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It's been far too long since I posted a Naruma and Mandy story, so have a new one! It's another 'side story' featuring other characters in the lead role instead of the girls, but they do make an appearance! Sadly, this is going to be the last Naruma and Mandy story for the time being: I have no more stories to tell about them at the moment. Hopefully, inspiration will strike again someday. Until then, enjoy! All characters in the story below are of legal, consensual age.
Naruma and Mandy Side Story #5: Mr. Opposite
By
Sri Narada Jagganath, Esq.
Bijal Virani had gambled on online relationships before and lost big time, but she finally hit the jackpot when she met Delmar Brooks. She met him on a website for women looking to date Black men; they hit it off instantly. Two weeks after they met, they started going out. Everything went well at first, but their relationship soured fairly quickly due to their sex life. Bijal had a ridiculously high sex drive; her every waking moment was almost entirely devoted to getting herself off. Delmar, on the other hand, didn't seem to require much sex at all and was entirely happy with having it once or twice a week. Most of the time, he claimed to be too exhausted to have sex. On those days, the best Bijal could hope for was some cuddling and being finger fucked to orgasm. Naturally, this didn't work for her at all.
"Why the hell are you always so tired?" Bijal asked Delmar late one night. At the time, she was only wearing a white bra with baby blue panties and grinding against Delmar as they lay on her living room sofa.
"Girl, I already told you--work got me wore the fuck out!" Delmar sighed. He worked as a book keeper and accountant at a law firm.
"Don't I turn you on anymore, Del?" Bijal said. Her impromptu lapdance wasn't having the desired effect; Delmar's dick remained flaccid.
"Bee, you know you do!" Delmar replied and wrapped his arms around her.
"Then why ain't you hard?" Bijal tore away from Delmar's grasp and sat on the edge of the couch with her arms folded.
"Bee, I already told you..."
"No, fuck that shit!" Bijal spat. "I know the real reason you're so tired--you been fuckin' some other bitch behind my back!"
"Bee, it ain't like that!" Delmar put his hand on Bijal's shoulder, but she pulled away from him.
"Then what is it like, Del?" She shrieked. "Tell me what the fuck it's like." Before Delmar could speak, she jumped up and opened the front door. "You know what? I don't even wanna hear it. Leave."
"Baby--!"
"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!" Delmar left without another word, whereupon Bijal slammed the door. After devouring a pint of ice cream, she spent the rest of the night masturbating and then cried herself to sleep.
The following day, Delmar showed up at the office where Bijal worked as a computer programmer and data entry specialist with a bouquet of roses and a very expensive diamond bracelet. "I'm sorry, Bee." He said after the applause and cheers of her co-workers died down.
"You better be!" Bijal grinned and jumped into his arms. Afterwards, they went out for dinner and spent the night making love. Unfortunately, their sex life returned to normal after that, and her suspicion that he was cheating on her returned.
A few days later, Delmar went out of town for a company seminar: Bijal decided that she was going to break up with him when he got back. The day after he left, Bijal went to his apartment; he'd asked her to feed his fish and water his plants while he was gone. Might as well do him one last favor before I dump his ass, She thought. Just as she was about to open the bottle of fish food, something nerby caught her eye--there was a pair of binoculars on the window sill. This Peeping Tom ass motherfucker! She thought. What the fuck has he been lookin' at through these? Bijal threw aside the curtains and looked out the window: she could see movement in the apartment across from her. Curious, she held the binoculars up to her eyes. Inside, two women were doing yoga exercises. One of them was tall and curvaceous with long dark brown hair; she wore rectangular glasses and had a multiracial look to her. The other was a short and skinny Asian girl with jet black hair tied in a ponytail.
Why's he looking at these two basic ass bitches? Bijal wondered. The two women did the downward facing dog pose with their asses aimed directly at the window; it was then that Bijal noticed something odd. The seat of each woman's leotard started bulging outwards and turning dark brown.
What the fuck? These hoes are shittin' themselves! Bijal was shocked by what she was seeing; she wanted to stop looking but she couldn't tear her gaze away from the lewd spectacle. The two women stood up and continued doing yoga poses with poop in their leotards as if it was the most natural thing in the world. After they were done, they sat down on the floor in the lotus position and shut their eyes. Gradually, twin golden puddles formed on the floor beneath then and pooled together. And now they've pissed themselves, Bijal thought. Of course.
