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Chapter 24– Butt Shake
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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.
Copyright 2004
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The name of this chapter is so misleading. You'll learn why if you read on.
"Oh yeah, give it to me, pack my shit," I moaned as I felt the cock travel from my sphincter past my rectum and into my intestine. My hand was working my clit as I was being screwed in my ass and mouth. It was double penetration at it finest.
I was poolside on all fours, knees and elbows resting on a cushion. A tall extremely muscular black man was at my rear with his cock buried in my ass giving me those long deep strokes that make for the best anal intercourse. You know it's the premium brand when each time he pulls back you feel your shit being sucked down your large intestine and when he pushes in you can feel that same shit being tamped firmly down. You half expect to open your mouth and regurgitate a warm tightly packed turd. Of course if you have a cock down your throat that's not possible.
My face was buried in the crotch of another well-endowed local provided by my hostess. His manly hands had a firm grip on the sides of my head and I was on the receiving end of a take-no-prisoners skull fucking. The kind where he's rams his dick down your throat and keeps it there moving just a couple of inches expanding and contracting your esophagus. My breathing was definitely not his problem. My tits were covered in drool that was I was gagging up when I did get a break.
Oh fuck how I love being used and abused especially when there's a crowd watching. There were fifty party guests standing around sipping champagne, eating the delicious buffet and listening to the small band as they watched my competition and me get reamed at both ends. If you're an exhibitionist like me being double penetrated while half a hundred well dressed people watch and make bets on who will win is about as good as it gets. When I was in high school, I used to jerk off fantasizing that I was called up on stage during Assembly and ordered to take off my clothes. Then while all the other students sat in their seats watching quietly, Mr. Saunders the Principal and Mrs. Cowan the Vice Principal forced me to have oral sex with them. I'd picture myself kneeling there naked with the entire school laughing and pointing at me as I worked my clit and munched Mrs. Cowan's very thick shag carpet.
At the moment, I was happy and satisfied, as any woman should be with two beautiful black cocks inside her. It was what was going to happen after they finished that had me worried.
The party was on the Nevis estate of an heiress whose home of record was in the Hamptons. She inherited several parts of the Manhattan skyline and was therefore richer than God. Portia, my hostess, told me earlier that the Nevis Plantation had been in her family for three generations but she was the one who realized it had more potential than a quiet place to rest when the drugs and alcohol of Long Island had gotten overwhelming and she needed to detox. She'd selected a cadre of beautiful black locals who had girth, length, and stamina and put them on retainer for her parties and visits.
"I was interested in men who could sweat the free radicals out of me through my pussy. I wanted to create my own personal stud firm so I could hop on my jet and fly down for 48 to 72 hours of non stop fucking that would cleanse my blood and restore my faith in the female orgasm," was how Portia described it. I wasn't sure what all that meant but it sounded good. Portia was in her fifties and still looked as young as the best board-certified cosmetic surgeons could make her.
The stud face fucking me started giving off signs that he was about to blow his load so I got set for the capture. Portia claims the local diet heavy on vegetables and fruit produces a larger than normal quantity of semen that is extremely creamy and flavorful. It was certainly larger than what I had learned to expect and not as salty. I'm not a cum connoisseur like a lot of women I know. One hot load is pretty much like another.
I sucked on his piss hole as I massaged his balls to drain the very last drop into my yap. When his tank was empty I reached over and grabbed the water glass that contained the previous two loads I'd expectorated and added the third.
I looked over at Colette my competitor and saw that she was spiting her man's load into the glass. Volume wise we appeared even. It wasn't my first contest where filling a glass with semen you'd sucked out of men's balls was the objective. Five years ago, I'd gotten drunk out of mind at a UMASS fraternity party and competed against two other blowjob artists. The rules were much different. Whoever got the most semen in the glass over a one-hour period got to drink all three. Guess who won? I recall standing there surrounded by naked college boys downing those three glasses as they cheered me on. Someone took pictures of me swallowing what must have been twenty loads. I've still got those pictures in a scrapbook stored in my parent's attic.
I sounded a long sigh as the guy at my rear grunted, said something in the local patois and painted the insides of my rectum. That made for three loads of cum in my ass. As soon as the guy got off me, another hired stud took his place. The fourth guy wasn't there to fuck me. He was going to piss in my butt.
Portia had trained her fuck staff well and the sensation of warm urine filling my bowels was almost immediate. It's kind of groovy to feel your guts being filled with a guy's urine. I looked over at Colette who was getting her piss enema. The look on her face said she was enjoying it. Colette had been born and raised in Paris. I'd always heard the Parisians were the most twisted people on earth especially the women. Later Colette told me she ate her first pussy before she was ten. That first pussy turned out to be her mom's. Mom was apparently not the best of parents since she let the landlord bust eleven-year-old Colette's cherry in exchange for forgiveness of a month's rent. But that's the French for you. The women are all whores it's just a matter of price.
Once the first guy had drained his bladder another replaced him. Two big pisses and I was full, tight as a tick. I could feel the liquid sloshing around inside me mixing with the jism and my shit.
Karen Masterson was standing there with Gordon Hightower stroking his cock as they watched the contest. Karen and I had agreed to accompany Gordon who was invited not because he was a member of Portia's social set but because he did little favors for her and ran interference with the local authorities in case anything happened like a local girl being raped to death on the estate's property.
For fifty guests, servants, and a band, the crowd was pretty quiet. Most of the guys had exposed their cocks so one of the females could stroke it. Several women had both hands filled. Other femmes had dropped their shorts and were working the little man in the boat. The thought that half a hundred folks were jerking off to what was happening to Colette and me added to the turn on.
