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**Narada** · May 26, 2013, 05:31 PM

Holly's Tale Part 2: Busted!

After Rocky introduced me to the joy of going number two in my undies, I started doing it almost everyday. When I got home from school, I`d unload in my knickers as soon as I stepped through the door and spend the rest of the afternoon lounging about in my soiled pantys. Being a very analytical girl, I tried to figure out why I did it. At first, I thought I was having some sort of infantile regression, but I gradually came to realise that I do it because it feels good and excites me terribly. One day, I came home with a full tank. I`d been holding in my poo since lunchtime; I was eager to get to my room so I could load up my pantys and do my homework with warm, mushy poo sliding about in my knickers...

"Lizzie?"

I froze on the staircase and raced back to the living room where I was overjoyed to find Rocky sat in front of the TV. As usual, she wore as little as possible; a lacy black bra that barely concealed her ample bosom and a matching pair of full cut knickers. "Rocky!" I squealed, dropping my school bag and snuggling up to her on the couch. I gave her a deep, probing kiss, my heart racing as I tasted brandy on her lips; alcohol always made Rocky horny as fuck.

"That`s quite a welcome," Rocky laughed. "You must be really happy to see me."

"Always," I sighed contentedly. "Bit early for drinking, innit?" I picked up her half empty glass from the coffee table and downed it in one go.

"Look who`s talking," she chuckled, taking the glass from me and refiling it. She took a few sips and passed it back to me. "I`m celebrating the end of my academic career."

"So you`ve finally sworn off university?" I chuckled after I finished my drink and held out the glass.

Rocky shook her head, turning the empty bottle upside down and giving it a good shake.

"Yup. I`ve had it with 'higher education.' Besides, all I need to know, I learned in primary school." She began to casually toy with the buttons on my blouse(I suppose this is as good a time as any to describe my school uniform: it consisted of a white short-sleeved blouse, black necktie, pleated black skirt, white knee-high stockings, and black patent leather shoes).

"Mum is going to be well cross."

"She`ll get over it." Rocky unbuttoned my blouse and freed my breasts from their confinement in my bra. She then took the nipple of the boob nearest her into her mouth, sucking and biting it simultaneously.

"W-what are we watching?" I purred, desperately trying to maintain my composure. As usual, I was playing the role of the naive ingenue while my sister played the part of the seductress (this had been true once, but now it was merely role-play).

"A Japanese cartoon about sailor suited schoolgirls fighting aliens with their transforming animal robots," she muttered before quickly returning her mouth to my tits. At the same time, her hand went down the top of my skirt and into my moist knickers. I moaned softly, my head leaning over the back of the couch. As Rocky`s questing fingers brought me closer to climax, a deep rumbling in my tummy reminded me of the massive payload my bowels had to deliver.

"T-their uniforms kinda look like the ones we wear at Westchester...Right!" I exclaimed in a tremulous voice. "This show is shit. I`m changin` it." I reached for the remote on the edge of the coffee table, "accidentally" knocking it to the floor. I bent over and scooped it up, but I didn`t move. Rocky caught on at once and lifted my skirt up over my huge ass, exposing my granny pantys to her hungry gaze. I unclenched my sphincter and squeezed as hard as I could. I heard Rocky`s breath catch as a monstrous poo turd erupted from my bumhole. It pushed my knickers at least eight inches from my bum! "Bloody hell, I dropped a right big panty sausage in my knickers," I sighed after my movement came to an end. A geyser of cum mingled piss gushed unbidden from my throbbing pussy, drenching the front of my skirt and Rocky`s hot little hand(which was still in my pantys at that point).

"I can see that, you naughty, naughty thing," Rocky sibilated. "A big girl like you shitting yourself...you ought to be ashamed." She squeezed the massive bulge in my pantys. "You have to be punished." She pulled my knickers to one side one side, exposing my right bum cheek whilst leaving my poo intact. Her palm came down on my fleshy ass cheek with full force; she didn`t hold back(I did not want her to: I rather like it rough). "You wicked, wicked girl!" she growled, each new blow harder than the last.

"Yesssss," I hissed through gritted teeth. "Spank my ass! Fucking do it harder! Yeah...I`m sooo bad! Fuck! Oh shit!Punish me. PUNISH ME! Ohhhh..."

"Jesus, Liz, keep it down!" Rocky clamped her hand over my mouth. "The neighbours are gonna think we`re murdering a fucking cat or something over here."
I was beyond words at that point. My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks and I fell on the floor, thrashing about like mad before lapsing into blissful numbness. I was aroused from my post-orgasmic stupor by a noisome hiss that sounded rather like the air being let out of a tyre. I knew at once that Rocky was loading up her knickers with poo. She bit her bottom lip and bore down with all her might, her hands gripping the couch so tightly that her knuckles turned white. There was another gaseous release followed by a wet squirting sound and a softer hiss that announced her urination. The entire affair made me randy once again, so I crawled over to her and lapped her swollen cunt lips through the sheer material of her knickers.

"Oh god, Lizzie, you`re driving me mad! Shit...oh shit, I`m going to fucking explode!" Her entire body rose off the couch and she wailed like a bloody banshee.

"Shush, Rocky," I chided playfully and slapped my hand over her mouth. "Whatever will the neighbours think?"

"F-fuck them," she sighed blissfully while pulling my face toward hers. Her mouth practically devoured mine; it rather took my breath away.

"I showed you mine, now show me yours," I panted when I found my voice again. At once, Rocky got up, rested her arms on the back of the couch and stuck out her ass. The seat of her knickers was filled with thick, mushy poo. Her undies sagged so low that I could see the crack of her ass!

"Fuck," I whispered, squeezing her poo filled bum with both hands. I then ran one finger down her ass crack and held the soiled digit up to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out at once and licked it clean. I smeared what remained on her lips; this too was washed away by her eager tongue. Mad with passion, I leaned over and suckled her neck whilst my hands busied themselves by unhooking her bra and penetrating her shitty bum hole.

"Whoa, whoa, WHOA!" Rocky panted, turning to face me. I continued as if I`d not heard her, ripping off her bra and ramming my tongue down her throat. Her arms wrapped around me so I thought her protestations had ended, but she gently pushed me away seconds later. "Hold up, eager beaver. I`m callin' a time out on the field."

[Heh heh. She said "beaver."]

"Why?" I whined, my lips at her throat again.

"God, you`re fucking insatiable," Rocky moaned, on the verge of surrender again. "Cut it out!"

"Why do we gotta stop?" My hand was down the top of her knickers at that point.

"W-we n-need...ohhh...to....Mmm....clean up before ...... before....ahhh...Mum g-gets home."

"Fine," I sighed. I pulled my hand from her snatch and licked the sweet pussy juice from my fingers. I got the wet/dry vac from the closet and steamed away all evidence of our sexual depravations from the couch and carpet. "Right, that`s sorted." I tried to grab her but she stepped aside.