"No wonder why that motherfucker ain't ever in the mood; he's too busy jaggin' off to those two nasty ass bitches all the time!" Bijal snarled. "I can't believe he's into that shit!" She threw the binoculars aside, dumped some food into the fish tank, and left. What she'd seen replayed itself continuously in her mind's eye as she drove home. She was nauseated by it, but she couldn't get it out of her head. When she got home, she looked around online and was surprised to find that people pooping and pissing themselves on purpose was a fairly common fetish. "Sick motherfuckers!" She muttered. "How could anyone be turned on by this shit?"
Bijal returned to Delmar's place the next day, feeding the fish and watering the plants as quickly as she could. When she'd accomplished her task, she turned to leave, but curiosity led her to spy on the two women once more. The curvy, bespectacled woman was sitting in an armchair reading a comic book: she was naked as the day she was born. The tiny Asian girl was crawling towards her; she wasn't wearing anything but a silky pair of lime green panties. When she got close, she started kissing and sucking the seated woman's toes. After a few minutes, she started planting kisses on each of the woman's shapely legs, slowly making her way upwards. Finally, she reached the woman's hairy pussy and buried her face in it.
"Oh shit!" Bijal gasped, nearly dropping the binoculars as she did so. She had never seen people fucking outside of porn before, and she was getting incredibly turned on.
As the Asian girl continued licking out her plump lover, a wet spot slowly formed on the back of her panties. Soon, they were soaked clean through and her piss flowed freely to the floor. Just as the golden shower trickled to a stop, a truly massive log of poo started to stretch out the seat of her panties.
"Those bitches are crazy!" Bijal moaned. By that time, she had slipped one of her hands into her pants and started rubbing her pussy. After a few minutes, simple stroking wasn't enough; she pulled down her blue jeans and panties in one go and started full on fingering herself. "Oh god... " she moaned softly as she rapidly pumped her wet pussy and rubbed her clit with her thumb.
Meanwhile, the little Asian girl continued loading up her panties with poop. They started to sag, exposing a bit of her ample bottom. Her hands were resting on her lover's legs, holding them open so she could have easy access to her pussy. The curvy woman in the chair had so far continued to read her comic book as if nothing was happening: suddenly, she dropped it and leaned her head backwards, apparently moaning in ecstasy. After a few seconds, her head snapped forward again. For a few seconds, she looked out the window across from her and right into the apartment where Bijal stood.
"Fuck!" Bijal dropped the binoculars and dove to the floor. Did she see me? The fear of being caught did nothing to quell her arousal: it actually heightened it. She continued rubbing and fingering herself until she came, thoughts of the two women running through her head the entire time. "Oh, fuck!" She sighed whilst rubbing her wet pussy. She looked out the window and saw that the smaller girl was now straddling her plump lover, kissing her passionately, squeezing her humongous tits, and grinding her poopy panties against her crotch. "Jeez....they can't keep their hands off each other! " Bijal muttered before discarding the rest of her clothes and started stroking herself again. She got herself off at least five times before she finally staggered out of Delmar's apartment and headed for home. Before she got into her car, she went across the street, ran up to the front door of the building where the two women lived, and and looked
at the list of names next to the row of door bells. When she saw the label next to the bell of the apartment where she assumed the women lived, she slowly ran her fingers across it and she softly repeated the women's names. "Naruma Miller. Mandy Sujitama."
For a brief second, she considered ringing the bell, but thought better of it and fled to her car.
Over the next three days, Bijal returned to Delmars apartment and watched the two women doing their thing. For the most part, her previous revulsion at their actions was long gone, and she vigorously masturbated every time she watched them. Hell, even the thought of using the bathroom got her wet. On the fifth day, the very same day that Delmar was to return from his trip, she arrived at Delmar's place in the early afternoon. She sat on a stool by the window, drew the curtain back slightly, and looked through the binoculars, eager to see what was going to happen this time. Naruma and Mandy were sunbathing on the patio outside their apartment. Both of them were wearing skimpy two piece bikinis--Mandy's was red, Naruma's was purple. Her breasts strained valiantly to be free of the bikini top, so she eventually whipped it off and flung it aside.
"And now it begins," Bijal muttered.
Only it didn't. The two women lazed about in their wicker recliners for over thirty minutes, sometimes dozing off, sometimes applying suntan lotion to one another.
