Posted by Narada Jagganoth on June 28, 2009 at 16:00 [67.175.201.146]
Wow, this story is mad popular, yes? I only got two replys last time. Well, just hang in there. Only two more chapters to go and I'll be done with this...
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"Why is Ramajeet screwing a skinny white girl on my bed?"
The owner of the mysterious voice entered the room; it was a gorgeous caramel skinned girl with long jet-black hair, a cute little button nose(pierced through one nostril), and full pouty lips. Her huge bust strained against the fabric of the black tube top she wore--I think it was a size too small for her. She had another piercing in her cute 'outtie' belly button. The white slacks she wore hugged her hips so tightly that they were like a second skin. She was barefoot, each toenail painted an iridescent red.
"Bikaji, I`ve told you not to barge into my room without knocking!" Fusari intoned angrily. He turned away from her and pulled on his trousers.
I turned red from head to toe when I felt her gaze wash over me. My humongous tits, flabby belly huge hips and fat ass were on full display. When I jumped up to find something to cover myself with, my knickers, overstuffed with poo as they were, slid down to my ankles and gave the girl an eyeful of my cootchie. The girl whistled softly and, smiling broadly, made the `OK` gesture with her right hand.
"Bikaji..." Fusari growled in warning.
"Fusariji..." she cooed mockingly. As I pulled up my poo filled knickers, Fusari draped one of his long sleeved shirts over my shoulders and handed me my bra.
"This is my little sister Ambika," he sighed apologetically. "Bika, this is Holly."
"Pleased to meet ya!" she wildly enthused as she winked at me. "VERY pleased."
"Is there something you wanted?" Fusari insisted.
"Did you not hear me?" Ambika replied. "I want you to get RJ and that carrot-topped girl to stop making sex on my bed!" Suddenly, her rich hazel eyes were on me. "Wait a tick. That girl looks just like you!"
"That`s my sister Racquel. Sorry she`s getting bodily fluids all over your bedding."
"Not your fault, is it?"
"Did you ask them to stop?" Fusari asked.
"Are you mad? I want to limit my exposure to RJ`s bare ass to once a lifetime, thank you." I started giggling uncontrollably. I was beginning to like this girl.
Fusari growled in Hindi--a swear most likely--and stalked out the room. "Holly, why don`t you go and get cleaned up?" he called over his shoulder. "I`ll have our servant draw you a bath. Bika will show you the way."
"I thought he`d never leave," Ambika laughed when we were alone.
"I saw you at that same company barbecue I met your brothers at, didn`t I?"
"YES! You vanished before I got a chance to talk to you...where`d ya go?"
"To my mate Sheila`s birthday party." I had actually gone off to a secluded spot in the wooded area where the barbecue was being held with Rocky, but I didn`t want to tell a potential fuck buddy that I was shagging my sister.
"LIAR. Fine, don`t tell me."
"P-pardon?" How'd she know I was lying?
She wrinkled her nose and her face became an overanimated grimace of disgust. "PEE-YEW! Holly, I don`t mean to be rude, but you`re a bit ripe! Let`s get you into the bath!" She grabbed my hand(oh! Her fingers were well soft!) and pulled me along behind her. "I know this is probably a dumb question, but...are you into shit?" She whispered the
profanity, her slight Hindi accent making the word sound impossibly cute. "Or did you eat the leftover curry in the fridge? It`s been in there for ages...that shit would give Superman explosive diarrhea!"
I laughed at her lame ass joke. "Well, according to my therapist, I`m a coprophiliac."
"That is so cool!" Her smile was incandescent. "I`ve never met a real live shit freak before!" It turns out that Ambika was absolutely obsessed with abnormal sexuality. Her fascination with deviant sex acts began when she was snooping around in her parent`s private library. She found a book on paraphliia, abnormal or deviant sexual behaviour. The tome was full of exhaustive case studies of various paraphilias, each accompanied by first hand accounts from the "perverts" themselves, all of which went into quite graphic detail. After a few pages, Ambika sat on the floor and rubbed herself raw. When she recovered, she hugged the book to her bosom and ran with it to her room. "I`ve kept that book under my pillow ever since," Ambika sighed joyously. "I pleasure myself with it every night." She flashed me her dazzling smile again. "Well, here`s the loo. Go on in and scrub up. If you need me to wash your back or...something, do give a yell."