"We`re still in a time out, missy." She laughed at the scowl that crossed my lips. "Alright, alright, ya don't need to be a sour puss. I'm just messin' about." She slapped me on my bum(which totally obliterated my poor little poo log) and raced upstairs. "If you want me, you gotta catch me!" she squealed at the top of her lungs. I charged after her, tackling her to the floor at the entrance to her room and....Everything gets kinda blurry after that. I guess that bottle of brandy we had wasn`t so little after all.

When I came to, I was on the floor with Rocky draped over me, her head resting on one of my humongous tits. We were both naked except for our poopy undies. I must say, it felt rather nice to wake up with a full load of poo squishing around beneath my chubby bum. I was going to say something delightfully naughty until the horrified look on her face caused the words to die in my throat before I could utter them. All the colour had drained from her face and her saucer-wide eyes were fixated on something behind me. I didn`t need to look; I already knew the cause of her alarm. It was as if the entire world suddenly ground to a halt and everything began running in slow motion. My heart turned to ice in my chest and I started blubbing like a baby.

"I`m not interrupting anything, am I girls?" Mum intoned coldly.

**Narada** · May 26, 2013, 05:35 PM

Holly's Tale part 3 Double Date

If I said that Mum was absolutely livid when she caught Rocky and me in flagrante delicto, that would be the understatement of the millenium. I don`t think a word exists in any language to describe how supremely ticked off she was. I totally lost my shit: all I wanted to do was curl up and die.

"Well, what do you have to say for yourselves?" Mum hissed as we desperately tried to cover ourselves. Clearly, most of her ire was directed at Rocky; she always blamed her for any mischief I got up to as if I was incapable of being a rotten little shit on my own without being lead around by the tits. "You turned my sweet little baby into a fucking Jezebel--JUST LIKE YOU!" She got right in Rocky`s face..I thought she was gonna slap her! Mum had never hit either of us before and I made up my mind that she wasn`t about to start that day. As her hand was in motion, I grabbed her arm and buried my face in her shoulder.

"Ma, don`t! PLEASE!" I was sobbing so heavily that I could barely talk.

"This is all a big fucking misunderstanding," Rocky said struggling to maintain her composure.

"Right. Tell me how in the hell I could misunderstand my daughters topless and writhing around on the floor?"

"Oh, come off it, Mum! It wasn`t like that at all. This only happened cos we got drunk!"

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" She lunged for Rocky at this point, but I held her back. "My daughters only "dyke out" when they get smashed! Brilliant!"

"Mum, we didn`t...!"

"Why the hell were you topless then, Racquel?"

"T-the brandy we had made us hot, so we stripped off to cool down."

"That was MY brandy, you miserable little...Nothing else happened? Nothing at all?"

"Fine," Rocky sighed. "We kissed a little. It didn`t go any farther than that." My sister is a master prevaricator...that girl should be in government. Hell, I almost believed her.

"Holly." Mum turned to me and I started sweating bullets. "Is all of this true?" I nodded, afraid to look into her blazing emerald eyes. Mum looked at both of us and slowly shook her head. "Both of you are lying through your fuckin' teeth. Shameless...an absolute disgrace to the DuBonet name. It`s a good thing your father ain`t here to see this, God rest his soul. Why do you girls think I`m home so early today? The neighbours fuckin` heard ya! Ms. Apasit told me that the noise the two of you made was loud enough to wake the dead!" I must`ve turned fifteen different shades of red. "Go on," Mum continued. "Dig yourselves deeper. Please, explain this one away if you can. And why you`re at it, tell me why the hell are your bloody knickers full of poo?"

I couldn`t take anymore: I did a runner to the bathroom and introduced the contents of my stomach to the loo. Rocky was behind me straight away, holding back my hair so I wouldn`t get sick in it. Mum continued her rant, but I couldn`t make out most of it.

"For fuck`s sake, Mum, enough already! You`re upsetting her!"

"Oh, I`m upsettin` HER? Since when are you Holly`s spokesman?"

"Since now."

"Well, tell your client this, Racquel: I ain`t havin` this depravity in my house!"

"YOUR house!" Rocky scoffed. "Dad left this place to Lizzie and me!"

"The cheek. The unmitigated cheek! Oh Lord, what did I do to deserve such wicked, ungrateful children?"

I vomited again at that point. That was one of the worst days of my life. From that day on, it became Mum`s mission in life to keep us apart. She came home early every day and barged into our rooms at all hours to make sure we weren`t up to anything. We never got any alone time when she was around. She even forced us into therapy to treat our genetic sexual attraction(the absolutely daft psychiatric term for incest). Since Mum was in complete control of our finances until we turned 21 and she threatened to cut us off until then unless we did as she asked, we had no choice in the matter. The therapy sessions were completely ineffectual: all the psychoanalysis in the world couldn`t cure our burning passion for one another. Mum couldn`t keep watch over us 24/7, so we were able to carry on. One afternoon, Mum was caught in a traffic jam, so we were free to screw with reckless abandon.

"You know, we really need beards."

I looked down at Rocky incredulously. She was resting on my left breast and gently stroking my 'Buddha belly.' "Mum already caught us havin` it off! Getting fake boyfriends now would be like shutting the stable door after the bloody horse already got out!"

Rocky sighed heavily before she spoke again: she was in the midst of filling her lacy powder blue knickers with poo. "If we get beards, Mum`ll think the therapy`s working and back off."

"You`re right!" I grunted and squeezed a HUGE poo log into a pair of my well worn white cotton granny panties. I had lots of silky sexy knickers, but I love the feeling of cotton against my big bum as I soil myself. "Mum`ll think we`re cured! Oh Rocky, you`re brilliant!"

"I know," she replied and kissed me.

We decided our beards would be Fusari and Ramajeet(RJ) Ardhanari. Their parents, Bhakta and Bavani, were old friends of Mum`s and business partners with our family company, DuBonet Industries. They were copper-skinned cuties with short jet-black hair, almond eyes, full pouty lips, and well toned athletic bodies. We met at a company barbecue; they asked us to ring them if we ever wanted to hang out or whatever. Luckily, they were between girlfriends whwhen we called and were well eager to hook up.

On the night of our date, I took a long hot shower and slipped on my special knickers. Rocky`d found them on a fetish website and ordered some for us. They were basically panties, diapers, and rubber pants all rolled into one. These wonder knickers also had a bonus feature: dual flaps that opened directly over the crotch and bumhole. Rocky and I gave them an extreme tryout on the day they arrived: we drank two big cups of cola and popped two squares of chocolate Ex-Lax. We drove to a crowded Chinese resturant in the middle of the lunch rush and sat down to eat. Before I got the fork into my mouth, my cunt and my ass fairly exploded. I could tell by the reddening of Rocky`s face that she was letting go as well. Neither of us had dared to poo ourselves in public before, so there was a genuine fear of being caught. We were relieved when no-one smelled us and the knickers held in all our waste without leaking! I was therefore assured that we could soil ourselves on our date without worry.