"Oh, COME ON!" Bijal growled. "Do something!"
At that point, Mandy picked up a large sketchpad that was beside her chair and began sketching as Naruma stood up and struck a pose. After a few minutes, Bijal got tired of waiting for something to happen and was about to leave when Mandy suddenly held up the sketchpad. Two words were written on the sketch of Naruma in bold, capital letters: CAUGHT YOU.
Bijal's heart skipped a beat. Shit!
Naruma turned toward her and waved excitedly. Mandy quickly scribbled more words on the pad and held it up once again: this time, it read COME OVER.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
Bijal paced nervously around the room. I should just get in my car and go, she thought. However, she could not resist the urge to meet those two gorgeous, peculiar women for too long and she was soon out the door and on her way to their place.
Naruma opened the door to her apartment before Bijal could knock. She was wearing the ill fitting purple bikini top again, as well as a pair of hip hugging blue jeans. "Come on in!" she smiled. "I'm Naruma and this is my girlfriend Mandy."
Mandy was sitting on the couch; she was still wearing her bikini. "What up, peeping Tom?" she grinned.
Naruma hit Mandy with one of pillows on the couch. "What's your name?" she asked her visitor while shutting the door.
"Bijal." God, they're both so fucking hot!
"That's a pretty name! Have a seat. Do you want something to drink? We have juice , soda, water...sorry, but we only have 'girly' alcoholic beverages. We're not big drinkers," Naruma said.
"I'm good, thanks, " Bijal said. Her heart was pounding so loudly that she was certain that it could be heard. She was incredibly horny and wondering if it showed on her face. She took a deep breath and sat next to Mandy, who was looking her over from head to toe.
"So you're Mr. Opposite's bitch, huh?" Mandy said.
"Who the hell is that?" Bijal asked.
"That's our nickname for your boyfriend," Naruma said as sat next to Mandy and took her hand.
"Because he lives in the building across from you, right?" Bijal paused for a second and then went on. "Is that a Lolita reference? There's a character in that book that Humbert refers to as Mrs. Opposite."
"Yup, that's where I got it from! " Naruma beamed as she pushed up her rectangular glasses with her forefinger.
"Can I ask you something? " Bijal looked at her feet, unable to make eye contact with either woman. "Have you ever...you know..."
"Fucked your boyfriend?" Mandy got an elbow to the ribs from Naruma for that one.
"No, neither of us has had sex with your boyfriend," Naruma said.
"So he just likes to watch you do those things that you do," Bijal sighed.
"So do you, judging by the way you've been checking us out all week!" Mandy chuckled.
Bijal's caramel colored cheeks reddened slightly and she cleared her throat. "Yeah, you two are definitely fun to watch. I get why he's obsessed with you. It's just..." She sighed again. "We're not having sex as much as I would like. I think he spends so much time...um...jerking off to you two that he doesn't have any energy left to fuck me. I'm thinking about breaking up with him."
"I'm sorry." Naruma said. "We can stop if you want."
Bijal blushed again before she spoke. "I don't want you to stop. I just want him to get as excited for me as he does for you."
"Well, you know what he's into....try doing that." Mandy said.
"You mean...?" Bijal couldn't finish the rest of her question.
"Yeah, that. " Naruma smiled.
"This means going against a solid year of potty training," Bijal chuckled.
"Once you start, you won't ever want to go in a toilet again!" Mandy said with a devilish grin as she untied her bikini top and exposed her boobs. She leaned back on Naruma, who instantly started kissing her neck and fondling her tits. During all of that, her eyes never left Bijal's. "Wanna have a little fun? I know that you like to watch, but you're more than welcome to join in! "
Bijal impulsively kissed Mandy full on the lips. It had been far too long since she'd tasted another woman, and she was more than eager to make up for lost time.
"Why don't you get out of those clothes?" Naruma said. Her bikini top and jeans were already on the floor.
Bijal didn't hesitate: she ripped off her button up blue jean blouse, black slacks, and bra. When she tried to slip off her panties, Mandy grabbed her wrist.
"Leave those on," she smiled.
Maybe I should have had that drink after all, Bijal thought.
