Inspired by a thread on the main forum a while ago....
Tied spread-eagled to the bed with a pair of thick stockings blindfolding him, Mark needed all his remaining senses to assess what was going on. That was the metallic noise of a tin lid flipping open and the sound of scissors cutting tops off cartons. Custard cartons maybe? He heard the pop of vacuum seals off jars. Then more tins being opened. Then silence. He knew his girlfriend was still in the room-just teasing him.
There was movement on the bed. She was climbing on to join him. He felt the familiar rasp of nylon stockings over his tummy as she manoeuvred herself astride his chest. He expected something to splatter into his face or hair, but it never came. Just the familiar plopping sound of something being emptied into…?
She edged forward, the gusset of her baked bean filled knickers teasing Mark’s nose just long enough for him to feel the dampness of the fabric and smell the sweet aroma of juice before she ground her crotch into his face. A muffled yelp, roughly translated as ‘you kinky bitch!’ wasn’t enough to prise her inner thighs from around his ears. Only when he tried sticking his tongue up her fanny did she ease herself off him. She could barely stifle a laugh at the sight of his tangoed face. Then she really went to town on him, starting with the contents of a tiny tube of cream which she rubbed into his cock. Mark wasn’t aware of the significance of this…but he would soon find out. Anyway, a bit of cream on his cock was nothing compared to the custard in his hair, the spaghetti round his bollocks, the rice pudding and margarine smeared up his legs and of course the ketchup, liberally squirted around to leave him resembling a violent murder victim. Thank god the mattress and surrounding floor was covered in polythene.
When she was finished, the room was filled with an overpowering sweet stench. Not that Mark could smell anything with a face mask of black treacle. A fug of flour dust hung in the air. With his ankle bands loosened off, Mark felt his legs being folded back and his feet pushed up behind his ears and tied with his wrists. It was the classic self blow job position; but this was no blow job. He felt vulnerable. Taking the ice lolly out of its packet, she rimmed it around his anus. It made him flinch.
‘Nnnoooooo!’
His squeal audibly changed as the icy rod penetrated his puckered hole and slid up his bottom.
‘You d-d-dirty cow!’ he stammered, just about getting the words out on this occasion.
Boy she reamed that hole, pushing that lolly in and out whilst the biting cold anaesthetised his back passage until, at last, as it melted away to a pool of liquid, just the wooden stick poked out of his bottom. She withdrew it, pinched his nose, held open his mouth and popped the stick under his tongue. Mark was past caring. He came off the ceiling with a huge sigh.
‘That was fucking nuts’ he hissed.
She let him lie there a while in his own little world. His cock flickered into life again when she circled his nipples with her little finger and ran her nails down his chest and legs leaving a furrowed pattern on his skin. Then it became a flag-pole. He couldn’t stand any more teasing and the tone of his voice gave it away.
‘Julie….please just fuck me’ he pleaded.
Silence in the room. You could hear a bean drop.
‘It’s not Julie’ she replied.
Mark’s life was about to change forever.
To be continued....
Sisters Of Dirty - Completed
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fantastic
by matt2matt2002 » 18 Jun 2008, 19:29
OMG...
more please
more please
I think sex is better than logic
but I can't prove it.
but I can't prove it.
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by Squelch » 19 Jun 2008, 00:10
Here's the finished complete story...
Sorry, I got carried away with the naughty bits in the second half, but I hope one or two of you out there enjoy it
Tied spread-eagled to the bed with a pair of thick stockings blindfolding him, Mark needed all his remaining senses to assess what was going on. That was the metallic noise of a tin lid flipping open and the sound of scissors cutting tops off cartons. Custard cartons maybe? He heard the pop of vacuum seals off jars. Then more tins being opened. Then silence. He knew his girlfriend was still in the room-just teasing him.
There was movement on the bed. She was climbing on to join him. He felt the familiar rasp of nylon stockings over his tummy as she manoeuvred herself astride his chest. He expected something to splatter into his face or hair, but it never came. Just the familiar plopping sound of something being emptied into…?
