She licked and kissed Jack's feet without waiting to be told. She fucked three fingers from each of her bound hands deep inside her swampy cunt. A tiny orgasm tickled through her body and Rachel moaned with ecstasy. Even the burning agony of holding the enema inside her felt like another kind of pleasure.
Rachel slithered her wet, pink tongue between Jack's toes, licking away the filth and sweat which collected there. She sucked his toes between her lips one at a time, suckling them like tiny cocks, rolling her tongue over them. She ran her tongue like a paintbrush over the dirty soles of his feet, washing away every trace of filth.
Jack's feet smelled as though he hadn't washed them in months. Rachel washed them clean with her soft tongue and sweet lips, then dried them by wiping her face all over them. She pulled on her swollen cunt-lips and fucked six fingers into the clasping hole until cunt-slime poured down into her palms.
"Take my shirt off," Jack said suddenly. "With your mouth."
Rachel whined in frustration. She slithered up between Jack's legs, dragging her mammoth tits over his rock-hard cock. Jack giggled at the sight of her belly, which had been swollen into a plump little mound by the quarts of toilet water he had pumped up her ass. He laughed even louder when he got a good look at the brutal way Rachel was yanking on her cunt-lips and spearing her fingers up inside her body. It looked like she wanted to tear her pussy-lips off and stab herself to death with her fingers.
Rachel played her tongue over the buttons of Jack's shirt. Tears were running down her face, tears of pain from the strain of holding the enema and tears of sexual frustration. It seemed to take forever for her to slip the buttons open down the front of his shirt. Then she had to open the buttons on his shirt cuffs. Jack made her lick and suck his fingers before he let her open those. Rachel washed his hands with her tongue and lips until they were cleaner than they had been in months. After she teased the buttons open, she bit his collar and pulled his shirt down his arms.
"Lick your way down to my pants," Jack said cruelly, grabbing Rachel's big tits once more and smashing them flat against her trembling, sexy body. "You use that mouth so good, Rachel. Use it some more."
Rachel was shaking. Drops of toilet water were squeezing out of her asshole. Pussy-cream, mixed with the clotted remnants of the four loads of jism that had been pumped inside her, slithered down her wrists.
She dipped her lips to his shoulder and nibbled her way across his broad chest. His chest wasn't hairy at all. Rachel dragged her wet lips over his smooth skin, slipping her tongue out of her mouth to tease at his tiny nipples. She took each of the little spikes into her mouth and sucked them gently while Jack was grinding her nipples savagely between his powerful fingers. She licked her way across his ribcage and down his sides.
Jack made her nuzzle his hairy armpits, and Rachel gagged when he closed his muscular arm down over her head, trapping her face in the smelly cavity. She ran her tongue over the patches of sweaty hair under each arm. She kissed the cavity and sucked the hair gently into her mouth, tugging at it softly with her teeth. By the time Jack let her travel back down his sides, his armpits smelled fresh and Rachel felt as though she had tongue-washed a basket of jockstraps.
"Tell me about my body," Jack said as Rachel licked her way down his stomach. "Tell me how sexy I am. How my body is turning you on."
There was a fine line of hair up the center of his stomach, and Rachel was soaking it with her spit and then licking it dry. She was tearing at her cunt savagely with both hands, knifing her fingers deep inside while she stretched her pussylips. Her asshole was numb from the strain of holding back the toilet water and the muscles in her stomach were cramped so tightly that her belly was as hard as a rock.
"You're perfect," she whispered, her voice trembling. She reached the cup of Jack's navel and rimmed it with her tongue. "Your shoulders are so broad. Your chest is so big and hard. You've got the kinds of muscles that drive a girl mad. There's nothing that's ever turned me on as much as touching your sexy body. Look at me! My pussy's dripping over your beautiful body! My mouth is watering for your big, hard cock!"
Rachel attacked Jack's navel with gusto, clamping her lips around the rim and thrusting her tongue into the tiny hole. She cooped lint and sweat from the tiny hole, but instead of making her sick, the filth just turned her on more. She rolled it over on her tongue before swallowing it, then went back to kissing the tiny cup of Jack's navel.
"I'm the luckiest slut in the whole world!" she cried, tears of joy running down her face as another climax rattled her straining, lusting body. "You've got the biggest, sweetest cock in the world! I'll never have a man as sexy as you again!"
The lust-maddened beauty pulled desperately with her teeth at Jack's belt. When it swung free, she went to work on the catch at the top of his jeans. She whined and grunted like a rooting pig as she worked the catch free, then grabbed the zipper between her front teeth and jerked it down. It took her several more minutes to work the tight jeans down Jack's hips. She bit the waistband of his tight jockey shorts, but Jack slapped her face away before she could yank them down.
"Lick me through my shorts," he said. "Wash my underwear real good, Mrs. Welch. Then I might even let you shoot that water out of your filthy little ass."
Rachel sobbed with fatigue and frustration, ripping at her cunt as though she wanted to tear it from her body. She rubbed her beautiful face all over the front of Jack's filthy shorts, licking and smooching at the outline of his hardened cock.
Rachel washed Jack's shorts with her spit. She lapped like a thirsty dog at his fat cock and bulging balls. She worked her lips over his cock and balls. Soon Jack's slick fuck lube was staining the front of his shorts. Rachel sucked it out through the crusty cotton, then slurped at his cock and balls some more.
Jack lifted his legs and presented Rachel with his ass. The gorgeous housewife flushed with shame and gasped with sorrow when she realized what it was he wanted her to do.
Rachel kissed first one of his asscheeks and then the other. Her kisses were long and soft and wet. Her tongue slithered out between her lips to lick Jack's ass through the soiled cotton of his briefs. He spread his asscheeks wide and with a despairing cry Rachel nuzzled her way into his asscrack.
There was a skid mark down the back of Jack's shorts. The taste of stale shit made Rachel gag until her sexy body shook and another quick squirt of filthy water spurted from her asshole. She soaked the material with her spit, hoping to wash the taste away. She came again, her orgasm so powerful that it made her head swim. Her tits were tingling and swollen, her clit stiff. Pussy-cream washed down over her hands in swift, sticky waves. The depravity of having to lick Jack's asscrack through his filthy underwear was driving Rachel out of her mind with shame and excitement.
Then Jack pulled down his shorts.
Rachel's first taste of Jack's asscrack made her head spin. She came again, her mouth filled with the taste of sweat and shit, her nose filled with the smell of the boy's asshole. She wanted to pull back, but she knew that the punishment for that would be terrible. Instead she kissed and licked her way down both sweaty, hairy asscheeks. Filth and sweat smeared all over her lovely face, but the disgust and humiliation that caused only turned Rachel on more.
"Come on, Mrs. Welch," he said, "you're missing the point."
Rachel knew what he meant when he started giggling. Slowly, as if she was being pulled there against her will, she pushed her face deeper between Jack's asscheeks. She wedged her face tighter and tighter into his asscrack, letting Jack's heavy, hairy balls drape over her forehead. Finally, she clamped her mouth over the winking brown bud of his asshole.