*************
Delmar came home around 5 in the afternoon. He immediately dropped his bags by the door and headed for the nearest window. He'd been thinking about Naruma and Mandy throughout his trip and he couldn't wait to see what they were getting up to that evening. He picked up the binoculars off the floor (Bijal had dropped them there earlier) and looked through them. The two women were sitting on the sofa: Naruma was reading a comic book whilst Mandy flipped through TV channels with the remote. They were both fully clothed.
I rushed home for this shit? Delmar sighed. He continued to watch: when it became clear that they weren't going to do anything, he gave up and went to take a shower. He returned to the living room thirty minutes later clad only in a drying towel. A quick look out the window showed that the two women still weren't doing anything special. He was just about to give up and go to bed when his cellphone rang. When he saw the name and number displayed on the screen, he answered immediately.
"Pay more attention to your girlfriend or no more free shows for you!" Naruma said and hung up.
Delmar looked out the window: Naruma and Mandy waved at him and left their apartment. What the fuck?
"Hey Del."
Bijal came out of the bedroom wearing a violet bra with matching panties. She wrapped her arms around Delmar, kissed him, and pulled off his towel. At once, his flaccid cock started getting hard. "Looks like you're happy to see me!"
"Babe..."
"Shush." She covered his mouth with one hand and started jerking him off with the other. "I haven't had dick in five days. I need this!" She squeezed his dick hard, led him to the couch, and pushed him down onto it. She then dropped to her knees and started running her tongue up and down his shaft.
"Oh, baby...." Delmar softly sighed.
"I wanna suck your cock," Bijal whispered before putting his dick in her mouth and vigorously sucking him off. Bijal broke wind several times as her head bobbed up and down on Delmar's dick. "Mmm.....sorry, baby," she muttered before wrapping her lips around his cock once more.
"Babe? A-are you OK? " Delmar asked. He was so turned on by Bijal passing gas while she gave him head that he was afraid that he was going to prematurely blow his load.
"Mmmm...I'm good, baby!" Bijal whispered. "I just have to use the little girl's room, but I want to finish sucking your dick first!" As she spoke, she continued to emit several bursts of loud and smelly flatulence.
"Baby, j-just go to the bathroom!" Delmar moaned. What am I saying?
Bijal sucked Delmar off for a few seconds longer. "OK! " she grinned, looking into his eyes as she released a sustained burst of gas. This was followed in rapid succession by the sound of running water and a wet, crackling sound.
Delmar stared down at Bijal in amazement. He watched as the seat of her panties expanded and a puddle of gold appeared on the floor. "Babe...."
"I'm almost done," Bijal grunted. "I'd apologize for the smell, but I know that you're probably into that. Finished! Ahhhh, that felt good!"
"Bee, what the fuck?" Delmar asked with a grin.
Bijal didn't say a word. She stood up, turned around, and bent over, sticking out her big butt as she did so. Delmar leaned forward and inhaled deeply. "You love my stinky ass, don't you?" She grabbed his head, shoved it into the seat of her messy panties, and released a lengthy blast of gas.
"Bee, what..." Delmar gasped when Bijal pulled her ass away.
"I met those two girls you've been spying on." Bijal slammed her poopy ass onto Delmar's hard cock and started slowly grinding on it. "Don't bother denying it, you dirty boy. You know, the tall one with big tits and the tiny one with the fat ass? Ringing any bells? And guess what? " She looked over her shoulder with a devilish grin. "I fucked them."
Delmar was pretty close to exploding all over Bijal's ass at that point. "What?"
"You heard me. We licked and sucked and finger fucked all afternoon! You said that I had a free pass if I wanted to fuck another girl....well, I picked two! And I want to do it again." She turned around, wrapped her arms around Delmar's neck, and continued dry humping him. "You might get to watch next time..."
Delmar moaned softly, pulled aside the front of Bijal's panties, and shoved his dick into her wet pussy. "Oh yeah..."
"Mmm... You missed this pussy, didn't you? I bet you've missed these too!" Bijal took off her bra and smothered Delmar with her tits. He sighed softly and squeezed her poopy bottom. "Ohhh....you liked it when I shit myself for you, didn't you? I liked it too. It felt so good, baby..." She reached inside her panties and stroked herself. "I want to do it again. I'll do it for you whenever you want me to. But you've got to fuck me hard, daddy. And I mean more than once or twice a week. I mean Every. Damn. Day."
