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Townies The cool people from high school are always so different from the rest of us. They get special treatment and people love them instantly. I wasn't a loser, but I wasn't a cool kid, either. I was just one of the regular people that blended in. There was Tom and Matt, the coolest of the cool. Jane and Fawn, the cool girls. But the cool people I always thought were special were the two bad girls, Nash and Ang. Both of them were latina and smokin hot. But they both got into trouble a lot. Smoking and drinking. Nash even got in trouble for something that never got proven, but it was alleged that she yelled at one of the male teachers so bad that he cried. Mr. Baldwin left the school, so maybe it was true. Nash and Ang were cool. Skateboarder cool. I was always really bad at skateboarding, but I tried. There was Dash and Radley, their boyfriends, who were much better skaters. Not that it mattered, we graduated and went our separate ways with Nash and Ang never knowing my name. I went to school and then on to a nice career in IT. I moved far away and got involved with a nice girl next door type. Melly was nice enough, but I got restless. I dumped her last year before my 26th birthday and spent the last year building up my savings. I looked at my life and saw a great career, but nothing to really show for it but some money. So I did something stupid and rash. I went online and saw that there was a really nice, big house with a farm and a yard and a barn and another building on the property that looked really nice. It was so much cheaper than I thought because I'd been living in a big city. Here was my hometown and one of the nicer homes on the edge of the town. I thought that the fresh air would do me some good, so I called the seller and we worked out a deal. I paid straight cash and we avoided all the realtor fees and lawyer fees. My friend who is an attorney did all the looking over and said it was legit. I moved in immediately and it was a beautiful place. I thought there had to be some catch, but the old man in his late 50s who lived there just wanted to have the cash ready for his grandkids, he'd said. He only had the one, but wanted to downgrade his home space. I really did think something would go wrong, but nothing did! The home space was very nice and updated. Modern, but rustic in a way. There was a barn. He'd sold all the tools and equipment, as per our agreement. The red barn was empty, but he said it had the right layout to convert into like a bachelor pad. Maybe I'll take up construction or DIY projects. The second building on the lot was almost like a second home. It was white and had a black roof and black shudders that were fixed to the outside, just like the house. When I opened it, there were a few rooms and it looked like a repurposed church, almost. There wasn't much in it, but it could serve as kind of a play room and a spare few rooms for guests. I checked out the farmland and saw how big my new place really was. There was a forest on the edge, too. Really cool stuff. After a few weeks getting the land up and running, I started to get some visitors. Old townies and people that kind of came up without knowing me. Asking me about the place and how it came to be I now owned it. I was really proud, so I talked it up. I ended up turning the second home into a kind of theater and called over a few of my old buddies from high school. Most of them moved away, but some were still there. We'd had a bit to drink when my friend Sammy said, "Let's go to Horner's!" The group was in agreement and we headed to one of the four bars in town, Horner's. Horner's is probably exactly what you're thinking about. Dark and gross. There's a no smoking ordinance, but Horner's is the one bar that ignores it. There's even a "Smoking" box that all the smoker's pay into to pay the money they get hit with when the cops do their jobs. It was here at Horner's that my heart skipped. Right there at the pool table was Nash and Ang. Both had gained a little weight, like most people do after high school. Nash was wearing a black top that showed her amazing tits and these light jeans that showed off her perfect ass. It had gotten more full and round. I was lusting immediately. Ang was wearing a hoodie and leggings. The hoodie covered her ass, until she bent over to shoot and I saw how the leggings shaped her giant ass. Ang is taller at about 5'6" and Nash is only about 5'2". Ang looks like a very full Ana De