Pig at Orr Springs

Pig at Orr Springs

A grotesque vore story brought to you by Scaty666

Tim knew Marcus for only thirty minutes when he pulled off Hwy 101 and then turned toward the coast and a hot spring he knew would be a fun place to become intimate. It was hard for him to drive, with Marcus’ head in his lap, gagging on the six inches of soft, flaccid, thick black penis the horny white boy pulled from Tim’s pants. It was awkward because Tim had far too much penis for a boy like Marcus to handle. He was str8 mostly because only pussy could take his twelve erect inches. He wanted his entire dick massaged during sex and was frustrated when a lover could not handle him. But that didn’t stop bicurious and Gay males from advancing on him. Guys who hit him up for sex balked when they saw his six soft inches was a grower, and once he was erect, none could fully satisfy him. He always ended up jerking off when the boy collapsed from exhaustion, unable to draw him over the edge in climax orgasm.

Tim came to a pull out, and then turned on an old logging road and parked at a lonely, secluded trail head screened from the road by some trees. He pushed the seat back to give Marcus room and unsnapped his jeans. In the freedom of exposure and stimulation from Marcus’ hot lips and tongue, Tim was horny and his sexual excitement swelled into the twelve inch monster pussy wrecker. When the boy gagged and finally quit, unable to fully satisfy Tim, he expected Tim to finish and ejaculate. Instead, Tim cradled Marcus’ head in his large, soft hands and pulled his face gently toward his lips. Marcus melted when his lips sank into the deep, thick, soft black flesh of Tim’s, and he felt Tim’s tongue penetrate his mouth in exploration.

“You wanna go on down to the hot springs?” Tim whispered, nuzzling Marcus’ wet lips.

“Sure.”

Marcus listened as Tim softly said, “Engage.”

The on-board dashboard computer emitted a sharp sonic pulse that reverberated through Marcus’ body through the electrode Tim lovingly and gently placed on Marcus’ right butt cheek as he stroked the boy’s firm, muscular flesh. A chill shot up and down his spine as his clothing dropped off and crumpled on the seat and floor. He shivered only briefly from the cool air, because he felt his body melt into Tim’s soft lips, unaware that the pulse reconfigured his molecular space and rendered him the size of a pork frank.

What Marcus thought were Tim's thick, muscular arms embracing him were actually his soft, thick, warm fingers.

Tim sucked Marcus through his thick, soft lips with a drooling slurp, tumbling Marcus on his tongue to wrap sheets and strands of sticky, slippery saliva around him like the death cocoon of a spider spun around her victim. The action startled Marcus, who opened his eyes and held out his arms to brace himself against a strange and unfamiliar sensation. Pushing against Tim’s gums and molar teeth in the dark, along with the overwhelming power of movement, Marcus was confused. He curled up into a fetal position on Tim’s tongue, covering his head because the tumbling in the dark was unexpected. He was reacting to an earthquake just as he was taught and practiced all those years in school, unaware of what really was going down. In his tight, self-protective curl, his body fit nicely and snugly into the dome of Tim’s soft palette. Nobody saw Tim open his mouth to position Marcus for one final glimpse. He lay on Tim’s tongue, glistening from the slippery film of saliva coating his body. Clear, translucent strands of saliva stretched up to the roof of Tim’s mouth and gums as his tongue rose and his lips closed for the swallow. A moment later, Tim’s mouth opened empty and released the deep breath of satisfaction he took just before he swallowed Marcus.

The ripple of esophageal peristalsis drew Marcus from his fetal curl like an experienced diver entering the water with a minimal splash, only by submissive relaxation and not deliberate control of his body. Tim’s swallowing muscles pushed the bolus down his throat until it vanished where his neck connected to his upper torso. Marcus was inside Tim’s rib cage, pushed down directly in front of his powerful heart for almost half a minute. Then with a winding gurgle of trapped air bubbles, Marcus was pushed through the cardia sphincter and dropped into Tim’s stomach. The deeply wrinkled, muscular walls of the organ expanded to receive Marcus, and the peristalsis ripple carried him down into the deep pit, where a pool of hot gastric juices waited for him. Then as the walls of his stomach contracted to wrap around Marcus’ body, Tim gently patted and rubbed his belly and belched.

“Tim? Where are you? I can’t see you.” Marcus said, squinting his eyes in a vain attempt to see, but already tingling and burning from contact with powerful stomach acid secreted from the flexing walls like foamy soap suds. He was very confused. He could still feel vibrations in the dark, and he seemed to be immersed in some hot, subterranean slime. He looked around, but everything remained dark, and he had no sense of up or down. He felt around for anything familiar, and assumed he was somehow ejected from the vehicle. He began to scream for help.