"Yes....YES! I'll do whatever you want! Oh shit, I'm gonna--!" Delmar bit down hard on one of Bijal's nipples as he came deep inside her pussy.
"How dare you cum before me?" Bijal gasped in mock indignation. "I mean, I did cum five times today, but that's beside the point." She lifted herself off his cock, which was still slightly hard; cum gushed from her pussy and drenched Delmar's crotch. At once, she dropped to her knees and licked it all up.
"Oh shit !" Delmar sighed. When she was done, he leaned over and kissed her. "I love you."
"More than Naruma and Mandy?"
"Yes!"
"So you're going to spend less time jagging off to them and more time with me from now on, right?" Bijal asked.
"Yeah, baby. I promise. Let's hit the showers."
"Oh no, we're not done yet, big boy." Bijal got up and walked to the windows. She then slowly peeled off her shitty panties and beckoned to her boyfriend. "Come here and get me clean." When he eagerly jumped to his feet, Bijal held up her hand. "Nuh uh, Del. Crawl."
"Yes, ma'am!" Delmar dropped to his knees and crawled to where his lover stood. When he reached Bijal, she bent over and held her ass cheeks open with both hands. How the fuck did I get so lucky? He thought as he stuck out his tongue and slowly dragged it down her ass crack.
"Oh yeah baby....lick the shit out of my asshole!" Bijal groaned, breaking wind loudly at the same time. "I hope you didn't have any plans for this evening because you're going to be very busy for the next few hours...."
THE END
Naruma and Mandy will return someday soon
Naruma and Mandy Side Story #5: Mr. Opposite
By
Sri Narada Jagganath, Esq.
Bijal Virani had gambled on online relationships before and lost big time, but she finally hit the jackpot when she met Delmar Brooks. She met him on a website for women looking to date Black men; they hit it off instantly. Two weeks after they met, they started going out. Everything went well at first, but their relationship soured fairly quickly due to their sex life. Bijal had a ridiculously high sex drive; her every waking moment was almost entirely devoted to getting herself off. Delmar, on the other hand, didn't seem to require much sex at all and was entirely happy with having it once or twice a week. Most of the time, he claimed to be too exhausted to have sex. On those days, the best Bijal could hope for was some cuddling and being finger fucked to orgasm. Naturally, this didn't work for her at all.
"Why the hell are you always so tired?" Bijal asked Delmar late one night. At the time, she was only wearing a white bra with baby blue panties and grinding against Delmar as they lay on her living room sofa.
"Girl, I already told you--work got me wore the fuck out!" Delmar sighed. He worked as a book keeper and accountant at a law firm.
"Don't I turn you on anymore, Del?" Bijal said. Her impromptu lapdance wasn't having the desired effect; Delmar's dick remained flaccid.
"Bee, you know you do!" Delmar replied and wrapped his arms around her.
"Then why ain't you hard?" Bijal tore away from Delmar's grasp and sat on the edge of the couch with her arms folded.
"Bee, I already told you..."
"No, fuck that shit!" Bijal spat. "I know the real reason you're so tired--you been fuckin' some other bitch behind my back!"
"Bee, it ain't like that!" Delmar put his hand on Bijal's shoulder, but she pulled away from him.
"Then what is it like, Del?" She shrieked. "Tell me what the fuck it's like." Before Delmar could speak, she jumped up and opened the front door. "You know what? I don't even wanna hear it. Leave."
"Baby--!"
"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!" Delmar left without another word, whereupon Bijal slammed the door. After devouring a pint of ice cream, she spent the rest of the night masturbating and then cried herself to sleep.
The following day, Delmar showed up at the office where Bijal worked as a computer programmer and data entry specialist with a bouquet of roses and a very expensive diamond bracelet. "I'm sorry, Bee." He said after the applause and cheers of her co-workers died down.
"You better be!" Bijal grinned and jumped into his arms. Afterwards, they went out for dinner and spent the night making love. Unfortunately, their sex life returned to normal after that, and her suspicion that he was cheating on her returned.