"Ambika, are you into girls?" I smiled at her obvious flirtation.
"Darling, I`m into lots of things..." Another smile and she was gone. I leered at her voluptuous ass as she departed: I sighed and squirted a jet of urine into my overflowing knickers. I entered the loo, stepped out of my shit-filled panties, and gingerly(ha!) stepped into the warm bath. Two minutes into my ablution, there was a knock at the door. Ambika entered with my dress and a leatherbound book under her arm.
"I thought you might want to hear a few of the entries in my book." She sat on the closed toilet and opened the well-worn book. "Give me a sec: a few of the pages are stuck together." Ambika read me several accounts: some made me laugh, like the bloke who had a thing for insects (formicophilia). He basted his cockwith honey and shagged an ant hill: he`d just managed to cum(ugh! Those poor ants!) when he was busted by a policeman.
"Oh god, that`s sick!" I howled. Another was about a man and wife who were mad for plants(dendrophiliacs); the guy fucked trees(bet his wifey called him "splinter dick") whilst the wife put tulips up herself.
"I think I have that condition too," Ambika laughed. "I shag meself with cucumbers from time to time..."
I got more turned on as she read more entries. "Ambika, you`ve got to let me borrow that book!" I moaned abandoning all pretense of bathing and fingering myself.
"No way! This book`s like a bloody Bible to me!" The next entry was about a Catholic schoolgirl who fancied the fit young priest who worked at her school. One day, she marched into his office to declare her love and was betrayed by her body..she got so nervous that she lost control of her bowels and took a mammoth shit in her panties. She was humiliated when it first happened, but whenever she thought of it later, it turned her on like crazy. After that, she started pooping herself whenever she saw him in the crowded hallways of the school...
"FUCK!" I bellowed, thrashing about in the water and stroking my swollen clit.
"I can help you with that." Ambika was suddenly kneeling by the tub. She thrust her hand between my legs and pawed my throbbing cunt until my body exploded into orgasm. She withdrew her hand and licked it as I recovered. "You taste so fucking good," she sighed.
"Thanks. Now let me taste you." I stood up and tried to embrace her, but she backed away.
"Wait."
I couldn't believe this bitch was playing hard to get after flirting with me and rubbing my pussy! I sighed, wrapped a towel around myself, and sat on the edge of the tub and waited to see what game she was playing.
"I just wanted to tell you about one more fetish...it's called myscophilia or mycophilia....something like that. It's an abnormal desire for used panties...sniffing them, wearing them..."she whipped off her trousers, revealing a pair of dingy white cotton "granny panties" that looked exactly like the ones I wear whenever I poo myself.
"T-those are mine, aren't they?"
"Yep. I'm wearing your dirty knickers" She smiled and sat on the toilet, picking up the manky poo filled knickers I'd left on the floor and holding them up to her nose! She inhaled deeply and a blissful smile spread across her face.
"Mmmm...."
"A-Ambika...where did you get my panties?"
"You remember the day you met my brothers, right? The company cookout in the forest preserve? You disappeared halfway through it. Where`d you go again?"
"I told you...my friend Sheila`s birthday party!"
She sighed. "Why must you lie?" She sniffed my poopy panties again. "I was gonna let you do such delightfully wicked things to me, but Mum says I shouldn`t reward bad behaviour."
"Whatever." I bent over the tub to let the water out, mooning her(she laughed quietly). "May I have my knickers back? The ones you're holding, not the ones you're wearing... I have to shit." When she didn't answer, I sighed. "Are you gonna tell me where you got my "granny panties" or not?"
"I got them on the day of the cookout..." she said. "I fancied you from the moment I first saw you, so I was about to ask you out, but I couldn`t find you nowhere!
I went lookin` for ya in the woods. I was ready to give
up when I heard somethin.' Wanna guess what?"
"Nope."
"Moaning. Animalistic grunts of pleasure," she whispered. "I followed it to its source... Two ginger-haired girls havin` it off."
Shit! Busted again! "Y-you saw us?"