Rocky and I had several pairs in multiple colours. I chose midnight blue, slipping into the matching bra as well. I wore a strapless white dress with a v-cut top that plunged so low that my ample 38 EE breasts threatened to escape at any moment! The dress had tiny black polka dots all over it; I fastened a shiny black cinch belt round my waist to minimize my tummy. I completed the look with red pumps that had four inch heels and a little black handbag.

"You look good enough to eat," Rocky purred when we met in the hallway outside my room. She was dressed far more conservatively than I was: her auburn locks were bound in a rather severe bun, a string of pearls adorned her neck, and she wore a modest black dress that only revealed a hint of her bust and most of her shapely legs. She wore a small, unbuttoned white sweater over it. Her white pumps had six inch heels and she had the cutest white clutchbag under her arm.

"Oh my god, you look amazing," I whispered, kissing her vigorously. Hell, I practically mauled the poor girl with my tongue! The insistant buzz of the doorbell suddenly rang in my ears, but I ignored it and carried on.

"Liz, the Ardhanaris are here," Rocky moaned softly.

"Let them wait." I yanked her dress all the way down to her belly button and feasted on her ample size 34 C boobs.

"Liz...Lizzie...HOLLY!!"

"Fine," I sighed and pulled her dress back up. "We`ll finish this later."

"You bet your ass we will." Rocky slapped my bum(HARD!) and raced to answer the door. I took my time coming down the stairs so that our gentlemen callers could get a good look at me. Both of them were rockin` the casual chic look: t-shirts, blue jeans, and sneakers.

"Christ, Holly! Your tits got downstairs two minutes ahead of ya!" Rocky chuckled.

"Fuck you," I giggled.

"You look fucking fantastic," Fusari whistled, his gaze locked on my bust. "Should we have worn our `Sunday best` as well?"

"No, you`re cool. Rocky and I just like to play dress up."

"Cool beans, Ramajeet beamed, directly addressing my tits. "Let`s roll."

We ran into Mum on our way out. "You remember Fusari and Ramajeet, right?" I was amused by her gobsmacked expression. At the mention of his name, Fusari put his arm around my waist. His touch sent a surge of electricity through my body.

"They`re our dates!" Rocky announced, gamely squeezing Fusari and RJ`s firm buttocks. They tried to greet Mum, but Rocky shoved them past her. "Stow the formalities, boys. Were gonna be late!"

Before I hurried after them, I winked at Mum and said "Don`t wait up!" We all bundled into Fusari`s sleek cherry red sportscar; I rode shotgun. Two seconds after we pulled out of the driveway, Rocky and Ramajeet started making out in the backseat! I was totally jealous.

"Damn, that sister of yours moves fast, doesn`t she?" Fusari laughed, watching the action through the rearview mirror.

"She is quite the little slut," I smirked.

"What about you?"

"I can be a bit slutty at the right time." I rubbed his leg suggestively as I spoke.

"Keep that up and I`ll crash the car."

"Sorry. So...are ya still in a band?"

"Yup. RJ`s in it, too. We have a gig Saturday. You two should come see us play."

"Totally!! What`s your band`s name again? Jaggin` Off?"

"JAGGANATH! It`s one of the names of a major god in my religion--Krishna. It means `Master of the World.`"

"Ah. I`m sorry." I replied abashedly.

"Don`t worry about it. Our god has a sense of humour." Fusari then slipped in a CD of their music....imagine hard rock sung in Hindi/English and based on the great epics of India...I know that sounds weird, but it's pretty cool. One song, "Sita's Lament," was particularly moving...I was wiping away tears by the end of it. Fusari wiped them away and put his arm around me. "You ok?"

"Yeah. That was...just...beautiful."

"I wrote that one," RJ interjected from the backseat before Rocky pulled him back into her frenzied embrace.

After we grabbed a bite to eat at a drive-thru, we went to the cinema. Contrary to what the boys thought, we didn`t want to see a chick flick: we wanted explosions, violence, gore, and tons of gratuitous nudity. Luckily, a teen slasher flick was playing--we were guaranteed blood, guts, and plenty of big fake tits. While the boys bought the tickies and snacks, we popped round to the Ladies. Once inside, Rocky pushed me against the sink and kissed me quite forcefully.

"You want to fuck him, don`t you?"

"Yah," I whispered when I`d caught my breath.

"You have my permission."

"Who says I need it?"

Something flared up in her eyes but quickly died out. "Get your ass in that stall" she ordered. "I want you to eat me out while I take a shit." I eagerly obeyed. Rocky sat on the toilet, hiking up her dress but leaving her knickers on. She passed gas loudly and the sound of her pooping wasn`t silent either. I got on my knees and undid the flap on her knickers covering her cunt. I buried my face in her hot pink fuzz box and was rewarded with a spritz of her musky pussy juice. She squirted in my face a few more times before she pissed on me. I tried to swallow as much as I could; I didn`t want her to go wee on my dress! I wasn`t able to drink it all...some dribbled down my face and ran down to my chest.

"Rocky, you`re pissin` on my tits!" I tried to sound cross, but I was so turned on that I was cooing like a baby. A major torrent of pee gushed from her snatch and drenched my face and boobs. I dodged the rest, keeping my dress mostly pee free. I left the stall in a huff.

"Liz?"

"Fun is fun, but this dress is mad expensive: I`ll thank you not to go wee on it!"

"Lizzie..." Rocky came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. She gently kissed my neck as I dabbed my bosom with a paper towel.

"You can piss on my tits all you like, but mind the threads, ok? It was kinda like you were marking your territory. Was that your intent? Do you own me? Am I your property?"

"Of course you are..and I'm yours!"

We entered the theatre hand-in-hand and sat between our dates. Fusari impetuously kissed me; the astonished/excited look he gave me afterwards told me he tasted Rocky`s cunt on my lips. As the movie was starting, I shushed him with a finger on his lips before he could ask what he already knew. Rocky and I erupted with gales of laughter whenever the slasher butchered the horny teens that populated the film. I laughed so hard that I pissed myself. As I expected, my knickers held it all in. My bowels let loose as well: I hadn`t had a movement in days, so I pooed enough to completely fill my panties front and back. They held that as well and absorbed any unpleasant odour. Fusari ventured another kiss as the last of the poo left my bumhole. I was so turned on that I snogged him forcefully. He groped my breasts and was about to get to "third base" until someone shook us.

"Oy, lovebirds!" Rocky jeered. "Get a room, why don`tcha!"

"Besides," Ramajeet snickered, "the movie ended a minute ago!" I looked up at the screen--the end titles were rolling.