“Right here, Marcus.”

“Tim! Where are you? What happened? Was there a quake?”

“Hold on buddy.” Tim chuckled and patted his belly as he started the car and turned around in the bumpy, rutted pull out and eased back onto Orr Springs Road. “Don’t you feel it?”

“Yeah, sure. I feel it. I don’t know where I am buddy. I hear your voice, man. Sounds like you’re real close, above me somewhere, but I can’t see you. I thought we were gonna go on down to the hot springs.”

“We are.” Tim said. Actually, I am. You’re already there.”

“Where? I can’t see Tim. Are these the springs you were talking about? I don’t like these springs, Everything is so dark, and it just feel and smells really weird. Bad. Like really putrid morning breath, or vomit. It's almost making me sick to my stomach, it's so bad. Can you help me out?”

“Why not?” Tim asked as he nonchalantly cruised down Orr Road.

“Hurry up man! I have a bad feeling about this place. Do you have a flashlight?”

“No, but trust me, I know exactly where we are. Hold on. We’ll be there in a minute.”

Help never came. Marcus waited, listening to the peculiar rumbling and gurgling going on below him, and the circadian boom going on above. He put his fingers on his carotid artery to take his pulse. The booming pulse he heard and felt were same as his own, so he figured it was some quirky anomaly. High blood pressure or something. Yet something just didn’t feel and sound right. In spite of the heat and humidity, a chill ricocheted up and down his spine.

Two minutes later, Tim pulled into the Orr Springs parking lot, jostling the car on the uneven dirt and stone bed which Marcus felt and assumed were aftershocks. As Tim got out of the car, flex of his belly tightly squeezed and crushed Marcus, who attempted to brace himself. But the stomach walls were incredibly slimy, hot, and flexing with contractions and peristalsis that slowly squeezed like a constrictor to churn Marcus in gastric juices.

“Hurry up man! This place is bad. I wanna get outta here now.”

Poor Marcus waited for Tim to reach him, unaware he was in Tim’s stomach. Tim gathered up Marcus clothes and tossed them in a dumpster. “Won’t need those again.”

“Need what?” Marcus asked.

“Nothin. Never mind.”

Five minutes later, after stuffing his own clothes into a rental locker, Tim stepped into the warm water of the hot spring and sat down on an immersed shelf of stone.

“This is it,” Tim softly said to Marcus. “Doesn’t that warm water feel good?”

“Water?” Marcus asked. He kicked his foot in the pool of gastric juice and splashed it up into the antrum. “What are you talking about? I don’t like this. Doesn’t feel like water. I don’t think its water at all. It's so fucking hot in here. It's like a sauna, except the air is so sour and stale. I feel like I'm sweatin' to death. What is this place?”

“It’s not.” Tim said, very softly. “I swallowed you. You’re in my stomach. You’re probably feeling my digestive juices. Hehehe. Those are the hot springs I was talkin’ about.”

In a panic, Marcus reacted eyes wide open, seeing nothing in the darkness. He listened to Tim’s colossal heartbeat overhead, and felt the surges of hot blood pumped through the stomach wall in concert with the pulse of the heart. The intense heat he felt wasn’t just the digestive juices, but from the walls which rippled in powerful, flexing waves, and dripped and drooled slime into the gastric lake and onto his twitching body. He could not wrap his mind around what Tim did. That was impossible. He struggled, but fighting Tim’s stomach was an effort in futility. After a full minute of useless wallow in the hot, sticky digestive juices, Marcus stopped writhing, deeply panting from his exertion and the lack of available oxygen in Tim’s stomach.

“You’re fucking kidding me, aren’t you?”

“No Marcus, I’m not. You’re really in my stomach. You want proof?”

“Yeah. Prove it.”

Tim gulped a swallow of fresh air and made it rumble with a sickening gurgle as it surged into and bloated his stomach. However good the relatively cool, fresh air felt good to Marcus, it lasted only for a moment, because just as soon as he swallowed the air, Tim’s stomach contracted and the thick muscle sphincter flapped as air bubbles were squeezed back up the esophagus in a normal alpha male belch. Marcus was in shock. He really was in Tim’s stomach, and had no idea how he got there, or why.

“What’s gonna happen now?” Marcus asked.

