Chapter 6: Chickens and Clothes

The rooster crowed as he did every morning, loud and insistent, as if he were calling Putty.

She slowly opened her eyes, her body still heavy from the entire night of wild fucking. The bed was completely destroyed, just like the previous morning: shit, cum, vomit, phlegm, and piss everywhere. The smell was so strong and rotten you could taste it on your tongue just by breathing.

— Fuck ... this is actually a really good smell to wake up to in the morning.

Joan and Mary were still sleeping tangled together, their light snores mixed with sleepy moans, bodies completely slimy. Joan’s tits were leaking milk and Mary’s pussy was still dripping cum.

Putty got up slowly, naked, her belly slightly swollen from all the cum and shit she had swallowed, and left the room on tiptoe so she wouldn’t wake the other two.

In the hallway, she ran into Pôia, who was already coming with a bucket and mop, wearing an expression that said “this shit again”.

Putty walked past her and gave the little maid a hard, loud slap on the ass over her uniform.

Pôia let out a little yelp and looked back confused, with a shy, blushing smile: — Ouch! What the ... you’re gonna ... you’re gonna get me all dirty before I even start cleaning the room...

Putty winked, licking her lips slowly: — I’ll get you even dirtier later, you cute little uniform girl ... maybe I’ll even make you shit in my mouth.

Pôia rolled her eyes, but the smile didn’t leave her face as she headed to the bedroom.

Putty followed the rooster’s crowing all the way to the chicken coop. She opened the little wooden door and went inside. The place was a mess of feathers, straw, strong chicken shit smell, and dirt.

Roosters and hens were scratching everywhere, chicks running around peeping softly. Putty thought the little yellow ones were very weird and ignored them, deciding to focus on the rooster and the hens.

She stood there for long minutes, fascinated, eyes wide, calmly observing every detail:

— What strange animals ... their mouth is long and pointy, their feet are thin with sharp claws, their arms are full of feathers just like the pillows on the bed, and they keep banging their face on the ground all the time making funny noises.

Putty then turned her attention to the asses of those weird creatures: — And look how they shit ... The diarrhea comes out all wet from their assholes, and sometimes white balls come out with it. What the fuck is that? It looks like they’re shitting spheres ... how crazy! That one just dropped a really big ball ... look at her little asshole all wrecked...

She stayed there a while longer, just watching, drooling, imagining what she was going to do. Satisfied with her observation, she decided it was time to start the real fun.

She grabbed the rooster that was still crowing loudly. The bird thrashed wildly, wings beating hard against her bare chest, clucking desperately.

Putty held him firmly with both hands, pinning him against her naked chest for almost a full minute, feeling the little animal’s heart beating fast.

— Calm down, you noisy pervert ... I’ll show you how to really sing inside a hot pussy.

She had a crazy idea when she saw the shape of the bird. She lifted him up to the level of her open, wet pussy and started pushing the rooster’s head inside, very slowly, inch by inch.

The rooster shook his head violently inside the hot pussy, his beak rubbing against the inner walls, the feathers tickling her clit.

Putty fell backward onto the dirty straw, moaning loudly in an instant orgasm, legs spread wide, cum squirting hard onto the rooster’s face.