She edged forward, the gusset of her baked bean filled knickers teasing Mark’s nose just long enough for him to feel the dampness of the fabric and smell the sweet aroma of juice before she ground her crotch into his face. A muffled yelp, roughly translated as ‘you kinky bitch!’ wasn’t enough to prise her inner thighs from around his ears. Only when he tried sticking his tongue up her fanny did she ease herself off him. She could barely stifle a laugh at the sight of his tangoed face. Then she really went to town on him, starting with the contents of a tiny tube of cream which she rubbed into his cock. Mark wasn’t aware of the significance of this…but he would soon find out. Anyway, a bit of cream on his cock was nothing compared to the custard in his hair, the spaghetti round his bollocks, the rice pudding and margarine smeared up his legs and of course the ketchup, liberally squirted around to leave him resembling a violent murder victim. Thank god the mattress and surrounding floor was covered in polythene.
When she was finished, the room was filled with an overpowering sweet stench. Not that Mark could smell anything with a face mask of black treacle. A fug of flour dust hung in the air. With his ankle bands loosened off, Mark felt his legs being folded back and his feet pushed up behind his ears and tied with his wrists. It was the classic self blow job position; but this was no blow job. He felt vulnerable. Taking the ice lolly out of its packet, she rimmed it around his anus. It made him flinch.
‘Nnnoooooo!’
His squeal audibly changed as the icy rod penetrated his puckered hole and slid up his bottom.
‘You d-d-dirty cow!’ he stammered, just about getting the words out on this occasion.
Boy she reamed that hole, pushing that lolly in and out whilst the biting cold anaesthetised his back passage until, at last, as it melted away to a pool of liquid, just the wooden stick poked out of his bottom. She withdrew it, pinched his nose, held open his mouth and popped the stick under his tongue. Mark was past caring. He came off the ceiling with a huge sigh.
‘That was fucking nuts’ he hissed.
She let him lie there a while in his own little world. His cock flickered into life again when she circled his nipples with her little finger and ran her nails down his chest and legs leaving a furrowed pattern on his skin. Then it became a flag-pole. He couldn’t stand any more teasing and the tone of his voice gave it away.
‘Julie….please just fuck me’ he pleaded.
Silence in the room. You could hear a bean drop.
‘It’s not Julie’ she replied.
Mark’s life was about to change forever.
‘Claire…Claire…is that you?’
He shook at his bonds, but every last vestige of strength had drained from his body. She pulled off the blindfold and let him take in the scene. It was Claire sure enough. The filthy hands, spatters of food all over her white bodice and bean-stained panties were a dead giveaway. And there, sat silently in the corner of the room in pristine pink lingerie with fingers buried deep in her lacy knickers was her older sister Julie.
‘Oh shit!’ Mark’s head fell back onto the bed in astonishment.
It felt like a moment for laughter. A huge sibling joke perfectly worked. But the smell of sex hung in the air and all three of them wanted it.
‘We’ve got a little surprise for you’ said Julie without a hint of irony.
‘Don’t tell me’ spluttered Mark, ‘Claire’s boyfriend is about to walk in and join us in a filthy foursome?’
Now there was laughter.
‘No, it’s a little show’ she continued. ‘And anyway she split with him last week, didn’t you dear.’
‘Oh…sorry to hear that Claire’ he said. Secretly, he wasn’t at all.
With his eyes out on stalks, Mark watched the sisters get ready for their ‘little show’. More tins, cartons and packets were opened. In disbelief he watched Claire fill her sister’s lacy knickers with a bowl of raw eggs before the favour was reciprocated and the pair stood in front of him and made omelettes in their underwear. Fucking hell! He knew Julie was open-minded but as for Claire, he had had no idea.
‘Shampoo time big sis’?’ asked Claire.
‘Don’t mind if I do’ came the reply.
Mark watched Julie wince as Claire sunk her slim fingers into a huge tub of cheap soft-spread margarine. No…surely not? With a lump of margarine the size of Mike Tyson’s fists in her hands Claire asked again:
‘You okay for this?’
Perched on the corner of the bed, Julie screwed up her eyes.
‘Just do it,’ she said.
