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Chapter 5: After Dinner
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: After Dinner - Connie and Eli need to work together in a small private office. Her excessive farting embarrassed her, but then Eli put her at ease. He tells her farting is fun, and what comes after (hint, hint) is even more of a blast. There is no dominance, slavery, or cruelty here, just their fetish flag flying free. And then we meet Shitty Sheila, who is even more "productive." It's a Def Comedy Jam, where the Def stands for Defecation.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Workplace Sharing Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Enema Flatulence Oral Sex Scatology Squirting Size
“That was tasty, thank you. Time for me to clean up.”
“There’s not much to do but thank you. We’ll wait for you in the bedroom.”
They had a dishwasher, so he was done in five minutes. Hearing his footsteps, the women arranged themselves on the big bed. He had to stop in the doorway. The two of them were on hands and knees side by side. On the left, Sheila’s larger butt, and on the right, Connie’s muscular ass. Sheila had an announcement.
“Four holes, no waiting. Indulge yourself as you choose.”
Eli had already done some thinking after leaving work. His last sexual act early that morning was with Sheila, so he was thinking it was Connie’s “turn.” Dropping the boxers, he realized it wasn’t yet penetration-ready.
This was his chance to enjoy some loving licks, starting from her anus and working his way down to her clit. When she was starting to moan and wiggle, he switched asses and gave Sheila the same treatment. Then she pulled away.
“Connie and I have a plan for you, Eli. Get up here on the bed and lay on your back. Connie is going to sit on your big beautiful cock. I’m going to sit on your face so you can get back to licking me. And while that’s going on, Connie and I are going to be kissing and fondling each other’s glorious big tits. How does that sound?”
“Oh, my God, YES!”
So, that’s what they did. It was his first threesome, the same for Connie. It was hard to tell who was enjoying it more. After about four minutes, Sheila lifted off his face and sat above his head. Now, from his perspective, her chin was briefly visible between the two undersides of her large boobs.
“Eli, I’m going to raise your head a little so you can look down your belly. Connie is going to turn around and face your feet and you can watch her ass bounce up and down on your cock. Sounds good?”
“Oh, YES!”
Again, this went on for a few happy minutes, and then Sheila made another announcement.
“Connie has prepared something special for you. Are you ready to enjoy it?”
“Oh, YES!”
First, there was a squeaky fart, and then the proverbial turtle head appeared. Eli watched gleefully as the root of his cock disappeared behind an ever-growing pile of brown lengths. Once her effort was over and the portal had closed, she resumed humping on his cock, striving for a quick orgasm.
But then Sheila reached out and touched Connie’s shoulder. Apparently, this was a pre-arranged signal, because Connie lifted up and moved off, leaving his cock partly visible wavering beyond the sticky pile of her leavings on his belly.
Casually, Sheila repositioned down, so she was right where Connie had been, and forced herself down enveloping his cock in her vagina. Then she leaned backwards and ground her ass into the pile, smearing shit all over her plush bottom before beginning her own rise and fall motion fucking her pussy on his tool.
Eli was speechless with excitement. In his wildest and dirtiest dreams, he never imagined such a scenario. Two shit-loving women catering to his extreme fetishes!
Connie had moved around next to him to watch the scene from his perspective while masturbating frantically. Then she put her lips by his ears.
“But wait, there’s more!”
Sheila was obviously coming. Her piss was soaking his thighs and balls as she clenched down on him with her internal muscles. And then he felt a shift as she folded forwards, putting her shoulders down near his knees. This new position raised up her asshole for easy viewing and exposed the larger and larger dark dome of the contents rising to the surface.
Then there was a rush as an enormous turd seemed to fling itself free from her bowel and plop into the paste on his belly. Followed by a softer cylinder in a lighter tan color and a swirling tube of final shit, a couple of inches worth.
He couldn’t take any more and Sheila felt the warm flood fill her pussy and start leaking out from around the base of his cock.
He didn’t feel able to talk after that. He didn’t trust his voice, and he couldn’t express his gratitude and happiness.
Finally, this is what he said.
“I am in heaven, and you two are my angels.”
