I piss until there’s nothing left, Heath’s four fingers still buried in my cunt to the knuckles.
“You’re such a dirty mess,” he tells me as I dribble and run dry. “That’s why you’re so high up my list, sweet curva. You’re so good at what you do.”
“Please, sir, come and make me dirtier,” I say, and open my mouth for some more. It’s his piss I want next. I want him like a fresh river, right into my open mouth. But he shakes his head.
“No, no. I have other plans for that, dirty girl. You’ll have to wait.”
“Damn,” I say, and let the guys help spin me back around, so I’m lying back on my piss-soaked lounger, my hair a sopping mess as I relax back into position.
And then I drink more water.
More water and more wine.
The sun goes down, until we’re in twilight, and my hair is still damp when we head back inside.
Both of the guys’ bladders must be set to burst, seriously. I predict we’ll be heading straight for the main bathroom, but Heath clicks his fingers and points down at the kitchen floor.
“Down there, curva. It’s time for me to use the toilet.” I drop to my knees, expecting him to use my mouth, but he shakes his head. “On all fours, please. Ass in the air.”
He drops down on his knees behind me, and oh my fucking God. It’s clear whatbottlehe was talking of filling up earlier when he spreads my ass cheeks as wide as they can go. I clench and wink my asshole at him.
“Don’t tease. It’s so fucking hard to piss with a hard-on,” he says, and nudges the head of his dick inside my ass. “But I think I’ll manage it just fine.”
Yes, he will. He’s solid and straining.
I adore the sensation of a warm enema, but when it’s an enema of piss from Heath Mason’s barbelled cock, it’s a whole new league. I grunt and groan, begging formore, more, moreas his hot piss fills my ass.
“Don’t spill any,” Heath says. “Don’t you dare spill any on the kitchen floor, curva. Or I’ll make you lick it clean.”
I’m tempted to spill some, just so I get the punishment.
“Your turn, Josh,” Heath says when he’s done, and Josh takes his place. A fresh hard cock working its way into my sloshing ass. I’m not sure how much more I can handle inside me, but I’ll take it with everything I’ve got.
“So much to give you,” Josh says as he fills me up with round two. “Good job thebottlecan go nice and deep, Ella. So fucking deep and dirty.”
This should be so fucking gross, yet it’s anything but. It gives me tingles upon tingles.
I’m going to have both guys’ piss in my ass, filled to the brim, and it feels so good I can’t resist using my fingers to play with myself.
I’m a human toilet. My ass is a toilet. It’s so fucking sick, it’s beautiful.
“What a good girl, you took it all,” Josh says as he pulls out.
“What next?” I ask Heath, twisting my head to the side to stare up at him.
“What’s next is that you crawl over to the table like a dirty curva, and you keep your pretty ass in the air for when we need to use thebottleagain.”
“But I can’t…” I tell him. “I can’t take any more.”
Josh laughs. “Oh, baby, you can. Hardcorers take plenty. It’s time to get practising.”
He knows full well they are the words I need to spur me on.
I crawl over to the table on a mission as Heath grabs more wine. I stay on the floor with my ass in the air while they laugh and drink, sayingthank youevery time Heath graces me with a glug of wine straight from the bottle.
I’m nervous when it’s time for them to fill me up with round two. I’m so full that it’s already hurting – gravity working its magic to let their piss run deep inside. Josh goes first this time. He leans forward to watch me grimace as he fills me.
“Don’t clench, Ella, just take it. Loosen up, let it all the way in.”