A few days later, Delmar went out of town for a company seminar: Bijal decided that she was going to break up with him when he got back. The day after he left, Bijal went to his apartment; he'd asked her to feed his fish and water his plants while he was gone. Might as well do him one last favor before I dump his ass, She thought. Just as she was about to open the bottle of fish food, something nerby caught her eye--there was a pair of binoculars on the window sill. This Peeping Tom ass motherfucker! She thought. What the fuck has he been lookin' at through these? Bijal threw aside the curtains and looked out the window: she could see movement in the apartment across from her. Curious, she held the binoculars up to her eyes. Inside, two women were doing yoga exercises. One of them was tall and curvaceous with long dark brown hair; she wore rectangular glasses and had a multiracial look to her. The other was a short and skinny Asian girl with jet black hair tied in a ponytail.
Why's he looking at these two basic ass bitches? Bijal wondered. The two women did the downward facing dog pose with their asses aimed directly at the window; it was then that Bijal noticed something odd. The seat of each woman's leotard started bulging outwards and turning dark brown.
What the fuck? These hoes are shittin' themselves! Bijal was shocked by what she was seeing; she wanted to stop looking but she couldn't tear her gaze away from the lewd spectacle. The two women stood up and continued doing yoga poses with poop in their leotards as if it was the most natural thing in the world. After they were done, they sat down on the floor in the lotus position and shut their eyes. Gradually, twin golden puddles formed on the floor beneath then and pooled together. And now they've pissed themselves, Bijal thought. Of course.
"No wonder why that motherfucker ain't ever in the mood; he's too busy jaggin' off to those two nasty ass bitches all the time!" Bijal snarled. "I can't believe he's into that shit!" She threw the binoculars aside, dumped some food into the fish tank, and left. What she'd seen replayed itself continuously in her mind's eye as she drove home. She was nauseated by it, but she couldn't get it out of her head. When she got home, she looked around online and was surprised to find that people pooping and pissing themselves on purpose was a fairly common fetish. "Sick motherfuckers!" She muttered. "How could anyone be turned on by this shit?"
Bijal returned to Delmar's place the next day, feeding the fish and watering the plants as quickly as she could. When she'd accomplished her task, she turned to leave, but curiosity led her to spy on the two women once more. The curvy, bespectacled woman was sitting in an armchair reading a comic book: she was naked as the day she was born. The tiny Asian girl was crawling towards her; she wasn't wearing anything but a silky pair of lime green panties. When she got close, she started kissing and sucking the seated woman's toes. After a few minutes, she started planting kisses on each of the woman's shapely legs, slowly making her way upwards. Finally, she reached the woman's hairy pussy and buried her face in it.
"Oh shit!" Bijal gasped, nearly dropping the binoculars as she did so. She had never seen people fucking outside of porn before, and she was getting incredibly turned on.
As the Asian girl continued licking out her plump lover, a wet spot slowly formed on the back of her panties. Soon, they were soaked clean through and her piss flowed freely to the floor. Just as the golden shower trickled to a stop, a truly massive log of poo started to stretch out the seat of her panties.
"Those bitches are crazy!" Bijal moaned. By that time, she had slipped one of her hands into her pants and started rubbing her pussy. After a few minutes, simple stroking wasn't enough; she pulled down her blue jeans and panties in one go and started full on fingering herself. "Oh god... " she moaned softly as she rapidly pumped her wet pussy and rubbed her clit with her thumb.
Meanwhile, the little Asian girl continued loading up her panties with poop. They started to sag, exposing a bit of her ample bottom. Her hands were resting on her lover's legs, holding them open so she could have easy access to her pussy. The curvy woman in the chair had so far continued to read her comic book as if nothing was happening: suddenly, she dropped it and leaned her head backwards, apparently moaning in ecstasy. After a few seconds, her head snapped forward again. For a few seconds, she looked out the window across from her and right into the apartment where Bijal stood.
"Fuck!" Bijal dropped the binoculars and dove to the floor. Did she see me? The fear of being caught did nothing to quell her arousal: it actually heightened it. She continued rubbing and fingering herself until she came, thoughts of the two women running through her head the entire time. "Oh, fuck!" She sighed whilst rubbing her wet pussy. She looked out the window and saw that the smaller girl was now straddling her plump lover, kissing her passionately, squeezing her humongous tits, and grinding her poopy panties against her crotch. "Jeez....they can't keep their hands off each other! " Bijal muttered before discarding the rest of her clothes and started stroking herself again. She got herself off at least five times before she finally staggered out of Delmar's apartment and headed for home. Before she got into her car, she went across the street, ran up to the front door of the building where the two women lived, and and looked
at the list of names next to the row of door bells. When she saw the label next to the bell of the apartment where she assumed the women lived, she slowly ran her fingers across it and she softly repeated the women's names. "Naruma Miller. Mandy Sujitama."