Claire pushed the huge chunk of margarine down onto her sister’s head, wiped her hands, and then formed a little bowl in the top. The tomato soup Claire poured in to the makeshift bowl quickly filled it then poured out in long streams over Julie’s face and shoulders and down her back. Ruining his girlfriend’s lovely hair never ever failed to turn Mark on and the little pet-lip she pulled when her own sister began shampooing everything into a yellowy-orange grease ball just made it all the better.
Not that Claire had it all her own way. Her hair suffered a similar fate, only with brown sauce instead of tomato soup this time. And she was first to get her tits out. Or rather Julie got them out for her, tearing her satin top as she did so. How Mark wished he could stroke his dick. He was sure it was about to burst.
‘Girls…any chance of….’ He shook at the wrist bands. They just looked at him through bleary eyes and laughed.
‘That’ll be a ‘no’ then?’ he replied.
The pair of them were in a right fucking state now. Covered head to toe in goo and, judging by the number of times their hands had disappeared inside knickers, as randy as bitches on heat. Kicking the filthy heap of satin and lace underwear into the corner of the room, the two sisters, starkers but for their stockings, circled the bed like a pair of vultures.
Claire was first to impale herself on Mark’s angry rod, facing away from him straddling his thighs with her hands on his shins. One slurp and she was buried inside him to the hilt. Slowly at first, she began to fuck him. Then she sped up so that at each stroke, Mark was treated to the sight of his glistening dick slicing into her foaming cunt. Finally, she rode him like she was on a spacehopper, banging her bottom down into his lap then raising it to expose the tip of his cock at each bounce. She slumped forward, laughing in exhaustion at the mad fucking. Even her cunt gave a little sigh of relief as Mark’s still-solid dick sprang out and rebounded back to his belly button. He was absolutely flummoxed as to why, after that serious bit of filthy shagging, he hadn’t cum.
‘Proper little stud today aren’t we?’ sniggered Julie.
Before Mark could reply she continued; ‘I’ll have what she had…with a flake on please.’
And with that, she climbed onto the bed, filled her snatch with his dick and he was off again.
Ten minutes later she climbed off him, slid off the bed and lay on her back in a pool of slop on the floor. Mark craned his head to the edge of the bed to see his girlfriend, eyes closed, scooping handfuls of goo against her steaming cunt, partly to soothe it and partly to finish with a mind-blasting orgasm.
It was Claire’s cue for more. But this time it was different; more sensual. This was the forbidden fruit – and Mark was enjoying it. She sat on him, facing him this time, undid his wrist bonds and met him in a passionate kiss. She rose off his cock, just letting the swollen tip tickle her clitoris until her little squeaks of delight told him he had hit the spot.
Mark ran his hands through her grease-pot hairdo, then round her pretty face and finally, over her breasts. She couldn’t bear it. With both his hands under her bottom rhythmically bobbing her up and down, he felt in control again.
Julie’s plaintive cry as Mark announced he was about to cum in her sister’s cunt was just too late. It blew his mind. As he lay in post-orgasmic stupor, Claire cupped her breasts and drew her slippery nipples around his face.
‘I’m sorry’ she purred ‘I think we’ve really taken advantage of you haven’t we?’
Mark could do little more than grunt in reply.
A string of spunk hung from inside her as she climbed off the bed.
‘And don’t think you’re getting any more of that little sis’ said Julie.
But Mark wasn’t so sure. Taken advantage of or not, it felt like an experience he would gladly repeat.
And the girls never did tell him the secret of his potency – the contents of that little tube of cream. Some things, between sisters, are best left unsaid.
Sorry, I got carried away with the naughty bits in the second half, but I hope one or two of you out there enjoy it
Tied spread-eagled to the bed with a pair of thick stockings blindfolding him, Mark needed all his remaining senses to assess what was going on. That was the metallic noise of a tin lid flipping open and the sound of scissors cutting tops off cartons. Custard cartons maybe? He heard the pop of vacuum seals off jars. Then more tins being opened. Then silence. He knew his girlfriend was still in the room-just teasing him.
There was movement on the bed. She was climbing on to join him. He felt the familiar rasp of nylon stockings over his tummy as she manoeuvred herself astride his chest. He expected something to splatter into his face or hair, but it never came. Just the familiar plopping sound of something being emptied into…?