“Well, you’re gonna be digested, and I’m gonna fuck one of these pretty girls.”

“Weren’t you getting off on me?” Marcus asked. “I thought we were friends.”

“Not really. You got me horny, but that’s about all you white boys can do, is get me horny. There’s a whole lotta niggahdick you never touched, and it needs some lovin’. Just suckin’ my head ain’t good enough. But that’s OK. White boy in my stomach is good too. When I eat white boy for breakfast, it gives me a boner that just don’t quit. Now all I gotta do is pick which one of these chicks I wanna fuck.”

“But you were too big. It isn’t fair to have a big dick like you and expect a guy to take all of it. I don’t think anybody can do that. I can’t swallow that much dick at once. Nobody can. You didn’t have to eat me, did you?”

“I didn’t have to eat you. I wanted to eat you. And yeah there are guys who can take my whole dick, and they don’t get eaten. I only eat shrimpy wimpy who can’t suck dick.“

“You are sick man! When they catch you, I hope they throw away the key! There are laws against doing this to people. You’ll go to prison for this! Fuck you man! Fuck you, you stinking nig!”

“Don't say it! You don't want to make me mad, do you? Fuck, I can already tell I’m enjoyin’ digesting you. Hey! I think I got a present for you dude.”

Tim held still in the seat and stretched his back just a little to pull his hard abs against his stomach. The pressure repositioned the organ and a gurgle of large frothy bubbles rumbled up his esophagus in a deep, satisfying young male belch. Marcus felt the hot, slimy walls of the stomach contract around his body and vibrate with the gurgle resonance from the belch. Immediately a powerful peristaltic wave further contracted the organ and squeezed Marcus. He felt the pressure move his body deeper into the organ and into more contact with gastric juices.

“You could have fucked me. I have a nice, tight ass.”

“I don’t fuck male ass. I don’t want your shit on my dick. If a guy wants sex from me, it’s gotta be oral, and he’s gotta be able to swallow my dick. My whole dick. Or if he’s got a girlfriend handy or he sets me up for fuckin’ with his girl. If he ain’t got no pussy for me to fuck, he better start prayin’, cause if I can shrink him, he’s gonna end up in my belly. That’s what I like and that’s what I want. I’m tired of you boys who can’t suck niggahdick. If you can’t do something as simple as suck niggahdick, what the fuck good are you?”

“How did you shrink me anyway?”

“I got this cool technology from my homie friends at the school. I shrunk and ate my first white boy after a camping trip. His car broke down and I gave him a lift. I went to his girlfriend’s place and fucked the shit outta her. Next morning I shit him in her toilet after I was done fuckin’ her. You shoulda seen him, floatin’ and sinkin’ in her toilet. Dark brown chunks and nuggets of shit and bone all messed up together in one big turd. Made me so horny I went back into her bedroom and fucked her again. I came cruisin’ up here, was horny and saw you hitch hikin’. I was hungry ‘cause I didn’t eat breakfast yet, and when I saw you thumbin,” I knew you were my boy. Too bad you can’t suck dick!”

“That’s not right, and definitely not true. I don’t know anybody who could suck your whole dick… I mean all of your dick. I think you’re too big for pussy too.”

“Ah, that’s not true. Pussy can take a whole lot more dick than you white boys have. Black girls take me, no problem. White girls take me if I go slow and stretch them out first, ‘cause they’re usually not used to being fucked by big niggahdick. Once they’re stretched out, I can bang ‘em hard and man, white pussy is hot and tight! I love feelin’ my balls slap creamy white bitch ass. I fuck ‘em ‘til I cum. Fuck man, I love cummin’ in pussy.”

“Don’t you worry about cumming in pussy?”

“Why? If I knock ‘em up, so what? Then they all got somethin’ to remember me by. I ain’t gonna marry them though. They can find some other dude for that. I just breed ‘em.”

“That is so wrong, man. You’re messed up. I suppose you have kids already?”

“Yep. The only thing I like as much as makin’ babies is eatin’ little white boy. There’s nothin’ like live white boy in my stomach, and I’m digestin’ you as we speak. I can feel it happening, and I got a big, throbbin’ boner from it. I gotta do is scoot up on this seat here and stick my dick outta the water, and I bet you in five minutes, I’ll have some chick who’s so horny to fuck, she won’t even wait. When my stomach is pumpin’ you into my intestines, I’ll be bangin' her, pumpin' her pussy full of cum, breedin’ a black baby. “

“Oh god, I wish I never met you. What about me?”