Armas and Nash has a Latina Sandra Bullock thing going on. Neither of them were fat, but Ang was probably only a few sandwiches away. Nash kept things more tight, but still had a very nice and full shape. I could hear them laughing as they played their game. With just enough liquid courage, I walked up to them. "Are you guys playing doubles? Or is it just you two?" Both of them looked at me like I was the biggest weirdo on earth. Ang finally said, "Marco?! Is that you?!" I couldn't believe it, "You know my name?" "Of course we do! You were always so nice! How are you?" It was Nash, giving me a hug. And then the night just sort of went with us catching up. Nash had a kid almost right after high school. He was a good, bright kid who split time with her and the dad. They never got married and never really were together, but the co-parent great. Ang had three kids, all the same dad, but they decided to get a divorce about two years ago. It was apparently very much a clean break and he was with the kids that night. I told them what I'd been up to and Nash punched my shoulder, "Shut up! That was where I grew up! That's my dad's old place! He said he got a nice deal, that both of you came out on top!" I laughed and agreed, "Do you guys want to see what I've done with it?" They agreed and we called an Uber. The guys were all getting wasted and didn't really care. When we got back, Nash went from room to room and was reminiscing about memories made in the place. She talked about how she was glad she knew who bought it so she could drop by if she was ever missing it. Ang started to get a little flirtatious, around this time, and I was definitely into it. I honestly would have been with either because these were the two girls I was in love with. Nash said she was going to check the barn and the other house. And with that, it was like Ang flipped into an animal. She was kissing me and I found myself unable to resist. We pushed ourselves drunkenly into my bedroom. She was biting my ear and ripping at my clothes. She growled, "You like that? You like when I get you naked?" "Yes. I want to fuck you so hard." "Fuck me hard after you earn it. After you earn my pussy." I found myself so close to the edge when I shoved her onto the bed. I pulled down her leggings and went to work with my tongue on her pussy. There was a slight funk because she was clearly not expecting to get laid, but I powered through and licked to spread her labia. I was on her clit for not even 2 minutes when started to buck and scream. She took my face into her hands and I looked into her eyes. Ang said through a smile, "I think you earned it." But the door opened and she pulled up her pants. Nash was back. "The theater looks so cool! You're doing a great job here, Marco. And welcome back! I hope we see more of you! Ready, Ang?" Ang bit her lip and did that cute step out that women do, "Yeah. I guess it's late." She looked at me over her shoulder and waved. I spent the rest of the night thinking about her... --------- The next morning I thought I'd have a hangover, but then I remembered that I really didn't drink. I was just drunk on Ang. I went to text her, but there was a knock at the door. Weird. I went to the door and Nash was standing there, wearing leggings and a hoodie. Different from Ang's outfit, but very similar. Nash came in and I asked if she wanted coffee. She declined. I was going to pour myself some, but I heard her say... "Actually, I came over because..." When I turned around I bumped into her. She started to kiss me!!! Nash had these full lips and was pulling my pants down, but I wanted to show her how I like to give pleasure and put her on the island. I pulled down her pants her bare ass slapped on the granite. She said, "It's cold." "Then let me warm you up." I went to work on her pussy and licked her for 10 minutes before she sat up and pushed me to the ground. She rode my face on the kitchen floor until she started to scream. When she was done cumming, she pulled my hair and lifted my face into her pussy before releasing my head to hit the ground. "That was amazing. Now, let me help you..." She led me to the bedroom and pulled a rope out of a backpack she'd brought with. Nash was ready for this... She got me naked and asked it I wanted to be tied up. I said yes and she tied me to the bed. Nash said, sexily, "What is it you like, most?" "I love..." Before I could say anything, we heard the door. I wasn't expecting anyone. "Hey loverboy. I thought we could pick up where we