She edged forward, the gusset of her baked bean filled knickers teasing Mark’s nose just long enough for him to feel the dampness of the fabric and smell the sweet aroma of juice before she ground her crotch into his face. A muffled yelp, roughly translated as ‘you kinky bitch!’ wasn’t enough to prise her inner thighs from around his ears. Only when he tried sticking his tongue up her fanny did she ease herself off him. She could barely stifle a laugh at the sight of his tangoed face. Then she really went to town on him, starting with the contents of a tiny tube of cream which she rubbed into his cock. Mark wasn’t aware of the significance of this…but he would soon find out. Anyway, a bit of cream on his cock was nothing compared to the custard in his hair, the spaghetti round his bollocks, the rice pudding and margarine smeared up his legs and of course the ketchup, liberally squirted around to leave him resembling a violent murder victim. Thank god the mattress and surrounding floor was covered in polythene.
When she was finished, the room was filled with an overpowering sweet stench. Not that Mark could smell anything with a face mask of black treacle. A fug of flour dust hung in the air. With his ankle bands loosened off, Mark felt his legs being folded back and his feet pushed up behind his ears and tied with his wrists. It was the classic self blow job position; but this was no blow job. He felt vulnerable. Taking the ice lolly out of its packet, she rimmed it around his anus. It made him flinch.
‘Nnnoooooo!’
His squeal audibly changed as the icy rod penetrated his puckered hole and slid up his bottom.
‘You d-d-dirty cow!’ he stammered, just about getting the words out on this occasion.
Boy she reamed that hole, pushing that lolly in and out whilst the biting cold anaesthetised his back passage until, at last, as it melted away to a pool of liquid, just the wooden stick poked out of his bottom. She withdrew it, pinched his nose, held open his mouth and popped the stick under his tongue. Mark was past caring. He came off the ceiling with a huge sigh.
‘That was fucking nuts’ he hissed.
She let him lie there a while in his own little world. His cock flickered into life again when she circled his nipples with her little finger and ran her nails down his chest and legs leaving a furrowed pattern on his skin. Then it became a flag-pole. He couldn’t stand any more teasing and the tone of his voice gave it away.
‘Julie….please just fuck me’ he pleaded.
Silence in the room. You could hear a bean drop.
‘It’s not Julie’ she replied.
Mark’s life was about to change forever.
‘Claire…Claire…is that you?’
He shook at his bonds, but every last vestige of strength had drained from his body. She pulled off the blindfold and let him take in the scene. It was Claire sure enough. The filthy hands, spatters of food all over her white bodice and bean-stained panties were a dead giveaway. And there, sat silently in the corner of the room in pristine pink lingerie with fingers buried deep in her lacy knickers was her older sister Julie.
‘Oh shit!’ Mark’s head fell back onto the bed in astonishment.
It felt like a moment for laughter. A huge sibling joke perfectly worked. But the smell of sex hung in the air and all three of them wanted it.
‘We’ve got a little surprise for you’ said Julie without a hint of irony.
‘Don’t tell me’ spluttered Mark, ‘Claire’s boyfriend is about to walk in and join us in a filthy foursome?’
Now there was laughter.
‘No, it’s a little show’ she continued. ‘And anyway she split with him last week, didn’t you dear.’
‘Oh…sorry to hear that Claire’ he said. Secretly, he wasn’t at all.
With his eyes out on stalks, Mark watched the sisters get ready for their ‘little show’. More tins, cartons and packets were opened. In disbelief he watched Claire fill her sister’s lacy knickers with a bowl of raw eggs before the favour was reciprocated and the pair stood in front of him and made omelettes in their underwear. Fucking hell! He knew Julie was open-minded but as for Claire, he had had no idea.
‘Shampoo time big sis’?’ asked Claire.
‘Don’t mind if I do’ came the reply.
Mark watched Julie wince as Claire sunk her slim fingers into a huge tub of cheap soft-spread margarine. No…surely not? With a lump of margarine the size of Mike Tyson’s fists in her hands Claire asked again:
‘You okay for this?’
Perched on the corner of the bed, Julie screwed up her eyes.
‘Just do it,’ she said.