“What about you? Man, there’s nothing about you. You’re food, and when I’m done, I’m gonna shit you, or rather what’s left of you. You gonna poke your little turd head out of my ass, and while my ass hole stretches to dump you, or what’s left of you, you can admire my balls and dick from that point of view. I might shit you real slow, just relaxin’ and feelin’ you stretch my asshole. I might piss on you, and if I feel horny enough, maybe even cum on you. ”

“What about my family?”

“You got kids?”

“No.”

“Then stop complainin’ and fussin’ about it. You ain’t got no family, white boy. This is the end of the line for your family. You gotta little white boy dick and it ain’t enough to satisfy nobody, ‘specially after some brotha like me fucks ‘em. You’re a niggah’s boy now. You gonna serve my niggahdick and niggah ass. Any kids are gonna come from my dick, boy. When my balls slap that tight ass, ain’t nothin’ you can do to stop my big black dick from ejaculatin’, inseminatin’ and impregnatin’. You’re my shit now.”

There was nothing Marcus could do. Tim’s stomach was churning and squeezing him in hot gastric juices that tingled, fizzed and burned on his skin. Tim scooted up out of the hot spring and sat on the edge, gently swinging his feet in the hot water, nursing his huge, throbbing, erect penis. His stomach gurgled and rumbled with gastric noises as it began to squeeze and crush Marcus with more violence and power than he could endure. The conversation turned into moans and groans inside Tim’s stomach that sounded like Marcus was really getting off on being digested, when Dave and Nicole walked up behind Tim and sat down on each side of him.

“Hello,” Dave said. “I’m Dave and this is Nicki, and we could not help but noticing how big and hung you are. Nicky is turned on, and so am I. We’d like to know if you’d be interested maybe in fucking her.”

“Hi Dave. Hi Nicki. I’m Tim. What do you have in mind?”

“Well, it’s Nicki’s birthday Tim, and we came down here to celebrate. From time to time, Nicki’s talked about how much she’d like to fuck a black guy, but we just don’t have any where we live.”

“Where’s that?”

“Scipio. It’s mostly Mormon, and you know what they’re like. “

“I never heard of Scipio. Where is that?”

“Out in the middle of nowhere, trust me.”

“Is this real?” Nicki asked, wrapping her hand around the head of Tim’s penis. Tim reclined back on his elbows and flexed his belly and groin to stiffen his dick. “Oh my god, Dave. His dick is way bigger than yours.”

“Yeah, but it’s not the size, but how you use it that counts,” Dave said with a little jealousy and apprehension. Right Tim?”

Tim just shook his head with the prior knowledge from experience that as soon as he pushed the head of his dick into Nicki’s pussy, that excuse would evaporate like sweat in the desert.

The threesome chatted to grow familiar and acquainted while enjoying the penetrating heat and soak of the hot mineral water. Deep in Tim’s stomach, Marcus was rapidly dissolving under the onslaught of digestion. Lumps of human flesh semi-floated in the soupy chyme of already digested tissues, loosening from the bone which dropped out to sink into the bottom of the stomach, where concentration of the acid was even hotter and more intense. The bone softened, and even the internal marrow was dissolved, leaving nothing but lifeless husks of crusty calcium phosphate; indigestible waste Tim’s body didn’t need; useless except for the muck that roughage would clean out of his intestines.

Two hours later, the three, or four if you count Marcus, drove down into Mendocino and the Glendeven Bed and Breakfast where Dave and Nicki spent their honeymoon two years earlier. Tim’s stomach gurgled as it pumped little squirts of Marcus’ dissolved tissues into the small intestine along with bits and husks of bone roughage for the scraping and cleaning of his bowels. The powerful stomach of the big black boy overwhelmed the puny little white boy, and easily, effortlessly digested him.

Marcus was mostly in Tim’s small intestine, which rippled with smooth muscle and then segmented into separate boli for the hungry villi to suck out the minute fats and proteins that were Marcus, when Tim nudged the head of his hard penis against the fleshy pink lips of Nicki’s pussy. Dave had given Tim head, to get him ready and come face to face with a Y chromosome power he could not comprehend or compete with. Tim’s penis was almost twice the size of his. Dave listened to the constant liquid gurgle in Tim’s belly, unaware that the only reason he would not follow Marcus’ fate was because of Nicki. Without a pussy to fuck, Dave might already be in Tim’s stomach.

