself.

     A brief thought...

     The encouragement spurred him to skin the mighty cock.

     Just a little...

     More juice, more dirt.

     Fetid stench burst around his head, invaded his senses,

permeated his whole self. It was like there were a dozed well-

fucked cunts surrounding him, and another dozen unwashed cocks,

together with a score of sweaty balls and shitty asses.

     Again, the wave of nausea took him and he quickly backed his

head, swallowing the puke that had got as far as his throat this

time.

     'What's up boy?' Al laughed, holding Percival's hair and

thrusting the monster back into his mouth. 'Don't like a real-

man's cock in yer mouth, eh? Making yer gip is it?'

     Suddenly, Sukie twisted her body over in his lap so that she

now lay awkwardly over his thighs, on her back, her tits right

under his head. Then she did a stranger thing - elbowed him in

the stomach. If she kept at that it'd make him puke ... if he DID

puke, he'd puke over her tits ... surely...

     Whack!

     The weighty cock smacked a blow to the side of the face,

knocking his head to one side as if he'd been punched. Al had

swung his hips in an arc and deliberately clubbed the side of

Percival's face with the huge cock.

     'Keep yer mind on the job, Boy! You're down there to suck

dick, remember?'

     Eireen groaned and moved behind Percival. Her crotch pressed

into the back of his head as she reached to grasp Al's nipples.

     'Ooohh Al baby, do that again. Beat his puny face with your

cock again, it turns me on soooso much...'

     Al swung his body to the right. Percival looked up, his eyes

pleading for mercy and saw Eireen's fingers torturing her

husband's nipples. They were pulled outward from the bulging

pecs, and twisted to a grotesque degree, causing the big man to

grunt with the sudden, savage pain.

     He suddenly felt a searing pain in his own teats and was

about to look down to see what Sukie was doing to them when the

cock clubbed him on the left cheek.

     His head smacked to the right and he howled with the blunt

pain in his cheek and the searing agony in his nipples.

     Eireen laughed, a dirty-disgusting laugh, and forced

Percival's mouth open to receive Al's cock once more. Then,

suddenly she skidded around behind Al and reached around him,

both hands on the monster cock. She was bent over, her head under

Al's armpit so she had a close-up view of cock and mouth.

     She skinned the cock, watching Percival's face.

     Percival stared at her, unable to comprehend that a woman

could be so rankly disgusting, so perverted as to bear the smell

of that cock now it was skinned. But in her face, only deviant

pleasure was displayed...

     He stared at the cock, at the whiteish stuff that clung to

the head, at the thick gob of fresh, shiny ooze that pushed from

the slit.

     'What's up Wimp?' asked Eireen huskily. 'Want me to show you

what to do with tasty cock?'

     She pressed the thing to her face.

     Mouth open, tongue lolling, she slowly stroked the filthy

object around her lips, swathing her tongue briefly over the

head. She inhaled deeply, then pushed the cock away, closing her

mouth and shutting her eyes tightly. Percival saw her tits heave

as she gipped, almost puking at the vile taste and stench.

     Then she smiled, bent to Percival and kissed him full on the

mouth.

     As her tongue pushed inside, fighting with his, Percival

tasted foul cock, and smelled foul cock, the smell rising from

her lips and chin.

     'Mmmmm, Wimpy boy,' she muttered, feathering her tongue

around his mouth. 'Mmmmm, that's it. This is sex. This is REAL

sex. Now EAT THAT DICK!'

     Percival found the cock shoved into his face once more. He

stared at Eireen, who smiled sickly at him, and nodded.

     Percival put his mouth around the cock, and sucked. It was

inconceivable, but his cock had started to harden again and he

felt the blood pounding in his head.

     His eyes were closed so the sniff of amyl, administered by

Eireen, came as a shock. He opened his eyes to find her smiling

down at him, pressing the bottle back to his nose. He took

another shot.

     'That's it Percy,' Eireen cooed. 'See how you're enjoying

getting used now? They all do - the real men do anyway.'

     The taste wasn't so bad now, Percival had swallowed most of

the rotten stuff and the fresh juice wasn't so bad, cloying

around his mouth like a warm oil. He still couldn't quite believe

what was happening to him.

     Al wanked into Percival's mouth.

     All Percival could do was look upwards, try to ignore what

was happening, and try to ignore the pain and the occasional

thump of Sukie's fist in his belly.

     Al was groping his wife's cunt with his free hand, and she

was kneading hard at her tits, thrusting against that hand and

breathing raggedly.

     'Turn round,' Al ordered and she did. Now she looked back

over her shoulder at Percival with her husband's cock in his

mouth, and he looked up at her. Percival sensed that worse things

were about to happen. He hadn't yet seen her so excited.

     Al cupped his wife's pantyhosed ass in his huge paw...

     'Do it Eireen, Shit yourself. I'm waitin' to feel you shit

your hose, and waitin' to watch this jerk eat on it.'

     Percival couldn't believe it.

     The woman farted and Al's hand moved quickly away from her

ass, the cock was plucked from Percival's mouth but Al still

wanked it slowly.

     The three of them watched Eireen shit her pantyhose.

     'Oooohhh yesss!' she hissed. 'Watch me fucking shit myself.

Ooohhh that feeels sooo gooood....'

     A thick, hard turd pushed into the pantyhose, then crumpled

under pressure, accompanied by a sickly, bubbling sound.

     'Ooohhh fuck, it feels good Al. Does it look good Babe?

Ooohhh ... more ... more ... and more...'

     Slowly, a transfixed Percival watched that pantyhosed ass

crack fill with shit until the fabric bulged with the soft, brown

mess.

     He felt sick with the smell and the knowledge that these

perverts had only just started their session of depravity.

     The woman backed towards Percival, looking around, watching

his face.

     Al laughed.

     And pushed Percival's face into the softly-bulging, sheer

pantyhose.

     Percival's nose prodded the pillow of shit. The smell was

unbelievable.

     He dropped his head and puked.

     His stomach emptied its contents of greeny-yellow puke,

studded with bits of red and green in one movement.

     Sukie got it on her belly, tits, and in her face.

     Percival wiped his mouth and watched in amazement, knowing

for certain now that Suke had got just what she had been waiting

for.

     She rolled away, snaking her back along the tiled floor.

     Both hands roamed in the mess on her belly and tits, she

wiped it upwards over her face, her tongue licking wildly. The

other three watched the awesome spectacle of the depraved, filthy

girl who was getting off on being puked over and who was now

kneeling up in front of a full-length mirror, stroking her body.

     'Fucking Ace!' she crooned, watching her own hands spread

the filthy slime all over her. 'Fucking ace. What did you have

for supper, Wimp-Boy? Pizza?'

     Get fucking standing you GIT!' Eireen almost shouted. One

hand reamed her cunt - the other reached around, pressing into

her shit-filled, pantyhosed ass...

     'Stand close to my sister, she wants to fucking puke on you

and fuck you, so that puny cock had better get fucking well

shitting hard!' she shouted.

     Sukie stood against Percival, he could smell piss, shit, and

the vile smell of puke from her breath and body.

     She smiled into his face, kissed her puke-wet mouth on his,

breathed pissbreath onto his face and with two fingers in a 'V',

pushed them down her throat.

     Al grabbed Percival and pushed him to the floor.

     'Stay laid there you cunt, I wanna see this. Do it Sukie,

puke on the bastard.'

     Sukie knelt, straddling Percival. Her crotch ground

painfully against his cock and balls. She still had the fingers

down her throat, from which peculiar mewling sounds emanated.

     Then, with a rasp of hissed breath, she dipped her head.

     And puked her stomach contents over her tits.