Claire pushed the huge chunk of margarine down onto her sister’s head, wiped her hands, and then formed a little bowl in the top. The tomato soup Claire poured in to the makeshift bowl quickly filled it then poured out in long streams over Julie’s face and shoulders and down her back. Ruining his girlfriend’s lovely hair never ever failed to turn Mark on and the little pet-lip she pulled when her own sister began shampooing everything into a yellowy-orange grease ball just made it all the better.
Not that Claire had it all her own way. Her hair suffered a similar fate, only with brown sauce instead of tomato soup this time. And she was first to get her tits out. Or rather Julie got them out for her, tearing her satin top as she did so. How Mark wished he could stroke his dick. He was sure it was about to burst.
‘Girls…any chance of….’ He shook at the wrist bands. They just looked at him through bleary eyes and laughed.
‘That’ll be a ‘no’ then?’ he replied.
The pair of them were in a right fucking state now. Covered head to toe in goo and, judging by the number of times their hands had disappeared inside knickers, as randy as bitches on heat. Kicking the filthy heap of satin and lace underwear into the corner of the room, the two sisters, starkers but for their stockings, circled the bed like a pair of vultures.
Claire was first to impale herself on Mark’s angry rod, facing away from him straddling his thighs with her hands on his shins. One slurp and she was buried inside him to the hilt. Slowly at first, she began to fuck him. Then she sped up so that at each stroke, Mark was treated to the sight of his glistening dick slicing into her foaming cunt. Finally, she rode him like she was on a spacehopper, banging her bottom down into his lap then raising it to expose the tip of his cock at each bounce. She slumped forward, laughing in exhaustion at the mad fucking. Even her cunt gave a little sigh of relief as Mark’s still-solid dick sprang out and rebounded back to his belly button. He was absolutely flummoxed as to why, after that serious bit of filthy shagging, he hadn’t cum.
‘Proper little stud today aren’t we?’ sniggered Julie.
Before Mark could reply she continued; ‘I’ll have what she had…with a flake on please.’
And with that, she climbed onto the bed, filled her snatch with his dick and he was off again.
Ten minutes later she climbed off him, slid off the bed and lay on her back in a pool of slop on the floor. Mark craned his head to the edge of the bed to see his girlfriend, eyes closed, scooping handfuls of goo against her steaming cunt, partly to soothe it and partly to finish with a mind-blasting orgasm.
It was Claire’s cue for more. But this time it was different; more sensual. This was the forbidden fruit – and Mark was enjoying it. She sat on him, facing him this time, undid his wrist bonds and met him in a passionate kiss. She rose off his cock, just letting the swollen tip tickle her clitoris until her little squeaks of delight told him he had hit the spot.
Mark ran his hands through her grease-pot hairdo, then round her pretty face and finally, over her breasts. She couldn’t bear it. With both his hands under her bottom rhythmically bobbing her up and down, he felt in control again.
Julie’s plaintive cry as Mark announced he was about to cum in her sister’s cunt was just too late. It blew his mind. As he lay in post-orgasmic stupor, Claire cupped her breasts and drew her slippery nipples around his face.
‘I’m sorry’ she purred ‘I think we’ve really taken advantage of you haven’t we?’
Mark could do little more than grunt in reply.
A string of spunk hung from inside her as she climbed off the bed.
‘And don’t think you’re getting any more of that little sis’ said Julie.
But Mark wasn’t so sure. Taken advantage of or not, it felt like an experience he would gladly repeat.
And the girls never did tell him the secret of his potency – the contents of that little tube of cream. Some things, between sisters, are best left unsaid.
by paulthepieman » 19 Jun 2008, 13:18
Hi Squelch
Fantastic story, really loved it.
Have to ask is the story from personal experience and if so can I meet Julie and Claire.
Keep up the work mate.
Paul
Fantastic story, really loved it.
Have to ask is the story from personal experience and if so can I meet Julie and Claire.
Keep up the work mate.
Paul
Pie Pie for now
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by muckypup » 19 Jun 2008, 22:31
No need to apologise for anything, the filthier the better 
Loved the story, especially the little bowl they made and little bits like that
Hope to hear more soon.
Loved the story, especially the little bowl they made and little bits like that
Hope to hear more soon.
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