The almost silent hiss of Tim’s huge penis sliding into Nicki’s pussy was broken by her gasps in astonishment, pain, and bewilderment from a sensation she never before felt during sex. She understood from Tim’s first deep flex, that technique with average equipment was an alibis. Tim didn’t need any technique beyond the simple squeeze of his black bubble butt to drive his rock-hard penis deep into Nicki’s pelvis. The head pushed into her uterus and forced it to tilt backward. As the sulcous rim of Tim’s penis rubbed across the cervical wall, the vibration generated a powerful uterine contraction that erupted into a deep, G-spot orgasm. She whimpered and wrapped her legs around Tim’s hips, pulling him tight against her crotch. Her vagina rippled with orgasmic contractions that nursed and massaged Tim’s penis. He held still, feeling her internally squeeze and massage his big dick, edging so he would not ejaculate.

Nicki had never climaxed so quickly with Dave, and in fact was unable to climax just from stimulation from his penis. Tim however, did nothing else but fuck, and he easily made her climax from stimulation from just his penis. 

After she climaxed, the couple rolled over so she could fuck on top and control her next orgasm. Dave crawled up between Tim’s legs and kissed his balls, watching the huge, vein-wrapped shaft of penis stretch his Nicki. Salty precum and fishy skene mixed in a bubbly froth coating Tim’s glistening black skin. When Dave touched Tim’s penis, two things surprised him. First was how intensely rock-hard and hot the big penis was, and second was how slippery it felt. He tried to wedge a finger down into Nicki’s pussy, but there was absolutely no room. Tim’s penis stretched that pussy from thigh to thigh, clit to anus, with no room to spare. Dave tried to force his finger under her clit, only to cause a brief, painful little pinch that made her wince.

Tim’s dick was so thick, Dave could not wrap his fingers all the way around it. He held onto it, feeling her ass slide down the pole and push his grip into the soft, wooly mat of Tim’s kinky black pubes. She fucked like a whore in heat, and in six minutes, screamed from her second hard climax. A glistening sheet of frothy precum and skene juice oozed down Tim’s penis onto Dave’s hand, almost like Nicki took a piss.

Nicki dismounted Tim and turned around to crawl over Dave, presenting her ass for Tim’s pleasure. He scooted into position and doggyfucked. Dave watched from below, while Nicki sucked his dick.

“You’re so much smaller than Tim, honey. I mean there’s a big difference.”

“Yeah honey, but like you always said, it’s how the guy uses it that matters.”

Nicki kept her mouth shut. Truth was Tim’d dick made her feel things from sex she never knew were even possible, and she was worried that poor little Dave might never again be able satisfy her, even with all the foreplay and toys they used. Tim made her so fucking horny, she couldn’t control herself, and in four minutes was once again screaming from her third climax orgasm of the night. Tim pulled her off Dave and flipped her over onto her back, and mounted her missionary. After four more minutes of heavy fucking, he closed his eyes, feeling the twitch of muscle all over his body center on his penis.

“Oh god baby, I’m gonna cum!” Tim said with a breaking voice. He slammed his big penis into her and held still. Dave saw the muscles of his groin flexing to send huge ripples up the grooves between blood gorged caverna and corpus, ejaculating his thick, pearly white semen directly into her cervix. At the same time, his stomach was violently, silently pumping Marcus’ liquefied digesta into the duodenum and small intestine. The digesta was bathed in excretions from the liver, pancreas and gall bladder that neutralized the stomach acid, and emulsified the fats and sugars to break down into smaller, absorbable molecules, staining the creamy chyme soup with the signature yellow-brown that would remain with the digesta until it was feces.

Nicki lay on the bed, legs apart, belly heaving in deep breaths. Dave stared into the black, gaping cavern where Tim’s penis had been, unable to grasp the consequence of what happened. Tim lay scratching his thick mat of kinky black pubes, the palm of his hand smothering the relentless rumble and gurgle from Marcus’ brutal passage through the small intestine.

Sometime during the night, Marcus’ remains oozed through the ileocaeval valve to fill the caecum and begin the solidification that led to Tim’s favorite thing to do with white boy. Once the ascending colon was filled with fecal sludge, lumpy chunks full of trapped gas bubbles floated to the top and tumbled into the chambers of transverse colon. Peristaltic squeeze forced some of the gas out as the chunks were rolled and rubbed into semisolid coils and nuggets.

In the morning, when sunlight flickered through the trees on the hill to the east, Tim rolled over on his belly, arched his back and slightly spread his legs to fart. Gassy bubbles popped through the firm, salty lips of his anus and filled the bedroom with some indication of what happened to Marcus.