"Bollocks," I giggled. Fusari and Rocky extended their hands to help me to my feet: I rather diplomatically took them both. We went back to Ardhanari manor, ostensibly to hear some of the boy`s music. Rocky and Ramajeet vanished the second we got through the door--he supposedly took her on a tour of the house, although they probably fucked in the first room they came to. I went to Fusari`s room where we sat on his bed while he played me a song on his guitar.

"You REALLY love your sister, don`t you?" he asked.

"Why don`t you just ask me what you really want to know?" I didn`t wait for his reply. I unzipped his fly and freed his gargantuan brown dick. I wanked him for a bit before I swallowed his trouser snake, although I practically had to unhenge my fucking jaw to do so. He reached over and rubbed my poopy knickers with both hands, smearing the poo all over my flabby ass cheeks.

"You`ve shit yourself!" I heard only suprise in his voice, not the revulsion I feared.

"So?"

"You're into shit? Are you a coprophiliac?" His dick twitched a little as he said it.

"Yeah." I had his dick in my hand, wanking him again so that I could look into his eyes and gauge his reaction to my revelation.

"You...you dirty, dirty girl!" His eyes burned with lust, exactly what I wanted to see, so I took him back into my mouth and blew him with greater vigour than before, taking his cock so deep that it tickled me bloody tonsils. "Shit...shit..s-stop, I d-don`t wanna come yet." He pulled out of my mouth and quickly discarded his clothes.

I followed suit, stripping off everything but my knickers and pumps. I dropped to my hands and knees. "Put it in me arse!" I roared, helpfully opening the ass flap on my knickers and holding my bumhole wide open with both hands. A small turd fell out of me and onto the floor as I did so.

"Baby girl," he whispered, "whatever made you think I was going to put it anywhere else?" He shoved his fat dick up my chubby ass with full force. That boy hammered my poor bunghole so hard I thought he was going to tear something loose!

"Fuck...god, oh god...you`re fucking killin` MEEE!!" My pendulous tits swayed with the effort of our lovemaking, and my arse cheeks jiggled like jelly. "I`m gonna fuckin` die...your fuckin` monster dick`s gonna kill me!" I was rubbing my clit like mad; the fucking thing was so engorged with blood it looked like a tiny little dick. My body exploded into orgasmic bliss...this caused my bumhole to spasm wildly, milking Fusari`s dick.It seemed to double in size right before it fired its scalding hot load deep inside my ass.

"Oh shit!" he moaned as he released the last of it.

"Give me that thing so I can clean it off." He slowly pulled out and shoved his shit covered dick in my mouth, whereupon I sucked the remaining jizz out of his flagging hard on...Suddenly, Fusari`s door flew open and an unfamiliar voice called from the hallway:

"Hullo! Why wasn`t I invited to the orgy?"

Bollocks, rumbled again! Why don`t I ever remember to lock the fucking door?

**Narada** · May 26, 2013, 05:43 PM

Holly's Tale Part 4: Ambika

"Why is Ramajeet screwing a skinny white girl on my bed?"

The owner of the mysterious voice entered the room; it was a gorgeous caramel skinned girl with long jet-black hair, a cute little button nose(pierced through one nostril), and full pouty lips. Her huge bust strained against the fabric of the black tube top she wore--I think it was a size too small for her. She had another piercing in her cute 'outtie' belly button. The white slacks she wore hugged her hips so tightly that they were like a second skin. She was barefoot, each toenail painted an iridescent red.

"Bikaji, I`ve told you not to barge into my room without knocking!" Fusari intoned angrily. He turned away from her and pulled on his trousers.

I turned red from head to toe when I felt her gaze wash over me. My humongous tits, flabby belly, huge hips, and fat arse were on full display. When I jumped up to find something to cover myself with, my knickers, overstuffed with poo as they were, slid down to my ankles and gave the girl an eyeful of my womanhood. The girl whistled softly and, smiling broadly, made the `OK` gesture with her right hand.

"Bikaji..." Fusari growled in warning.

"Fusariji..." she cooed mockingly. As I pulled up my poo filled knickers,

Fusari draped one of his long sleeved shirts over my shoulders and handed me my bra. "This is my little sister Ambika," he sighed apologetically. "Bika, this is Holly."

"Pleased to meet ya!" she wildly enthused as she winked at me. "VERY pleased."

"Is there something you wanted?" Fusari insisted.

"Did you not hear me?" Ambika replied. "I want you to get RJ and that carrot-topped girl to stop making sex on my bed!" Suddenly, her rich hazel eyes were on me. "Wait a tick. That girl looks just like you!"

"That's my sister Racquel. Sorry she's getting bodily fluids all over your bedding."

"Not your fault, is it?"

"Did you ask them to stop?" Fusari asked.

"Are you mad? I want to limit my exposure to RJ's bare bottom to once a lifetime, thank you." I started giggling uncontrollably. I was beginning to like this girl.

Fusari growled in Hindi--a swear most likely--and stalked out the room. "Holly, why don't you go and get cleaned up?" he called over his shoulder. "I'll have our servant draw you a bath. Bika will show you the way."

"I thought he'd never leave," Ambika laughed when we were alone.

"I saw you at that same company barbecue I met your brothers at, didn't I?"

"YES! You vanished before I got a chance to talk to you...where'd ya go?"

"To my mate Sheila`s birthday party." I had actually gone off to a secluded spot in the wooded area where the barbecue was being held with Rocky, but I didn`t want to tell a potential fuck buddy that I was shagging my sister.

"LIAR. Fine, don`t tell me."

"P-pardon?" How'd she know I was lying?

She wrinkled her nose and her face became an overanimated grimace of disgust. "PEE-YEW! Holly, I don`t mean to be rude, but you`re a bit ripe! Let`s get you into the bath!" She grabbed my hand(oh! Her fingers were well soft!) and pulled me along behind her. "I know this is probably a dumb question, but...are you into shit?" She whispered the profanity, her Hindi accent making the word sound impossibly cute. "Or did you eat the leftover curry in the fridge? It`s been in there for ages...that shit would give Superman explosive diarrhea!"

I laughed at her lame ass joke. "Well, according to my therapist, I'm a coprophiliac."

"That is so cool!" Her smile was incandescent. "I've never met a real live shit freak before!" It turns out that Ambika was absolutely obsessed with abnormal sexuality. Her fascination with deviant sex acts began when she was snooping around in her parent's private library. She found a book on paraphilia, abnormal or deviant sexual behaviour. The tome was full of exhaustive case studies of various paraphilias, each accompanied by first hand accounts from the "perverts" themselves, all of which went into quite graphic detail. After a few pages, Ambika sat on the floor and rubbed herself raw. When she recovered, she hugged the book to her bosom and ran with it to her room. "I've kept that book under my pillow ever since," Ambika sighed joyously. "I pleasure myself with it every night." She flashed me her dazzling smile again. "Well, here's the loo. Go on in and scrub up. If you need me to wash your back or...something, do give a yell."

"Ambika, are you into girls?" I smiled at her obvious flirtation.

