Jon and me 3
Jon said "I want to fuck you". I didn't know how to respond. Of course I wanted him inside me. To feel that incredible, not to be believed cock inside my body, but there was no way. I had used things up my ass many times, going for the big stretch, but his cock? The biggest thing I had used on myself was a soda can, and he was way bigger than that. Not as big as my leg I thought, or at least not as big as my thigh, but probably at least the size of my lower leg.
He saw the indecision on my face and hastily assured me that it was something we would work up to, not right this minute. I just had time to smile at him when my phone rang. Oh shit! It could be my mom, I had forgotten to call her. I dashed across the room, tracked down my phone, saw it was my Mom and answered it. She was wondering what had happened to me. I was always honest with her, well, at least partly, so told her I had run into Jon Vinson...You know Jon Mom, you've heard me talk about him. "oh yes, she replied, you like him don't you?" "Yes, Mom, I do. We're just going to hang out, then run over to school, he's going to show me some stuff that might work for managing the equipment. We might get back late, OK if I stay at his place tonight?" I raised my eyebrows at Jon, and he smiled back like that was the best idea in the world. She said yes, and my heart leapt.
I hung up and once again jumped on Jon's lap and gave him a huge kiss. I was dying to start working on taking his cock. I stood up and held it between us and started nibbling on his cock, swabbing the head with my tongue. He warned to be careful, he needed to piss. I just grinned at him, leaned forward to give him a kiss, then spread his foreskin to cover the lower part of my face, and waited for him to pee. I had wanted this for some time, his piss in my stomach. Not just for the thrill of drinking him down, but I found the idea of me pissing later, knowing that it was his piss coming out of my cock, to be terrifically exciting. I wanted to piss in a bottle, then drink it back down. Urine was going to be the only thing I drank for the rest of my life, just recycling Jon's piss forever. Of course he would have to top it off... but that would be fine. We both could do that!
Oh no! Here I go again, thinking all these things, making plans, but not even knowing how he really felt about me. Shit!, I was probably just a fling to him, he wouldn't want to see me again. I started to tear up at that thought. I had worshiped him for so long and now I was going to ruin it. Once again, reading my expression, he asked what was wrong. Fighting back tears I told him how I felt about him but knew that I was just a kid to him, a toy for the moment. He took my face in his hands and said that he didn't know where things would end up, but right now he just wanted to be with me, not as a toy, but as someone he felt attracted to and would like to be with, seeing where it might go.
Good enough for me! We held each other tight and kissed. The shit caked over our bodies had started to dry and was flaking off as we embraced. His cock was still trapped between our bodies. I leaned back, looking him in the eyes, and reminded him he needed to pee. I gathered up some of the loose, semi-dry shit and packed it into his foreskin, once again spreading it open and over the lower part of my face. I just looked at him, with these slightly impish eyes, and waited for him to start peeing. I thought I was ready for his flow, but not even close. He pissed like a racehorse! I swallowed as fast as I could, swallowing some of the shit that had mixed with his urine, but I couldn't keep up. His foreskin ballooned out before leaking in several places and washing down between us. Some of it jetted up my nose and back out into his foreskin. I didn't want to miss a drop and frantically eyed him, trying to get him to stop so I could catch up. He did, and I was able to take a breath, and get ready for the next load. I could only take maybe half a cup at a time without losing any, so Jon would pee until his foreskin was full, then stop until I could drink it all down. He probably did this six or seven times. I was in heaven, but carefully so, as I had to control my breathing to not miss any of his urine. Finally his stream began to slow and I could drink without pause. By the time he had finished I was satisfied for the moment, wonderfully satisfied. My belly full of his piss.
There was still a room inside me though, enough for other things. I knew he hadn't cum yet, and in my selfish and greedy way had been more interested in my orgasms than his, but now I wanted him to cum. I pushed him back onto the bed, got off and asked him where some plastic wrap might be. He told me and I got the roll out of a kitchen drawer. I went over to his massive turd that still lay on the bed, pretty much untouched. I pulled away the lower half of firmish shit and wrapped the top foot of hard shit to keep it from drying out and set it aside. Taking a large handful of the remaining turd I climbed up on him again, straddling his hips. I coated the top seven or eight inches of his cock with a thick layer of his shit and began to stroke him off. I needed both hands to try and encircle his dick, and a fair amount of shit squeezed out between my fingers. I would tongue it up, give three chews and with some difficulty swallow it down. I liked to try and swallow shit when it was as firm as possible. I used to watch my throat in the mirror when I ate my own shit so I could see it going down. I did the same for Jon. I grabbed another handful, spread a thick glob on each of my nipples and applied the rest to his cock.