A little after 7am, Tim pushed himself off the mattress and walked to the bathroom, swinging his flaccid black penis like the trunk of an elephant. He lifted the lid and stood over the toilet, releasing a rolling, forceful, very strong stream of piss that boiled the calm water, staining it yellow and covering it with a foam of white bubbles and froth. It was more evidence that Marcus wasn’t doing too well as his remains continued to be squeezed through Tim’s digestive tract. When he came out of the bathroom, he was swinging morning wood. Upon sight of Nicki lying asleep in the nude, with the sheet wrapped around her leg, Tim crawled up behind her and positioned his pelvis where he could wedge his dick in between her legs. Dave was curled up in the next room, on the sofa, having given up the bed to Tim and Nicki.

Tim’s dick leaked precum which he smeared over the puffy, pouty lips of Nicki’s pussy. He nudged the head into her vagina so precum oozed out for lubrication. Nicky reached her hand in between her legs and rubbed her clit gently as the tips of her fingers felt Tim slowly slide in. The sensation in her belly was like having eaten a large Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner. The sensation from her clit, all along the roof of her vagina was transitory sexual excitement. Dave awoke to hear his beloved sweetheart moaning in ecstasy from the bedroom from another man’s penis probing her hot pussy. He rose and staggered in to see Tim fully fucking her from a position where his little dick probably couldn’t even touch. Tim’s hands were on her hips, and his penis was slowly pumping in and out of her pussy from behind.

The flex of his belly made Marcus slowly ooze along the convoluted tube of his sigmoid colon. He was Tim’s feces, a Type 3, softly crackling, fissuring and being squeezed tighter and more solid from the flexing gyration of Tim’s ass as he fucked Nicki, with a few chunks of Type 2 in the leading end. Tim was hungry and horny. Dave watched him fuck, mesmerized about how his faithful honey could stretch to not only accommodate a black penis as long and thick as her forearm, from elbow to wrist, but swallow it whole. After teasing Nicki, Tim adjusted his position to pump deeper, and finally had her curvy ass cradled against his lower belly. Tim’s fucking technique was to bump and grind, massaging deep inside while scrubbing her mousy brown ring of pubic hair with his thick, kinky niggahwool. Then he’d reflex and pull out until the head almost popped free, exposing an impossible length and thickness of penis, glistening from their bodily lubrication. His legs twitched with excitement from the hot grip of fertile female wrapped around his dick. When his voice cracked and broke, Dave knew he was about to lose it. He moved closer and told Tim to cum on his face.

“Massage my nutts.” Tim said softly. Dave wrapped his hand around Tim’s wrinkled, plump and firm nutsack, gently rolling the testicles through his fingers. Dave was gentle with Tim’s nuts because he knew Nicki wanted what was in them really bad, and if he wasn’t, he sure didn’t want to make Tim mad. After several minutes of gentle fondling, Tim said, “Now squeeze my dick.” Dave moved his hand up onto the hot, rock-hard shaft, feeling the slippery lubrication that made the black skin glisten and highlighted the network of huge veins wrapped around the shaft like bolts of a god’s lightning. Tim pulled almost all the way out sliding his big dick through Dave’s hand just so he could see how big his dick was. Dave was unusually excited because this was raw sexual reproduction right in his face, and his hand was the only thing between his lovely wife and Tim’s huge dick. Then, Tim thrust his penis in deep and flexed with little, tiny circular gyrations of male massage until Dave felt the big penis throb in his hand.

“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum! Here it comes! Oh god! Oh fuck! Oh shit!. Tim thrust his penis through Dave’s grip, into Nicki, ejaculating twelve inch ropes of thick, gluey cum, coating her cervix and walls with laces and spatters of salty, pearly niggahcum. Finally, after thirteen pumping thrusts, Tim emptied his nutts and let go of Nicki’s hips. Dave was disappointed because he desperately hoped to see Tim cum. But as Tim flexed to pull his softening penis free, Dave was confronted not only by the yawning black cavern of his wife’s pussy, but catching the penetrating morning light, what looked like an impossible volume of pearly white semen half filling the well. Nicki was badly damaged goods, lying there breathing deeply and heavily with a gaping, battered pussy, grotesquely stretched and swollen lips pulsing with contractions of climax orgasm.