Colette was French to the core. Right after Karen, Gordon, and I had arrived at the party, she'd confronted me made a couple of nasty remarks about our soldiers in Iraq and how we were mistreating prisoners. I'd replied that it was nothing compared to how the French treated the Algerian rebels. Portia was nearby. She was a shrewd hostess and she realized that her party would be the talk of the season if she could get a little Franco-American competition going.
"Why don't you two settle this with a butt shake?" said Portia.
"Butt shake?" I questioned. I had idea what she meant.
"Yes, what is this butt shake?" asked Colette.
"Each of you takes three loads of cum up our ass and three in our mouth. The blowjobs you spit in a water glass. After you've absorbed six ejaculations, you take two live piss enemas, mix up the content of your bowels with a little dancing then squat over the glass and empty your bowels. How does it sound so far?" asked Portia?
"Hot, I love piss enemas," I said.
"If she can I can," added Colette.
"Then we see who can drink the other's glass the fastest," said Portia.
It is amazing what the human mind is capable of. I'd drunk my share of piss but never any that had just emerged from somebody else's shit hole. I'd have to swallow Colette's saliva, cum, piss, and whatever else managed to exit her sphincter. I'd drink her butt shake and she would do mine.
"Sounds very exciting, I can't wait," I said with my usual bravado.
"And we have a prize for the winner," said Portia.
"Oh, I love prizes," said Colette.
"The loser becomes the winner's bitch for the next three hours. The winner gets to take her bitch to visit Lars my dungeon master. She'll get to do the most dreadful things to her. Things that would turn the Marquis De Sade's stomach," said Portia.
"I'm in," I said.
"Me too," said Colette.
And one more thing, I have a very special surprise for both the winner and the loser. I'm saving that for last," said Portia. "It will be my grande finale."
Piss enema done, I carefully stood up squeezing my butt cheeks tight. I didn't want to loose anything that would help quench Colette's thirst. The band started playing an old Bob Marley tune and Colette and I danced while the others watched. We did some serious tongue kissing as we rubbed our naked bodies together. Our round bellies rubbed together as we fingered each other's twats. Colette struck me as a kindred spirit who like myself was constantly pushing her edge.
I could feel my guts churning but I managed to hold it all in. Portia produced a couple of toilet chairs (The woman thought of everything but a good hostess usually does.) I carefully released my bowel into the glass. The bartender came over and gave both concoctions a good shaking. Colette and I were seated facing each other. The glasses were filled with a cloudy brownish greenish liquid with swirls of semen in suspension. It looked like Satan's idea of a lava lamp. There were also little brown balls of shit floating on the top. It was not for the squeamish.
Butt shake preliminaries over someone would yell go and we would chug each other's butt shake. The first empty glass to hit the table was the winner. Most people would find the butt shake competition a little hard core but it was a party and I was in the mood to go beyond the kinky to the truly perverted.
Portia carefully swapped glasses trying not to spill the very full sixteen-ounce tumblers. The quantity of liquid was roughly equal.
We placed one hand on the glass. On command I quickly tilted it to my lips and swallowed. I thought I was fast as lightening but my empty glass landed on the tabletop a tenth of a second after Colette. Damn I was the loser bitch. My next three hours were going to be a living French hell.
Portia came over and fastened a dog collar around my neck then handed the leash to Colette
"Before we go to the dungeon, I have a little gift for my bitch," said Colette pulling on my leash to bring my face between her legs.
"Eat me," commanded Colette.
I'm a good loser so I dove right in. Besides eating pussy while a crowd watches is the kind of raunch I love.
"You need some French piss, American bitch," said Colette exposing her pee hole to me. "Open your nasty American mouth and catch every drop."
Since I'd lost the contest fair and square, I had no complaint. I leaned in with an open mouth and covered her urethra. I greedily took my medicine. Colette's piss joined the concoction already in my belly.
"This is so fucking hot. I want you to piss in my mouth as soon as they're done," I heard one of the spectators say who was obviously a follower not a leader.
Colette sprayed in my mouth and face. I swallowed all that I could but the spray covered my face and hair.
"Clean me with your tongue and lick up the puddle off the pool deck," said Colette offering me her dripping snatch.
I licked all the golden drops off her sex then clean up the small puddle on the tile floor. God this was hot as hell. My cunt was oozing cock oil. When I looked down at my tits, I saw my piss-covered nipples were hard as sapphires.
"Thank your mistress for allowing you to swallow French piss," said Colette.
"Thank you Mistress Colette for allowing your pathetic bitch to swallow your wonderful French piss," I said embellishing my statement.
"Now I'll have to punish you extra hard for making a mess on Portia's floor," said Colette standing up and tugging me up by my leash. Colette turned around and bent over grabbing the chair arms.
"I didn't shit everything. Suck my butt empty," said Colette reaching back to expose her brown eye.
I placed my mouth over her butt hole and went to work with my lips and tongue. After all the recent anal she was pretty open. In no time, her sphincter relaxed and I got the dregs of what didn't go in the glass. It wasn't quite liquid or solid. Thank God there wasn't a lot of it. I sucked her ass dry. We were ready to move on to the next phase.
"The dungeon is this way," said Portia taking Colette and I by the hand and leading us back toward the main house. "All the guests can watch the dungeon through the new pool side monitor I had installed last week."
"When we arrived at the party I questioned what the huge monitor at one end of the pool was for. Gordon had told me he had arranged for its delivery and installation. It was a high definition video monitor that was 144 inches square. He said all the electronics and software were state of the art. Portia had referred to it as her 'Torture Entertainment Center'. As I walked dutifully behind Portia and Colette I looked back to see that the crowd was getting naked and drawing up recliners and chairs facing the screen.
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