I climbed off of him and knelt alongside him and bent over. I had seen him frequently eyeing my big nipples, the only extraordinary part of my body. I leant over further, my chest just above his mouth and he immediately attacked my nipples. He licked off the shit, swallowed it and began sucking hard. I used clamps on my nipples all the time, with weights, and over time they had become fairly tough. He chewed lightly on them, and noticed how my cock throbbed at this.
I scooped up more shit and spread a generous coating over my asshole. I took his hand and guided it to my ass. He quickly slid a finger inside and began to pump me. I tried to straighten up, but he gripped the base of one of my nipples in his teeth. I straightened more and we both watched my tit pull away from my body until his teeth slid down my nipple and it popped free. I pressed his cock against my chest and rubbed it up and down, while trying to mouth the head. My erect cock, hard caked with a thick layer of shit rubbed over his side as I humped against him. I jerked his cock faster, pushing it hard over my nipple, bending the nipple back and forth. He had worked three fingers inside me, then withdrew them, took up shit from wherever he could find it, off our bodies or laying on the bed and began to cram it up my ass. His eyes closed and he thrust his hips up rapidly. His cock was now slamming against my face, smearing shit all over it, from my hairline to my chin. He wildly slammed his hand against my ass, pushing in my shit, now the tips of four fingers entering me, almost lifting me up. He began snorting through his nose and with one final shove of his cock began to cum. I shoved his spewing cock against my wide open mouth, not even trying to swallow it was coming out so fast and hard. Instead I just held it there and let the force of his orgasm push it down my throat. I bet I swallowed at least a third of what he shot. More cum than I did in a week. It seemed his giant cock and balls produced a commensurate amount of cum.
When he finished, his rigid body settling back down onto the bed, he lay there panting. His cum was all over me, dripping off my face, running out my nose, falling off my nipples. I could hear little pats of dripping cum raining down on his body. I felt so satisfied that I could make him orgasm, and he was clearly satisfied, judging by the smile on his face. I laid blissfully on top of him, feeling my body rise and fall with his breathing, sliding a bit on his chest, slick with semen.
I took stock of what I was feeling, and how. His cock was wedged between us, softer now. Mine was between us also, but still hard. I don't think my cock was soft more than a few minutes over the past few hours. My ass felt open, yet stuffed with the shit he had forced up there. My skin was taut from drying shit. I was on top of someone I had worshipped for the past couple of years. I was happy!
I eventually started to get up. He had cum so much that the drying shit had absorbed much of it and I had to peel myself away from his body. I stood next to him, not believing this was all happening. He looked up at me and called me beautiful...me! My heart leapt with joy.
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I had to piss bad by this time. It was too soon I thought, for his piss to have passed through me yet, but I wanted to preserve it anyway. I reached over him and took some of the last of his shit on the bed and began to lightly stroke my cock. I told him I had to pee and asked if it would be alright if I pissed up him? He just smiled and said of course. I reached for the last big handful of shit and slowly shoved it up his ass, working my hand in just past his anal ring, then working around inside his ass, spreading it all over. I shoved my hard cock in his ass and didn't even try to fuck him. I just stood there, waiting until I could urinate. Finally I began to piss. Fitfully at first, then with a strong stream. It seemed to go on endlessly. A little bit began to leak out of him so I quickly used both hands to grasp his ever protruding ass lips and seal off any leaks. When I finished I carefully withdrew my cock and grasped his lips as close to his anus as possible. This left just about an inch of his lips sticking out past my hands. I bent over and opened my mouth wide and sucked in his ass lips while releasing my hands. A torrent of my piss and his shit flooded my mouth, and once again I was drinking as fast as I could. This time I wasn't careful about getting it all, I just let it flow into me, the rest soaking my face. The chunks of his feces pouring out of him were small enough to swallow whole, and it all just poured down me.
Jon was watching this with a hungry look on his face. As soon as the flood of wonderful filth emptied from inside of him, he jumped to his feet, came around, picked me up and set me on my hands and knees on the bed. He rubbed his hand on the cum/shit slime mixture coating his chest and quickly plunged three fingers straight into my ass, yanked them out then rammed four fingers in. I groaned both in lust and pain at his attack. Over and over he shoved his fingers into me. Sometimes in the shape of a cone, sometimes with his hand flat. My ass began to burn, but I didn't want him to stop. As he pulled out, then shoved back in, there was a difference, his hand was wider, his thumb was tucked against his palm. Relentlessly he pummeled my ass until I was knocked down onto the bed. My legs were splayed out, flopping around as he slammed against me. He was knocking me so far up the bed I had to put my arms against the headboard.