"Darling, I'm into lots of things..." Another smile and she was gone. I leered at her voluptuous arse as she departed: I sighed and squirted a jet of urine into my overflowing knickers. I entered the bathroom, stepped out of my shit-filled panties, and gingerly(ha!) stepped into the warm bath. Two minutes into my ablution, there was a knock at the door. Ambika entered with my dress and a leatherbound book under her arm.

"I thought you might want to hear a few of the entries in my book." She sat on the closed toilet and opened the well-worn book. "Give me a sec: a few of the pages are stuck together." Ambika read me several accounts: some made me laugh, like the bloke who had a thing for insects (formicophilia). He basted his cock with honey and shagged an ant hill: he'd just managed to cum(ugh! Those poor ants!) when he was busted by a policeman.

"Oh god, that`s sick!" I howled. Another was about a man and wife who were mad for plants(dendrophiliacs); the guy fucked trees(bet his wifey called him "splinter dick") whilst the wife put tulips up herself.

"I think I have that condition too," Ambika laughed. "I shag meself with cucumbers from time to time..."

I got more turned on as she read more entries. "Ambika, you`ve got to let me borrow that book!" I moaned abandoning all pretense of bathing and fingering myself.

"No way! This book`s like a bloody Bible to me!" The next entry was about a Catholic schoolgirl who fancied the fit young priest who worked at her school. One day, she marched into his office to declare her love and was betrayed by her body..she got so nervous that she lost control of her bowels and took a mammoth shit in her panties. She was humiliated when it first happened, but whenever she thought of it later, it turned her on like crazy. After that, she started pooping herself whenever she saw him in the crowded hallways of the school...

"FUCK!" I bellowed, thrashing about in the water and stroking my swollen clit.

"I can help you with that." Ambika was suddenly kneeling by the tub. She thrust her hand between my legs and pawed my throbbing cunt until my body exploded into orgasm. She withdrew her hand and licked it as I recovered. "You taste so fucking good," she sighed.

"Thanks. Now let me taste you." I stood up and tried to embrace her, but she backed away.

"Wait."

I couldn't believe this bitch was playing hard to get after flirting with me and rubbing my pussy! I sighed, wrapped a towel around myself, and sat on the edge of the tub and waited to see what game she was playing.

"I just wanted to tell you about one more fetish...it's called myscophilia or mycophilia....something like that. It's an abnormal desire for used panties...sniffing them, wearing them..."she whipped off her trousers, revealing a pair of dingy white cotton "granny panties" that looked exactly like the ones I wear whenever I poo myself.

"T-those are mine, aren't they?"

"Yep. I'm wearing your dirty knickers" She smiled and sat on the toilet, picking up the manky poo filled knickers I'd left on the floor and holding them up to her nose! She inhaled deeply and a blissful smile spread across her face.

"Mmmm...."

"A-Ambika...where did you get my panties?"

"You remember the day you met my brothers, right? The company cookout in the forest preserve? You disappeared halfway through it. Where`d you go again?"

"I told you...my friend Sheila`s birthday party!"

She sighed. "Why must you lie?" She sniffed my poopy panties again. "I was gonna let you do such delightfully wicked things to me, but Mum says I shouldn't reward bad behaviour."

"Whatever." I bent over the tub to let the water out, mooning her(she laughed quietly). "May I have my knickers back? The ones you're holding, not the ones you're wearing... I have to shit." When she didn't answer, I sighed. "Are you gonna tell me where you got my panties or not?"

"I got them on the day of the cookout..." she said. "I fancied you from the moment I first saw you, so I was about to ask you out, but I couldn`t find you nowhere! I went lookin' for ya in the woods. I was ready to give
up when I heard somethin'. Wanna guess what?"

"Nope."

"Moaning. Animalistic grunts of pleasure," she whispered. "I followed it to its source... Two ginger-haired girls havin' it off."

Shit! Busted again! "Y-you saw us?"

"Yeah. Racquel was flat on her back while you were eating her pussy. Your skirt was pulled up over that sweet arse of yours, so I had a clear view of you filling your panties--these panties(she patted her crotch to indicate the purloined panties she wore)--with shit. I got so turned on...I closed my eyes and began pissing myself. Just something I do when I get horny." A jet of piss shot from her cunt, soaking her(my!) knickers and leaving a puddle on the floor. "I watched the two of ya until you...finished. You both got up, stepped out of your panties, and skipped off hand in hand."

"I waited until the coast was clear and then ran over to where you two had flung your knickers. Do you know what kind of perverse joy a panty lover like me got out of finding TWO pairs of shit loaded panties? I just about went bonkers! First thing I did was kneel down and sniff each one over and over. Then I pulled off my own knickers from under my dress and fingered myself whilst I pissed all over the poopy panties on the ground. Finally, I slipped on your knickers and put Racquel's into my purse. Oh but it felt good to feel your poo mushing all around my ass and pussy! I went straight home and fingered myself through your poopy panties while I sniffed Racquel's. After that, I dumped the poo out of them both and rinsed them, but I never washed them. I've been wearing your knickers ever since."

She looked down at the shitty knickers she was still holding. "You certainly packed a lot of shit in these!" Without another word, she pulled back the waistband of her knickers and tipped over the panties she was holding, dumping the poo onto her pussy! When she didn't get it all out, she dug the thick poo logs out one by one and shoved them in her panties. Each time she'd deposited her gooey cargo, she'd lick her fingers clean. "So sweet," she purred.

"Holy Christ, you're so fucking nasty!" I grinned wickedly. When all of the poo was in her knickers, she started rubbing her pussy like crazy, spreading poo all over her slit. She then pressed against the shit with two fingers, forcing it and the sodden material of her knickers deep inside her cunt. As her frenzied self abuse continued, she began to moan softly. I couldn't take it anymore.. I dropped my towel and mounted her, biting her neck and grinding my hips against her snatch. The poor girl was practically smothered by my huge tits, but I don't think she cared.

Another knock at the door interrupted us. "Shit!" Ambika roared. "Go away!"

"Where's Holly, Bika?" It was Fusari.

"I'm fucking her, dammit! Piss off!" Ambika roared before pressing her lips against mine. We continued messing about for a bit as Fusari continued pounding on the door. Finally, she softly whispered "Stop."

"I don't want to." I replied. My hands were beneath her top, kneading her breasts like dough, and my lips were pressed against her throat.

"Holly...sweetie..." Ambika moaned. She let me continue for a while longer before she caught hold of my wrists and got off the bathroom floor, pulling me along with her. We stood there for a moment, holding hands and staring into each other's eyes. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer.

"Here." Ambika pulled up her trousers and produced a black felt tip marker from her pocket. She grabbed my hand and wrote a number on my palm. "That's my mobile number; call me anytime, day or night." She kissed my cheek and turned to leave. "Wait." She grabbed my dirty knickers off the floor and held them up. "May I have these?" She asked.

