"Come on, baby, suck me clean. Don't let your own shit bother you."
Julie wrinkled her pert little nose at the very thought of taking that smelly prick into her mouth.
"Oh, no! I'm not letting you put that thing in my mouth!"
But Carl only grinned.
"Julie, do you have any idea what it was that I made you drink this morning, during your examination?"
Julie frowned for a minute, trying to recall. "No, sir, I don't, but it sure tasted awful!" Carl winked at her.
"It was… piss."
Julie gulped and made a terrible face. "P-piss?"
Carl nodded. "Yep! I fixed up a hose and made you suck on one end while I pissed into the other. Great trick, huh?"
Julie winced. "Yeah. Great," she said unenthusiastically.
"So you can see that sucking your own juices, your own blood, your own… shit… won't be so terrible."
Julie looked at his cock. It was huge, and it was aimed right at her lips. It was dripping with Carl's cum, and there was a slight trace of reddish fluid along one side – her blood – and the very tip of the head was stained brown – her shit.
Julie wet her lips as she looked into Carl's face.
"That's the girl!" he said to her.
Julie took a deep breath, ready for anything, and opened her mouth wide. Carl simply shifted forward, and his fat cock slid nearly into her mouth all the way, until it touched the very back of her throat.
Julie held her jaws wide for a moment, a bit afraid to close her lips around his cock.
Carl locked his fingers into her hair again, this time from the front, and pulled her head forward further. Julie had to gulp and close her lips or suffer a battered throat.
She tasted the strong flavor of Carl's cum and only slightly the flavor of her shit, and after a couple of sucks and gulps, it was pure joy to the girl.
She licked his entire cock, making certain she cleaned every nook and cranny of the rod, and dipped her pointed tongue into the mass of Carl's pubic hair, cleaning the sticky juices from his hair and under his balls.
It wasn't long before Carl felt his nuts filling again. He knew he was good for another blast, and this time it would spill into her throat.
The pressure built up quickly under the licking tongue and, sucking, slurping lips of the beautiful girl. Carl shuddered, then pulled her hair tightly, drawing her throat over his cock all the way, and shot his load right down her throat.
Julie gulped fast, trying to swallow every drop of jism flooding into her mouth, but there was too much of it. It began dripping from the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her chin onto her tits, coating her tiny tight nipples with thick white cum.
Carl pulled his cock out of her mouth and let the final gouts of jizz spurt onto her closed lips. Julie smiled and slipped the tip of her tongue out to swipe up the gooey fluid, slurping it into her mouth before going back for more.
Carl finally released her hair, and Julie sat back on her heels. Carl looked at her tits.
"I like that," he said in appreciation.
"What?" Julie asked, looking down at herself. She smiled when she saw the cum dripping from her dark nipples, running in a little stream over her belly.
With the tip of her finger, she wiped it up and licked her finger clean.
"You're something else," Carl said. Julie sighed in pleasure, wiped the last traces of jism from her tight belly and sniffed it before cleaning her finger with her lips and tongue.
Julie watched Carl's cock begin to shrink. She pouted as it sagged against his thigh, all limp and wrinkled after the magnificent feelings it had driven into her body.
Carl, too, was disappointed. How could he revive his dangling prick? He looked at the pretty face of the girl kneeling before him – and it struck him!
His cock leaped back to life.
"Oh!" Julie cried in delight. "What made it do that?"
Carl turned away for a moment, searching the small kitchen for what he needed to do the job.
"You'll see, baby. Just hold on a minute, and we'll give you another come."
"Fantastic!" Julie cried, leaping to her feet. She waited impatiently for Carl to find what he was looking for, and when he turned back toward her, she grinned hugely, knowing exactly what her lover had in mind.
"Going to tie me up, eh?" she said. "Turn around here and shut up!"
Julie, her heart beating hard, turned her back to the man and put her arms behind her, crossing them automatically at her wrist. She felt a twinge of pleasure in her nipples as Carl pulled the twine tight around her flesh, locking her wrists together.
"Back up against the counter."
Julie obeyed, and at once got his idea. She spread her long legs wide apart and shifted a few times to make it easier for Carl to bind her ankles to the bottoms of the cabinets – wide, wide apart.
She felt completely stretched – as wide as she could possibly be opened – and she knew that Carl was going to stuff that great cock of his up her cunthole at last.
"Bend back over the counter."
Julie arched herself back over her bound wrists, bending far back, and gulped as she felt the twine going around her neck, tightening over her throat as Carl tied her into this bent-over pose. Thrusting her cunt far out, arching her back so that her tits were crushed against her ribcage, all but flat, she was tied by the free end to the faucet on the sink, forcing her to remain in this pose until he decided to untie her.
And without any warning at all, he shoved his revived cock right up her cunthole, all the way into her body.
It felt so fine!
Julie was moaning, gasping, whimpering with pleasure. She could still feel Carl's cock up her asshole and deep in her throat – and it was humping into her cunt, pumping rapidly in and out of her tight twat, driving her once again to the heights of pure pleasure.
Suddenly, she was jerking wildly in the throes of her come. Her body shuddered and shook, arched backward, her wrists aching with the tightness of the twine, her throat rubbing raw against the binding twine – coming and coming and coming.
Carl pulled out of her cunt.
He sighed and sat down on the tail stool in the corner, looking at Julie's bound body, admiring the perfect lines of her arched hips and legs, the trembling of her knees as they strained to keep her weight off her tightly tied throat – to keep her from strangling!
He smiled at the possibilities the situation held for him.
He could sit here for hours and simply watch the teen struggle to stay alive.
Ken stood looking down at Lynn.
His cock was battering against his pants, begging to be set free and rammed into Lynn's body – anywhere – her asshole, her cunt, her mouth…
Ken had wanted this nurse since the first time he'd seen her, walking so sexily aloof down the halls in the hospital, her tight ass moving with an inviting sway, her huge tits filling the front of her white uniform, so immaculately clean and free of the slights wrinkle.
She was perfection itself!
He fell in love with her before his eyes had finished focussing on her big tits.
And from that moment, he'd been in hot pursuit of this tender morsel, ingratiating himself with her er sister, Suzie, first, in the hopes of being invited here. But then he'd just come here on his own, ready to ask and be rejected, and been given his goal on a silver platter, all bound and stripped and ready.
He couldn't believe his luck!
He nudged the woman with the toe of his shoe. She responded with a moan, twisted onto her side, then onto her belly, and raised her ass, offering her butt for his inspection, his use.
But why was she bound like this in the first place? Ken was slightly baffled, though delighted, with the situation. The only reasonable explanation was that Lynn had gotten herself bound up like this, for some private little party of her own. Then something had gone wrong, and this was the beautiful result.