I was moaning constantly. I was his to do whatever he wanted to me, and I wanted it all. I found myself calling for him to push harder, to fuck my soul with his fist, abuse me, make me yours. His hand was not as big as his cock by quite a bit but still it was bigger than anything I've ever taken. Suddenly he stopped and started a slow grinding and twisting motion. I couldn't tell for sure how far his hand was in me, but I could still feel my hole expanding. My ass ring burned insanely with this slow grinding, it was heaven. I had to use all my strength to push back against him. Now he was pushing straight in, no twisting motion. I pushed against the headboard with everything I had, but he was so much more powerful than me. My arms gave way and he began to push me up the bed. My cock was rolled under my body until it was pointed down between my legs. He grabbed my cock and balls at the base with his other hand and pulled me back against the hand in my ass. I felt my asshole climbing still higher on his hand, way past what I thought it was capable of. I couldn't tell if he was pushing my pelvis aside, but it felt so. My ass was in agony and I wanted him to abuse me more. I wanted to be this thing that existed for his pleasure, my only reason for existing would be to serve him. It was giving me pleasure to though, the idea of his hand inside me was intense, but even more intense was the sensation of my asshole opening to him. The exquisite pleasure of being spread apart.
Then, with a rush his hand slid inside me and there was relief in my ass ring. Everything went silent it seemed and I floated in space, Jon's hand inside, my Jon, had part of himself inside my body. I could feel everything, my swollen nipples against the bed, his tight grasp crushing my balls, my legs quivering. I wasn't able to dwell on the wonder of that feeling for long though. After just a few moments he slowly withdrew his hand until just at the widest part, then he plunged it back inside. Over and over, never slowing, never releasing my cock and balls, just endlessly fisting my sore ass hole. My ass began to slacken, to feel lose and rubbery. He unbelievably began to quicken his pace. The rest of my body became meaningless, I was just a hole for him to use. Every bit of my being was centered on my asshole and the hand that was pounding into me. I began to babble, begging him to go deeper and faster, harder even, more punishing. My body was flopping on the bed, only anchored by his tight grip on my cock and balls and his hand exploding in my ass.
It was too much and I began to cum. I had lost all control, all I could do was go along for the ride. Every fiber of my body concentrating on my intense orgasm, my spewing cock and destroyed anus. Cumming was all there was, ripped out of me by the intensity of his fisting, the punching, battering of my anus. Swollen and grasping at his wrist, my ass spasmed on his hand. My anal ring bruising his wrist as it clenched and unclenched over and over.
I started down from my orgasm, but it didn't matter to Jon, he just kept going. The hand grasping my balls and cock had gotten slippery from cum, so it was sliding along my ball sac, almost pulling my balls through his clenched fist. They were crushed as he drove his fist in me, then the pressure on them relaxing as he pulled out. He was in rhythm, one hand shoving me forward, one pulling me back. My body was like a feather in his hands, jerking me around, pulling me further down the bed now until my legs were dangling off the end. Further he pulled me, never stopping his fisting, but yanking even harder on my genitals. With a great tug he jerked me off the bed so I was suspended in air, my legs, arms, torso and head flailing about. Only occasionally supporting my weight on the floor as he pushed his hand into me Then I would be lifted off the floor as his hand came out my genitals being all that held me up. My body flopped as he simultaneously fisted my ass and suspended me from my cock and balls. I screamed in agony, of lust and abuse as I begged him to fuck me more and more. I don't know exactly what I was shouting but I know it was about more, about opening me up until he could fit his cock in me, battering beyond human belief until I could serve him totally.
I came again, a meager amount of cum ejecting from my cock as he fucked me without mercy. He closed his fist and drove it into me, punching my hole wildly. My cock spattering cum, he released it and my balls from his tight grasp. I hung off that closed fist in my body, limp, dangling at the end of his arm. I began to slowly slide down his fist until I dropped and collapsed onto the floor, my ass in the air, my cock dribbling cum, remnants of shit and piss oozing from my ass.
I could hear him sucking in great breaths of air as I also tried to recover. I heard him move, stepping away from me, then the sound of plastic as he unwrapped his huge hard turd. He pressed the massive turd against my anus and slowly shoved it inside of me. He pushed it in deep, past my rectum and into my descending colon. With that he lifted me up and into his arms. I snuggled against him, our bodies sticky. He held me for a bit, then whispered, "Time to get cleaned up".