Hung over the yawning black abyss was the glistening black head of Tim’s dick, with one little pearl of translucent niggahcum hung from a sticky strand oozing from the hole. The cum drop swung in tiny circles in testimony to what Tim had done. Dave opened his mouth so Tim’s cum drop landed on his tongue, and then dropped his jaw as wide as he could to suck in the smooth, perfectly masculine head of Tim’s dick, tasting the leftover mixed residue of morning sex. Dave did not recognize that Marcus unique flavor already showed up in Tim’s semen

He slurped and smacked his lips, scrubbing the thick, rubbery shaft of Tim's penis, and then released, to press his face into his wife’s ass and dip his tongue into the well, immersing the tip in Tim’s salty cum. Again, he tasted the distinct flavor of Marcus in Tim's sticky, gluey niggahcum.

Tim felt the pressure of gas swell into his rectum, and responded by canting his hips backward to open the thick, firm pads of gluteus muscle, exposing the puckered, inch long slit of his anus. He flexed his belly with pressure that showed off the deep masculine definition that made his belly so sexy, masculine, and such a brutal, inescapable prison for unfortunate victims like Marcus, squeezed through the hot internal labyrinth of intestinal coils on their way to feces. The gas bubbles made the firm sphincter muscle explode in a chain of pops to add the stink of his ass to the thick fragrance of sex floating in the room.

Dave rolled underneath Tim, gazing up at the plump, deeply wrinkled skin of his scrotum. With a hand on each of Tim’s hips, he coaxed Tim to sit down on his face. The sweaty manstink from Tim’s crotch dominated the air swirling into Dave’s lungs through his nose, while their lips met and pressed together, Dave’s mouth in contact with the rim of Tim’s anus. Dave probed with his tongue, unaware that the knobby remains of Tim’s previous day of meals, including Marcus lay in the grip of his rectum, and movement of it like a stopper produced the sweet stink of gas the couple smelled.

Nicki lay limp and exhausted on the bed, with Tim’s excess semen oozing from her slowly closing pussy, where it ran down the crack of her ass to leave a large wet stain on the Egyptian cotton sheet.

Tim grunted and the pressure of his hard belly pushed the turd down, to make contact with Dave’s probing tongue. Instantly he tasted the flavor of Tim’s shit. He never tasted shit before, and the battery-like sting of hot feces permeated the taste buds of his tongue with the bitter left over residue of bile and pancreatic juices and salts. It was a taste Dave would remember for a long time. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not, but in any case, he quickly withdrew his tongue from Tim’s anus. Tim flexed his huge, muscular thighs to lift his ass a few inches above Dave’s face, and then canted his ass a little more to relax, The perineal floor of his ass bulged downward in deformation from the internal pressure. Then with a gasping hiss of intestinal gas and a crackle from thick, clotty mucus, Tim’s anus opened in a deep fissure, and slowly widened.

Dave was so astonished, he didn’t know what to do or say. This black male whom he and Nicki only knew for a few hours, was obviously going to take a shit right there in their bed! Not just on their bed, but on Dave. Dave was poised directly under Tim, so unless his aim was bad, or it was a projectile turd, he was going to be Tim’s toilet. He never played with scat; his or Nicki’s, and thought it was repulsive to even look at, let alone touch. But he was trapped under the deep bubble butt of a jock niggah’s ass, between two very powerful, flexing thighs, watching Tim's anus pull clotted strands of dull yellow mucus over the thick, glistening brown end of a slowly moving, crackling feces, unable to do anything about it.

“Honey!” He cried to Nicki. “I think he’s gonna take a shit on me.” Nicki lay still, totally limp and relaxed, gently rubbing her badly swollen pussy. She was thinking about the stark difference between men, wondering how she could ever again be satisfied from sex with Dave after her experience with Marcus. Size did make a difference, and she knew all that stuff they read which said otherwise was bullshit excuse. She didn’t hear Dave.

With a hissing crackle, the big turd pushed the lips of Tim’s anus into a wide ring distended from the perineal floor. The lips thickened with flex and blood, and then stretched into a much wider ring as contractions pulled the lips back into Tim’s body, leaving the very thin, pink mucous membrane of the inner anus lips tightly gripping the turd. As it slowly crackled out, mucus glistened on the dark brown log of nuggets, chunks and braids of feces. Sticky strands wiped over the surface stretched across the fissures between chunks, and the cracks widened to expose the steaming hot interior of Tim’s feces, It was pretty much a uniform consistency of sticky, mucky sludge.