"You can have anything you want." I replied.

"Cheers." She gave me a peck on the lips and left the bathroom, bumping into Fusari as she left. I watched her bottom as she walked off--knowing that her purloined knickers were full of my poo turned me on like mad!

"Wow, that was quick." Fusari said as he sat on the toilet lid and watched me get dressed.

"What was?" I asked.

"Ambika always goes after the girls I date." Fusari chuckled. "It usually takes her awhile, but she always steals them away from me. She never works on a girl this fast--you must really be something special!"

"I guess..." I smiled as I ran a hand through my hair.

"Wow...she's already got her hooks in you, hasn't she?" Fusari said.

"Shut up!." I laughed whilst straddling him and hiking up the bottom of my dress, exposing my fanny to him. "Look, just because I fancy your sister doesn't mean we can't shag every now and again, OK?"

"OK." Fusari grinned stupidly as I freed his rapidly hardening cock from his slacks and worked it inside myself.

I realised at that moment that I now had two new sexual partners thanks to my mum catching Rocky and me together; I smiled to myself as I promised to thank her for helping me add two more notches to my bedpost.

**Narada** · May 26, 2013, 05:50 PM

Holly's Tale Part 5: Ambika Again

I never imagined that I would be locked into a committed relationship with anyone: I like to play the field way too much. Basically, I`m a love `em and leave `em kinda girl...or at least I was until my Ambika came along. It took that Hindi hottie less than one day to worm her way into my heart. This instantly relegated all other contenders for my affections to second place. I can`t explain the instant magnetic attraction we had for each other--as cheesy as it sounds, it just felt like we were meant to be together.
Within days of our first meeting, we started doing all of those sickeningly sweet things that couples do: we dressed alike, held hands constantly, chatted on our mobiles all hours of the night, engaged in embarrassing public displays of affection--hell, we even came up with cutesy nicknames for each other: I was her Honeyji, and she was my Bika.

It wasn`t all sweetness and light,however. I had a minor problem with my Amby: she`s a mysophiliac--she is totally obsessed with used panties. Whenever I pooped myself, she instantly demanded that I give her my soiled panties so that she could smell them and put them on! One of the greatest things about pooping in my panties is the delicious feeling of poo nestled between my ass cheeks or the divine sensation I get when the poo makes its way down to my pussy, so I wasn't thrilled to part with my panties. Of course, I couldn`t say no to her and wound up giving them to her everytime. Besides, seeing her strut around in my shitty knickers turned me on like crazy.

This scenario played out once again one afternoon several months into our relationship. Bika and I were watching TV on her bed. I was wearing a white tube top and a really short black skirt(Bika insisted that I always wear skirts or dresses so that she could have unfettered access to my knickers). Amby wore a black bikini top that strove mightily to contain her ample 45DD bust and a pair of hot pink biker shorts without any panties underneath. They were so tight that they displayed the outline of her meaty cunt lips(I'm told that's called a "camel toe"). As I aimlessly flicked through the channels with the remote, I ran my index finger up and down her slit; her pussy quickly got wet and soaked the crotch of her shorts.

"Honeyji," she whispered as she gently nibbled on my earlobe. Her hand slowly wandered down my body, freeing my big fat tits as it went. Finally Bika`s hot little hand slid past the waistband of my panties. One finger stroked my clit while two gently worked their way inside my snatch.

"Fuck me," I moaned softly. My pussy clamped down on the invading digits as if it didn`t want to let her go. I bit my bottom lip as I felt my orgasm getting closer. At the same time, a massive pressure built up in my stomach and I broke wind quite loudly. "I need to take a shit," I whispered.

"Do it." she replied after licking the inside of my ear.

"I`m coming...I`m coming!" I murmured. The second I bore down and pushed a gooey mass of poo into my knickers, a savage orgasm tore thru my body. I arched my back and rose off the bed, sinking back onto it and twitching like mad. I felt like I was on fire! "Fuck...Ambika...ohh..." My orgasm began to subside and I rested my head on her bosom(she had removed her clothes by this point). Amby wrapped her arms around me and held me tight as the last of my poo oozed into my knickers.

"That`s my girl," she cooed. "Let it all out."

"I...I love you so much, Bika!" The words were strange and alien to me, but it was true!

"I love you too, Hollyji. I`d love you way more if you hand over your knickers!"

"Beg." I ordered mockingly.

"Please," she giggled.

"Surely you can beg better than that, Bika-boo!"

"Please," she whispered, brushing her lips against my throat.

"Fine," I sighed dramatically. I raised my legs into the air and pulled off my knickers. I handed them to her;she instantly brought them up to her nose.

"Mmm..." she moaned. At her request, I had not washed "down below" that day; Ambika loved the smell of my unwashed pussy. "You smell...so...FUCKING...good!"

"I`m glad you approve." Watching my woman sniff my manky knickers made me hornier than hell. I rained kisses on her cheek and neck, working my way down to her boobs. I feasted on her huge tits suckling the chocolate nipples that rested at the center of her caramel globes.

"Hollyji...oh, Honeyji" she moaned. My tongue ran circles round each breast before I traced a line down her torso. I heard her sigh as I stopped at her tummy. She wanted me to dive into her cunt straightaway, but I knew she`d get more pleasure out of it if I delayed the moment a bit. I played with her belly button, licking it and pulling on her piercing with my teeth. "Oh Honeyji, you are driving me mad!" She was thrashing about wildly--she REALLY wanted me to eat her pussy, and still I denied her! I gave her outer thigh a long languorous lick before Bika grabbed my hair(OW!) and pulled my head toward her cunt. "This is where I need your mouth, you naughty girl."

"As you wish." Ambika didn`t go for the bald pussy look
like most girls I knew(myself included). Although she kept her pubic hair trimmed, she had an honest to god bush. My tongue spent a few minutes flicking through that curly black bramble before Amby grabbed my hair again.

"Honeyji, must I beg? If I am not cumming soon, I will explode!" I smiled and held open her fleshy cunt lips with my thumbs. I saw her bodily fluids pooling at the entrance to her vaginal canal...the poor girl really was ready to burst. I slowly licked both sides of her pink folds before I thrusted my tongue into the center of her hot pink wetness. I fucking loved the salty sweet taste of her pussy!

"Oh my love, oh my soul!" Ambika moaned. She had laid my knickers across her face and was using both hands to push my head into her snatch. Finally, I ran the flat of my tongue across the length of her elongated clit. Ambika roared something in Hindi and her body went rigid. At the same time, she drenched my face with her burning hot cum. I crawled into her arms and kissed her, feeding her her own cum.

"I adore you, oh how I adore you," she whispered. Her hands gripped my ass cheeks and held them wide open whilst she dabbed my poopy bumhole with several of her fingers. She then withdrew her poo covered hands and popped them into her mouth, sucking them one by one until they were clean.