"Yeah. Racquel was flat on her back while you were eating her pussy. Your skirt was pulled up over that sweet ass of yours, so I had a clear view of you filling your panties--these panties(she patted her crotch to indicate the purloined panties she wore)--with shit. I got so turned on...I closed my eyes and began pissing myself. Just something I do when I get horny." A jet of piss shot from her cunt, soaking her(my!) knickers and leaving a puddle on the floor. "I watched the two of ya until you...finished. You both got up, stepped out of your panties, and skipped off hand in hand."
"I waited until the coast was clear and then ran over to where you two had flung your knickers. Do you know what kind of perverse joy a panty lover like me got out of finding TWO pairs of shit loaded panties? I just about went bonkers! First thing I did was kneel down and sniff each one over and over. Then I pulled off my own knickers from under my dress and fingered myself whilst I pissed all over the poopy panties on the ground. Finally, I slipped on your knickers and put Racquel's into my purse. Oh but it felt good to feel your poo mushing all around my ass and pussy! I went straight home and fingered myself through your poopy panties while I sniffed Racquel's.After that, I dumped the poo out of them both and rinsed them, but I never washed them. I've been wearing your knickers ever since."
She looked down at the shitty knickers she was still holding. "Beezus, you packed a lot of shit in these!" Without another word, she pulled back the waistband of her knickers and tipped over the panties she was holding, dumping the poo onto her pussy! When she didn`t get it all out, she dug the thick poo logs out one by one and shoved them in her panties. Each time she`d deposited her gooey cargo, she`d lick her fingers clean. "So sweet," she purred.
"Sweet Baby Jeebus, you`re nasty!" I grinned wickedly. When all of the poo was in her knickers, she started rubbing her pussy like crazy, spreading poo all over her slit. She then pressed against the shit with two fingers, forcing it and the sodden material of her knickers deep inside her cunt. As her frenzied self abuse continued, she began to moan softly. I couldn`t take it anymore.. I dropped my towel and mounted her, biting her neck and grinding my hips against her snatch. The poor girl was practically smothered by
my huge tits, but I don`t think she cared.
Another knock at the door interrupted us. "Shit!" Ambika roared. "Go away!"
"Where's Holly, Bika?" It was Fusari.
"I'm fucking her, dammit! Piss off!" She sighed and looked at me. "He's never gonna leave us alone. Come see me again. I really like you." She kissed me and pulled her body from beneath mine.
"No.."
"Can I keep the knickers? Both of them?"
"Yes. Don't go..."
"Hollyji, go spend some time with my dumbass brother, ok? I'll leave you my mobile number and we'll...hook up later." She opened the door and pushed past her brother. "Move."
"That girl always goes after the ones I fancy!" Fusari laughed.
"Shut up." I pulled him into the bathroom and shut the door. "Get your dick out and give me your underpants." He did as I asked. He was wearing boxers...lucky! I lay down on the floor and held open the "dickhole" on the front of them. "Fuck me." He eagerly mounted me and sank his chocolate dick into my wet pussy. As he pounded me, I let go my usual massive poo log into the seat of his boxers. All the time he was fucking me, I closed my eyes and imagined it was Ambika banging me with a strap-on. He came quickly, filling me with his milky white cum as I had my own orgasm. "AMBIKA!" I growled as I got off.
"Yes?" She answered breathlessly from the other side of the closed door.
I roared with laughter. "I think I'm falling for your sister." I told Fusari.
"Great. Just what every guy likes to hear."
"Sorry. I told you...it's just about sex with us." He quietly dressed and left...he didn't talk to me the rest of the night. Dick. Most guys wouldn't mind being used for sex, but not this guy!
Later that night, as we bundled back into Fusari's car to go home(I sat in the back with RJ this time), I looked back as the Ardhanari manor and saw Ambika looking down at me. "'Cuse me, I forgot something."
"Sure you did," Rocky chuckled.
I got out of the car and ran back inside(their servant, a chocolate skinned Hindi woman named Candika let me in). I raced up the stairs, but it felt like I was running in slow motion. I finally reached the top of the stairs where I found Ambika waiting for me. I took her into my arms and kissed her deeply. I then ran back down the stairs, looking back at her once. She looked positively radiant, as if she was a star in human form. Her smile made me melt. I jumped back in the car and we sped off into the night.
Rocky smiled back at me. "Did you get "it"?"
"Yeah." I smiled back. "I got it."
And that was how a love triangle became a love square. Or rectangle. Whatever.
End of Part 4
~Narada Jagganoth~
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