left off..." It was Ang... Nash said, "Who the fuck?" and left the room. I heard Ang and Nash talking, and then both of them came into the room. Ang started, "So you thought you could just use your tongue on me and then fuck my friend?" "It's not what it looks like! You both came onto me and I didn't know how to say no to either of you!" Nash looked disgusted, "You sick fuck. You couldn't choose, so you thought you'd have us both?" Ang said, "This is like that high school dork that tried to hit on both of us. You made him fucking cry." Nash said, "I did. But I have a better idea for this guy. Something I've wanted to do for awhile." Ang's mouth curled into a sneer, "Ohhhh, I know what you're thinking. Oh, you're in trouble. Because I'm gonna do it, too." I was so scared, "Do what?" Nash smirked, "I'm gonna go get that coffee, after all." ------ I had been tied down for about 20 minutes, thrashing every now and then. Nash and Ang were both sitting in chairs they'd pulled into the bedroom and sipping coffee. They whispered to each other every now and then, chuckling. Nash finally spoke to me, "Which of us do you want to go first, Marco?" "Go first for what?" Nash said, "Just say me, or Ang." "You or-" Nash stood up and sighed, "Ok, Ang. Looks like I go first!" Ang faked disappointment, "Ah, no fair! Hahaha. I guess he'll just have to be EXTRA hungry for me, huh?" Hungry? Nash got up on the bed and pulled down her pants, facing away from me. Then she began to squat, pointing her ass squarely at my face. Hungry! She was going to make me eat her ass!!! "Now, here's the deal. You're going to lick my ass and eat my ass like it's your favorite thing you've ever eaten. Kiss my asshole if you understand." I puckered up put a big kiss right on her anus. Just as I did so, a big fart met my lips. "Oh, yeah. I'm probably going to fart a lot while you're back there. If it stinks too much, just remember that you were going to fuck both me and my friend. Then remember that I could be doing much, much worse to you. So be sure to thank me for farting in your face, farting in your mouth, and farting down your throat." "Thank you, Nash, for letting me kiss your farting asshole." She obliged my gratitude with another fart. Nash had big farts, too. Each one was a big PPPPUUUHHHTTT. Dry, thankfully. I spent the next 10 minutes gently kissing her butt cheeks and then making my way to her hole. She always waited for me to kiss her anus when she would release a fart. If I didn't thank her fast enough, she would sit hard on my face, depriving me of air. And so we got into a nice rhythm. Kiss her left ass cheek, high. Kiss her left ass cheek middle. Kiss her left ass cheek, low. Kiss her anus. SSSPLAAHHHH "Thank you for letting me kiss your farting ass." The farts stunk so bad. The only way to describe her farts was just like rancid shit. She laughed so loud as the first one got sucked into my nose. Kiss her right ass cheek high. Kiss her right ass cheek middle. Kiss her right ass cheek low. Kiss her asshole. FFFAAARRRRR "Thank you for letting me kiss your fart." Kiss her left ass cheek, high. Kiss her left ass cheek middle. Kiss her left ass cheek, low. Kiss her butthole. BLLLLPPPPP "Thank you for letting me kiss your farting ass." Kiss her right ass cheek high. Kiss her right ass cheek middle. Kiss her right ass cheek low. "Open your mouth for this one, slave." Place my mouth over her asshole. FFFAAARRRRR "Thank you for farting down my throat." Nash didn't move with my mouth open under her asshole. She didn't say anything, but I smelled something much stronger than her disgusting farts. I tried to look down and saw a very small piece of her shit fall into my mouth and I began to thrash. Nash and Ang were laughing so loud that if I had any neighbors, they'd have heard. But we were all alone. Nash was victorious over me and looked back at me over over shoulder as we made eye contact and said, "What's that taste like, huh? What does my SHIT taste like? Do you like it? Say that you like it, boy!" I had this small nugget of poop at the back of my throat and I didn't really taste it. I gagged. That only made Ang and Nash laugh harder. I said, "I love it. I love your shit. Thank you for shitting in my mouth. Thank you for letting me be your toilet." Ang said, "If you love it. Eat it. Eat her shit." I swallowed it whole and almost threw up. Nash and Ang couldn't stop laughing now. Ang said, "Come on. It's my turn. Suck your tongue clean, slave. I don't want Nash's shit on my