"So sweet!" she grinned.

"You are so nasty!" I laughed as I dismounted her and started getting dressed.

"That`s why you like me," she sang. She picked up my shit filled knickers, smelled 'em, and put them on. She also slipped back into her cum stained biker shorts. She bent over in front of me while she was dressing, teasing me. I grabbed her and pulled her into my lap, whereupon she began grinding her poopy ass against my cunt. I reached around her and groped her tits. I swear, when the two of us got going, it was like we were possessed by some mad pagan Sex God! Just as I slipped my hands into Bika`s knickers and started massaging her beaver, there was a gentle knock at the door.

"Memsahib?"

"Shit, it`s Candika!" Amby hissed and jumped off my lap. She hurriedly sprayed a can of air freshener around the room and went to open the door. Candika, the Ardhanari`s servant, peered through the crack in the door--Amby didn`t open it all the way. The woman, apparently in her mid-20`s, was wearing a dark red sari with gold patterns and trim.

"What are you two getting up to in there?" She asked playfully.

"Nothing," Ambika innocently answered.

"Little mistress, will you and your guest take lunch in your room or in the dining hall?"

"We`ll go to the hall, Candikaji."

"As you wish." Candika suddenly wrinkled up her nose and looked directly at me. "Whatever is that smell? It rather reminds me of the 'honeymoon scent' couples have after their first time laying together." I turned beet red and hid from Candika`s knowing gaze behind one of Ambika`s many books. When I realised that it was the Kama Sutra, I got even redder and dropped it. Candika laughed and winked at me before she left.

"Does she know about us?" I asked.

"I guess." Bika shrugged. "She was probably listening at the door."

"What if she tells your mother? Shit, what if your mother tells MY mother?"

"Stop panicking! She won`t tell a soul."

"How can you be so sure?"

"We have...an arrangement."

"You`re not having it off with her, are you?" I was suddenly jealous: Candika was a very pretty woman.

"Darling, one does not sleep with the help..at least I don`t. Let`s just say she`s I caught her 'doing it' with someone in the family and leave it at that, ok? If she's doesn't talk, I won't talk." She sat on my lap again. "Now, where were we?" she grinned devilishly and pressed her lips against my throat. "What is it?" She asked as she noticed the distracted look on my face. "I told you, she won't say anything..."

"It's not that, Bika." I was looking at the small statue of the Hindu god Shiva on the night table by her bed. Ambika was a devout Hindu. Her bedroom was littered with Hindu devotionals and the epic spiritual works of Hinduism; the Vedas, the Bhagavad-Gita, the Ramayana, the Mahabharata, etc. "I'm curious: how can you be so religious and be such an..."

"..Incorrigible slut?"

"No, I didn`t mean..."

"Honeyji, just because I`m religious doesn`t mean I have to be a bloody nun. Besides, I wasn`t raised with the belief that sex is sinful. The sacred and the sexual aren`t polar opposites: they`re one and the same. Sex connects us to the Divine..Sex IS the Divine. Why do you think people call out god`s name during sex? Orgasm is the closest thing we have to an experience of the Divine Consciousness here on Earth." She smiled at me. "I hope all of that didn't blow your mind, Honeyji."

"Not at all," I grinned. "I like having my mind blown!" I kissed her passionately and slipped my hand underneath her top.

Bika jumped off my lap, squealing as I chased her around the room. "Honeyji, STOP! You are so fucking insatiable! Nooo!" she giggled as I tackled her to the ground and mounted her. I freed her breasts and suckled them one by one. "Stop...ohhh...Honeyji...STOP!"

"Why? I know you don't want me to...!"

"Candika will be back if we don't go down right now."

"Bollocks!" I growled as I stood up and helped Bika to her feet.

"Sorry!" She grinned apologetically as she readjusted her top. "I'll make it up to you after lunch."

"You better!" I pouted.

"I promise!" Bika replied. "After we've eaten, I'm going to make you see God...over and over again!" Ambika was true to her word: she got me off so many times that I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven! That was truly one of the best afternoons of my life.

**Narada** · May 26, 2013, 05:57 PM

Holly's Tale Part 6: Afternoon Delight

One summer afternoon, I popped round to the Ardhanari`s sprawling manor, bored out of my mind and horny as fuck. Ambika pulled into the driveway seconds after I arrived. She was wearing a strapless black mini dress with white biker shorts and sandals. She also had a string of rudraksha beads around her neck (they’re shriveled brown acorn-sized shells worn by devotees of the God Shiva). When she saw me waiting for her on the porch, her face lit up like a bloody Christmas tree. She hopped out her car, slipped off her biker shorts, and licked the crotch suggestively. As she walked towards me she raised her skirt and gave me an eyeful of her hairy beaver.

"Bika, do you ever wear knickers?" I asked with a kiss.

"Oh dear, I forgot to put them on today! She smiled. "Can I borrow yours?"

"Only if you’re VERY nice to me." I kissed her again and palmed her bare ass.

"Ah no, Honeyji!" Bika protested. "Let me bathe first. I’m all sweaty and dirty from my yoga class!"

"I love it when you’re all hot `n` sweaty!" I smiled and licked the side of her neck. The salty-sweetness of her skin caused a tingle that went from my tongue down to my pussy. We went inside and raced up to her room. Bika stayed ahead of me the entire way, holding up her skirt so that I could get a good look at her bare ass. When we got to her room, I shoved her facedown onto her bed.

"No my love" she pleaded. "I didn’t wipe after I used the bathroom! I smell just awful!" She looked back at me and winked. I gently sank my teeth into each of her round, succulent ass cheeks over and over. Bika stiffened and inhaled sharply. After that, I parted her bum cheeks and buried my nose in her chocolate bum hole. The smell of her unwashed asshole made my snatch wet as hell.

"Oh my dearest," Bika moaned. "It is ever so dirty back there... I need you to clean it for me." My tongue darted out like a snake and probed her shitty bunghole. "Tee hee, that tickles!" She laughed. I started slowly licking her entire ass crack. Each time the flat of my tongue passed over her asshole, the puckered brown orifice opened and deposited a Hershey kiss sized dollop of poo into my mouth, which I then dutifully swallowed. Ambika alternated between wild gyrations and vigorously humping her mattress. To alleviate the fire in her cunt, I reached between her legs and groped her pink wetness. It was rather like dipping my hand into a pot of honey. I withdrew my hand and licked it clean. Fuck, she tasted of honey as well!

Bika suddenly flipped over and pulled down her dress until it was naught but a black band round her belly. As I hurriedly discarded my white sundress, I drank in the sight of my goddess: her long black hair was splayed wildly across her pillows, her face flushed with exertion, and her pendulous breasts heaved with each ragged breath she took. Her dainty fingers stroked the erect nub of her clit until she shuddered with an intense orgasm.

