Chapter 5: Trio of tarts
The bathroom tiles had been cold. The well water from the hose he’d sprayed her with had been colder. He’d pushed the prolapsed tissue back inside with a thick, indifferent finger, muttered something about her being “patched up,” and tossed her a rag that smelled of motor oil. That was yesterday.
Today, the screen door slammed with a crack like a gunshot.
Jeb looked up from whittling a piece of rotten fencepost. Tiffany stood in his doorway, backlit by the afternoon sun. But she wasn’t alone. Two other shapes, slight and curvy, hovered behind her, giggling.
“Hey, old man,” Tiffany said, her voice a mix of defiance and something else—a weird pride. “Brought some volunteers. House looked so good, we figured you needed more… help.”
She stepped inside, and the two girls slithered in after her. The first had dark, oily hair piled high, a mouth full of gleaming silver braces, and eyes lined with so much black makeup they looked like holes in her face. Gina. The second was a stark contrast: a cascade of frizzy ginger hair, a face dusted with copper freckles, and a chest that strained against a pink tube top, two massive, pendulous shapes threatening to spill out with every breath. Pam.
They fanned out in the filthy living room, noses wrinkling at the smell but eyes wide with a predatory curiosity. They were looking at Jeb like he was a bizarre exhibit.
“This is him?” Pam breathed, her voice surprisingly high. “The one with the…?”
“Yep,” Tiffany said, popping the ‘p’. She walked over to where Jeb sat, not even looking at his face, her eyes fixed on the crotch of his overalls. “Show ‘em, Jeb.”
Jeb set his whittling down slowly. A mean, yellow-toothed grin spread across his wrinkled face. “Well, ain’t this a surprise. A damn committee.” He didn’t stand, just unhooked the one strap of his overalls and let the front flap fall. His cock, soft and nestled in a thicket of grey pubic hair, lay against his thigh. It already smelled faintly of piss and old sweat.
The three girls stared. Gina giggled nervously, a metallic sound. Pam bit her lip.
“It don’t do tricks by itself,” Jeb rasped.
That was all the invitation Tiffany needed. She dropped to her knees on the grit-covered floor, her small hands pulling at his flaccid flesh. Gina, after a nudge from Pam, joined her on the left, while Pam, her enormous breasts practically in Jeb’s lap as she crouched, took the right.
They worked in a clumsy, competitive silence at first. Tiffany’s mouth, experienced now, enveloped the head, her tongue probing the unwashed slit. Gina, fascinated by the girth, began licking the shaft with quick, bird-like flicks of her tongue, her braces occasionally clicking against his skin. Pam simply nuzzled her face into his balls, taking one heavy orb into her mouth, sucking noisily.
Jeb groaned, his head thumping back against the chair. In minutes, he was fully hard, a thick, angry purple column of veined flesh standing at attention, glistening with three different types of saliva.
“Okay, together,” Tiffany ordered, pulling off with a wet pop. “Deep throat contest. Loser cleans his ass later.”
The three girls positioned themselves, open-mouthed, at the tip. Jeb guided his cock with a rough hand, feeding it first into Tiffany’s waiting mouth. She took half, gagging, eyes watering. He pulled back, a strand of her spit connecting her lip to his shaft, and shoved it into Gina’s brace-filled mouth. The metal scraped along his sensitive underside, a strange, sharp pleasure that made him hiss. She choked immediately, a loud GLRKKK sound erupting from her throat as she pulled back, drool and snot stringing from her nose.
“You’re out,” Tiffany sneered.
Pam went last. She opened her mouth wide, and with a practiced ease that belied her age, she swallowed him whole. Her nose pressed into his pubic hair, her throat convulsing around the invading head. The sight of her freckled face buried in his groin, her massive tits squashed against his legs, was too much. He fucked her face in short, brutal jabs, pulling her hair with one hand.
Tiffany, not to be outdone, shoved her face underneath, licking and sucking his balls as he face-fucked her friend. Gina recovered, joining in, kissing and biting at his inner thighs. The air filled with the sounds of wet, rhythmic choking, slobbering, and low, guttural grunts.
Fluids pooled on the floor—spit, precum, tears. Pam finally pulled off, gasping, a thick rope of phlegm and saliva dangling from her chin to his cock. She turned and vomited a little onto the floor, a splash of bile and soda, then wiped her mouth and grinned. “My turn for the real thing.”
Jeb stood up, his cock swinging, dripping. He pointed at Gina. “You. Bend over that couch.”
Gina scrambled to obey, hiking her skirt up over her bare ass. She was barely wet. Jeb didn’t care. He spat into his palm, rubbed it over his head, and drove into her pussy in one relentless thrust. She screamed, a sharp, metallic shriek.
SLAP-SQUELCH-SLAP. The sound was obscenely loud. Her tight, dry channel gripped him like a vise. With each withdrawal, the suction pulled air inside her, and with each deep plunge, she expelled it in a series of short, squeaky farts. PFFT-pfft-pfft. Jeb laughed, a sound like a door hinge breaking.
“Sounds like a mouse gettin’ stomped,” he wheezed, pounding harder.
He came inside her quickly, a hot, rushing flood. When he pulled out, his semen mixed with her scant juices and dripped down her inner thighs. He left her there, crumpled and gasping on the couch.
Pam was already topless, her huge, natural tits swaying, her nipples large and pink. “My tits,” she said, her voice husky. “They’re so heavy. Use ‘em.”
Jeb pushed her onto a stack of newspapers. She squeezed her breasts around his cock, which was still slick from Gina. The feeling was immense, soft, and smothering. He fucked the deep, freckled cleavage, the head of his dick popping out near her chin with every thrust to smear precum on her neck and face. She drooled, sticking her tongue out to catch the tip each time it emerged.
Tiffany, watching, felt a possessive fury. She got on her hands and knees behind Pam, presenting her own ass, the hole from yesterday still puffy and prominent. “My turn again, Jeb! Finish in my ass! Do it!”
Distracted, Jeb turned. He left Pam’s tits and mounted Tiffany from behind. The entry was easier this time, a familiar, looser burn. He fucked her with deep, punishing strokes, one hand clawing at her hip, the other reaching forward to grope Pam’s discarded tit.
The room was a chorus of depravity: the frantic fap-fap-fap of flesh, Gina’s soft crying from the couch, Pam’s encouraging moans, and the wet, internal noises coming from Tiffany. Jeb felt his second orgasm building, a deeper, slower pressure.
He slammed into Tiffany’s ass one final time and roared. The cum shot out of him in thick, heavy pulses, filling her already-strained rectum to overflowing. The force, combined with the angle, made her intestines gurgle loudly. A long, low, bubbling fart—BRRRRRRRLLLOOP—rattled from her used hole, followed by a trickle of his semen, which dripped onto the floorboards.
He collapsed off her, spent. The three girls lay around him in various states of ruin, a landscape of used flesh and fluids. The stench in the room was new now: sex, sweat, vomit, and the sour tang of deep anal.
Jeb sat on the floor, catching his breath. He looked at the three broken teenagers, then at the filth they’d added to his filth.
“Alright,” he panted, wiping his forehead with the back of a trembling hand. “You girls wanna be volunteers? The shitter’s backed up again. Tools are in the shed.”