ass." They sat for 15 minutes while my saliva cleaned out my mouth. I showed Ang my tongue and she was finally happy. Ang was much more aggressive with sitting on my face. She didn't really have me even kiss her ass cheeks, she just said, "Open up and get your tongue as deep in my asshole as it will go." Immediately, Ang's big butt was on my face and I was plunged into a world of just ass cheeks and an asshole to service. I did my absolute best, craning my neck to stick my tongue up into her rectum, pushing past her sphincter. She grabbed the restraints and pushed down, depriving me of oxygen as she shoved my tongue deeper into her asshole. "I can feel him. He's so far up there! Unfortunately, I think it's making me feel like I've gotta shit." I started to scream, but it was muffled. I was begging her not to, but she pretended to not hear. Ang said, "Oh, are you begging me to shit? I mean, if you don't mind, then I definitely can. But only because you want me to." Without any more warning, Ang lifted herself up and began to shit right as I was screaming, "Ahhhh!" But my screaming made my mouth open wide as she began shitting a massive dump. It started out with a long, perfectly smooth light brown turd that coiled around my face. She didn't stop, though, and another turd exited. This one went over my eyes and I couldn't see anything, now. I felt the heat and the weight continue to increase, though. She just kept shitting. They were at least kind of fluffy. Ang was laughing and unloading and said, "I have never had someone's tongue up my ass, like that! It really makes you shit! God!!! It stinks so bad! Poor us! Eat it, slave! Eat my shit faster so we don't have to smell it!" Nash laughed, "I love that you're concerned about us having to smell it while you expect him to eat it. That's so mean! I love it!" I did as I was commanded and began eating Ang's light and fluffy turds. They stunk so bad and I finally got what I could reach down. Just then, I felt more shit being moved from other parts of my face and moved into my mouth. Ang said, "We got your cooking utensils to move my shit into your mouth." They kept laughing at me until I was finally done. Nash then couldn't contain herself as she walked over to the bed, laughing, "Are you sorry, bitch? Sorry you tried to fuck us both?" "I didn't try to fuck either of you! You both came onto me! I'm sorry, but I thought you both knew!" Ang shook her head, "He hasn't learned, has he?" Nash smirked, "No. But I think I can give him a final lesson..." She pulled out a camping toilet I hadn't yet put away from packing and placed it over my face. I said weakly, "Please..." "Unless you're going to say, "please let me eat your shit, goddess", you can save it. I am going to use you as my toilet, slave." Nash then got up on the bed and I saw her perfect ass cheeks separate and expose her asshole above me. She wasted no time in releasing her waste and I soon had 3 very dense, dark brown turds in my mouth and on my face. I was crying, now. This shit stunk so much worse than Ang's. Ang said, "I have to leave the room. That's fucking gross. That stinks so bad!" Nash said, "Good. Now.. Flush, toilet." I was able to eat all three turds on my own, but they were so thick and tasted so much worse than Ang's. Finally, I was done. Nash then farted a huge fart and laughed. I saw her shaking in the chair as another fart SPLLLLLURRRRRRRTTTTTSSSSSS And a wave of muddy shit filled my mouth and nose. I swallowed instinctively and kept eating her shit almost as fast as she was letting it go. One mouthful. Two mouthfuls. Until it was 6 mouthfuls of shit down. It was in my nose and it was all I could smell. I was sick and weak. I had no fight left when Nash got off the chair and my bed. She didn't say anything and an hour later I realized they had probably left. I could barely see because of the shit from these two women was caked around my eyes. I looked down and realized I still had an erection. Had this turned me on? I finally tried to get free and after almost the whole day, I got a rope loose enough. I was able to untie myself and get out. When I went into my kitchen, there was a laptop that was wide open with a video. It was the two women farting on me. Me kissing their asses. Me eating their shits. I cried and then saw a note behind the computer. "We'll do this again sometime. Glad you liked it, slave." Both their numbers were written on it. Maybe I should give them a call...
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