"I want more," she whispered breathlessly. "I want to cum again." I descended on her like the sex crazed maniac that I am. Her fat ass titties were my first target. I gave them the same treatment I’d given her ass: thousands of little love bites followed by a thorough tongue bath. When I thought she was good 'n' ready, I made a beeline for her juicy beaver. I gently parted her chocolate cunt lips and dove into the bubble gum pink center. Each time my tongue passed over her slit, Bika slid one of the rudraksha beads down the string they hang from and recited one of Shiva’s names(He has at least 1008): "Ohh...Girisha..Shankara...Bholanath...Nataraj a...
Ishvara...umm...Nilakanta...Visvanatha..."

"You taste fantastic," I muttered.

"I want...to...taste...you..." she replied breathlessly. I shifted my body until I was in the 69 position--her pussy in my face and vice versa. I was wearing my combo panties/diapers, the ones with the Velcro attached flaps over the crotch and ass. Bika opened the "cunt flap" and fairly devoured my moist womanhood. Just as my juices really started to flow, my stomach began to grumble. I had popped a square or two of chocolate Ex-Lax so that I could blast a wicked dookie into my knickers. A massive poo log shot noisily out of my bum hole and curled right between my swollen cunt lips! Bika lapped at it as well as my dripping wet pussy. A lot more poo fired into the seat of my knickers; that was the exact moment I had the orgasm of a lifetime. I lay there twitching ecstatically whilst Bika yanked off my knickers and put them on. She lay beside me and rubbed her poop covered pussy until she came again. We lay in each other’s arms for a time, sometimes kissing, sometimes just staring into each other’s eyes.

"I love you so much," I whispered and laid my head on her ample bust.

"I love you more," she replied with that radiant smile that made me melt like wax.

After a while, we went into the bathroom where Candika had prepared a bath of warm milk and rose petals. Bika always did this after yoga class to relax and soothe her sore muscles. This also made her skin soft and supple. Bika stepped out of my poopy knickers and slid into the warm milk.

"Ahhh, that feels SO good!" She leaned her head against the back of the tub and closed her eyes. I knelt by the tub and drank a handful of the milk.

"You pissed in this just now didn’t you?" I giggled.

"Yup!" she laughed boisterously. She then dipped a finger in the poopy panties she’d left beside the tub and rubbed the shitty finger across her lips. She took another small chunk of poo and smeared it across her big tits. I kissed her straightaway and then licked the poo off her mammoth mammaries.

"Get the fuck in here!" Bika shouted and pulled me into the tub.

"Dammit Amby, now I’ve got milk in my cunt!" I shrieked.

"I can help you get it out," she smiled wickedly.

We messed about for so long that our milk bath went dead cold. That didn't deter us in the least; we carried on with our lovemaking until a frantic knock at the bathroom door brought us to a halt.

"Ambika! Holly!" It was Candika, the Ardhanari's servant--that woman seemed to be making a habit out of interrupting our fuck sessions.

"Yes?" we answered in unison.

"Mr. and Mrs. Ardhanari just pulled into the driveway!" Candika replied. "The two of you need to come out of there right now!"

"Oh, shit!” I yelped and leapt from the tub. Ambika quickly followed, giggling like mad and shivering as the cold air hit her naked body. As I unlocked the door, Candika pushed it open, grabbed both of us by the arms, and pulled us into the hall while she stepped into the bathroom.

“Ahhh! S-so fucking cold!” I hissed as my teeth chattered.

“Go and get dressed!” she chided. “I’ll clean your mess.” As she spoke, she bent over and picked up my poo filled knickers; she turned and looked at us in shock. I turned bright red while Ambika merely laughed. “Please, girls, go get dressed!” Candika sighed whilst shaking her head. “Mr. and Mrs. Ardhanari will be inside any minute now!”

We reached the safety of Ambika’s room and got dressed minutes before Mrs. Ardhanari entered. The woman was the spitting image of her daughter (although several years older, obviously). Her long black hair was tied in a bun and she wore a red blazer with matching skirt and black pumps.

“Hello, girls!” she beamed.

“Ever heard of knocking, Mum?” my Ambika sneered.

“Ummm…hey, Mrs. Ardhanari!” I said nervously.

“I thought I told you to call me Bavani!” Mrs.—err—Bavani said as she pinched my cheek. “Oh my goodness, Holly, you are so cute!”

“Thanks, Mrs. Ardhan—Bavani! I smiled.

“What do you want, Mum?” Ambika asked with a roll of her eyes.

“Oi! Don’t be so rude to your mum, Bika!” I said as I slapped Ambika on her bum. I instantly reddened as I realized what I had done.

“You’ll have to strike her a bit harder than that to get through to her, Holly!” Bavani laughed.

“Mum…” Ambika whined.

“Alright, dear! I’m sorry I didn’t knock. I just came to tell you girls that we brought pizza for dinner. I’d hoped you would come down and eat with us, but I can have Candika bring you up some if you two lovebirds want to be left alone.”

I honestly think my heart stopped beating at that moment.

“Mum, what are you on about?” Ambika asked.

“You think that I don’t know my own daughter?” Bavani replied. “Your father and I have known you were into girls since you were twelve! You don’t have to hide it anymore.”

“Mum--!” Ambika put her hand to her mouth and I saw tears form at the edges of her eyes.

“Now, we would actually like to get to know your girlfriend a little better!” Bavani embraced both of us. “Holly, in this short amount of time, you have become like a second daughter to us. We would like to spend a little time with the girl who has stolen our daughter’s heart, if you don’t mind!”

“I--I would be glad to!” I smiled as my tears began to flow.

“Oh my god, Mum--!” Ambika sobbed.

“Now, now, no more tears!” Bavani flashed her pearly white grin and released us. “Come and eat with us.” She said as she left the room.

“Oh my god…” Ambika repeated. I wrapped my arms round her and pulled her close to me. “I can’t believe it. I always thought they’d turn me out into the street when they found out I was a lesbian. I guess they do love me, after all.”

“Wow.” I said as I wiped my eyes. “I wish my mum was that cool.”

“Give her time,” Ambika replied as we parted. “She may come around yet.” She kissed one of the teardrops that rolled down my cheek. “Come on, Honeyji, let’s go eat. I am well starved!

“Me too, Bika.” I kissed her and then we walked downstairs hand in hand and joined her parents for dinner.

[ Holly's Tale Part 7 coming soon. ]

**Pieuvre** · May 28, 2013, 12:49 PM

Wow ... what a story! But where do you take all your inspiration? Fantastic and a big thank you to share with us.

**Narada** · May 28, 2013, 01:45 PM

Originally posted by Pieuvre

Wow ... what a story! But where do you take all your inspiration? Fantastic and a big thank you to share with us.

You're welcome! It's hard to pinpoint exactly where I get my inspiration. I just wanted to write stories featuring things I'm into that I wasn't seeing represented elsewhere; plus sized women, interracial sex, incest, etc.

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