Dave never saw a guy shit before, but was so mesmerized by watching Tim, he forgot where he was. A chunk of the turd cracked and broke off, landing on Dave’s chin, where it rolled down on his neck and then stuck there. Dave felt the heat of Tim’s body sizzling from the sticky turd, and it felt wonderful on his skin. He pressed his hand into it and began to smear it on his neck and chest. It was like an instinct, and even though thoroughly repulsed by Tim’s use of their love bed for his toilet, it was a new experience for which he was unexpectedly, kinkily turned on. Without warning, Dave felt his sweaty body suddenly tingle, almost shivering, not from morning chill, but intense sexual excitement. His rock-hard penis responded by an involuntary, hands=free ejaculation of hot semen that splattered all the way up his belly and onto his chest. Drops of Dave's cum even fell in a high arc onto Tim's turd! 

If Dave ever came in Nicki that hard, with that much volume, she might have carried his baby. But it was Tim's sperm swimming in her tubes, surrounding the fertile egg cell ovulated the day before, that closed her reproductive system to Dave and made her carry his baby instead.

The splatter of Tim’s warm yellow urine on Nicki’s belly and the hard sternum between her creamy breasts caught her by surprise, and she quickly opened her eyes to watch Tim. Like her husband, she was both disgusted and aroused by the unexpected use of them and their love bed as Tim’s toilet. Like Marcus, neither one had any power to stop Tim from doing what he did naturally. Tim was pissing from a soft, flaccid, shriveled penis larger than Dave’s boner on his biggest, best day, and she was in love with it. The heavy musk and stink of his scent filled the room as much as it dominated the lives of the perverted churchy couple it touched. In one swallow he initiated the complete digestion of another man, shrunk for the sole purpose to be his meal. In one fuck he knocked up another man’s wife while destroying her memory of white penis, replacing that with a lustful, insatiable desire for larger, thicker black dick. For nine months she would carry the reminder of their meeting at Orr Hot Springs, swelling her belly with a secret that would force them to leave little Scipio, in search of a new place to live where Dave could regularly and routinely find black guys to hire for sex with his wife and they would not be judged and condemned, for in little Scipio, sleeping with a black man was considered bestiality. Until Nicki did it, nobody from Scipio ever had. 

But Tim’s dominance was best demonstrated because Marcus at last, completed the trip through his digestive system. The knobs and chunks of feces stretched Tim’s anus wide open as he grunted with bearing pressure to slowly force the big turd from his flexing ass. Marcus’ remains broke off in heavy chunks that dropped onto Dave’s broad chest and clung due to the hot, sticky fecal paste. Dave squeezed a nugget between his thumb and index finger, and was surprised how solid and hard it was. He rolled it around in his hand while watching Tim shit. The feces had changed from nuggets and lumpy twists of fecal dough to a smooth, lighter brown sludge, like a peanut butter log. Finally the last of his feces was squeezed out, and Tim’s anus closed and squeezed back into its normal, tight little pucker.

Tim lifted his leg over Dave and stepped down off the bed. Dave was smearing Tim's warm shit over his chest and Nicki was doing the same with his piss. He was about to leave to step into the shower when something in one chunk of turd caught his eye. He knelt down and picked up a four inch log of the knobby first section to leave his ass. He pulled off nuggets and separated braids of shit intertwined to reveal a human pelvis, section of vertebrae, and a rib cage. They were pitted and partially digested, but still articulated It was Marcus. Tim carried it to the bathroom and under the faucet, rubbed off the sticky brown feces and washed it down in the sink. Inside the nuggets he found one of Marcus’ femurs, and his skull. Tim spread out a washcloth and laid the bone pieces on top, rinsing until they looked relatively clean. He figured a little hot glue and he just might have a grisly little companion on the dashboard of his car for those long days on the road across Nevada, to Scipio. He wanted to see for himself, what a kinky, twisted place it was to produce two hot pigs like Dave and Nicole. The almost four grand he found in Marcus’ wallet, earned from skill at Poker in Reno, plus the grand he got from Dave for fucking his wife and turning them into a toilet pig couple, made it a very profitable, lucrative weekend.

As he drove back up the Campeche Road to Ukiah, he briefly scratched his pubes and fumbled to pull out his swelling, excited penis as he passed Orr Springs, and the secluded pull out where he’d eaten the unfortunate Marcus. In Ukiah, he briefly debated which way to go. Scipio could wait. He turned north and headed up to the Eel River, steering with one hand, masturbating with the other. He saw signs advertising a big Reggae festival happening, and surely lots of tasty young men, and pussy in need of some big black dick. There was plenty of Marcus still in his nutts too, and he was horny and hot to unload it.