For a brief second, she considered ringing the bell, but thought better of it and fled to her car.
Over the next three days, Bijal returned to Delmars apartment and watched the two women doing their thing. For the most part, her previous revulsion at their actions was long gone, and she vigorously masturbated every time she watched them. Hell, even the thought of using the bathroom got her wet. On the fifth day, the very same day that Delmar was to return from his trip, she arrived at Delmar's place in the early afternoon. She sat on a stool by the window, drew the curtain back slightly, and looked through the binoculars, eager to see what was going to happen this time. Naruma and Mandy were sunbathing on the patio outside their apartment. Both of them were wearing skimpy two piece bikinis--Mandy's was red, Naruma's was purple. Her breasts strained valiantly to be free of the bikini top, so she eventually whipped it off and flung it aside.
"And now it begins," Bijal muttered.
Only it didn't. The two women lazed about in their wicker recliners for over thirty minutes, sometimes dozing off, sometimes applying suntan lotion to one another.
"Oh, COME ON!" Bijal growled. "Do something!"
At that point, Mandy picked up a large sketchpad that was beside her chair and began sketching as Naruma stood up and struck a pose. After a few minutes, Bijal got tired of waiting for something to happen and was about to leave when Mandy suddenly held up the sketchpad. Two words were written on the sketch of Naruma in bold, capital letters: CAUGHT YOU.
Bijal's heart skipped a beat. Shit!
Naruma turned toward her and waved excitedly. Mandy quickly scribbled more words on the pad and held it up once again: this time, it read COME OVER.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
Bijal paced nervously around the room. I should just get in my car and go, she thought. However, she could not resist the urge to meet those two gorgeous, peculiar women for too long and she was soon out the door and on her way to their place.
Naruma opened the door to her apartment before Bijal could knock. She was wearing the ill fitting purple bikini top again, as well as a pair of hip hugging blue jeans. "Come on in!" she smiled. "I'm Naruma and this is my girlfriend Mandy."
Mandy was sitting on the couch; she was still wearing her bikini. "What up, peeping Tom?" she grinned.
Naruma hit Mandy with one of pillows on the couch. "What's your name?" she asked her visitor while shutting the door.
"Bijal." God, they're both so fucking hot!
"That's a pretty name! Have a seat. Do you want something to drink? We have juice , soda, water...sorry, but we only have 'girly' alcoholic beverages. We're not big drinkers," Naruma said.
"I'm good, thanks, " Bijal said. Her heart was pounding so loudly that she was certain that it could be heard. She was incredibly horny and wondering if it showed on her face. She took a deep breath and sat next to Mandy, who was looking her over from head to toe.
"So you're Mr. Opposite's bitch, huh?" Mandy said.
"Who the hell is that?" Bijal asked.
"That's our nickname for your boyfriend," Naruma said as sat next to Mandy and took her hand.
"Because he lives in the building across from you, right?" Bijal paused for a second and then went on. "Is that a Lolita reference? There's a character in that book that Humbert refers to as Mrs. Opposite."
"Yup, that's where I got it from! " Naruma beamed as she pushed up her rectangular glasses with her forefinger.
"Can I ask you something? " Bijal looked at her feet, unable to make eye contact with either woman. "Have you ever...you know..."
"Fucked your boyfriend?" Mandy got an elbow to the ribs from Naruma for that one.
"No, neither of us has had sex with your boyfriend," Naruma said.
"So he just likes to watch you do those things that you do," Bijal sighed.
"So do you, judging by the way you've been checking us out all week!" Mandy chuckled.
Bijal's caramel colored cheeks reddened slightly and she cleared her throat. "Yeah, you two are definitely fun to watch. I get why he's obsessed with you. It's just..." She sighed again. "We're not having sex as much as I would like. I think he spends so much time...um...jerking off to you two that he doesn't have any energy left to fuck me. I'm thinking about breaking up with him."
"I'm sorry." Naruma said. "We can stop if you want."
Bijal blushed again before she spoke. "I don't want you to stop. I just want him to get as excited for me as he does for you."
"Well, you know what he's into....try doing that." Mandy said.
"You mean...?" Bijal couldn't finish the rest of her question.
"Yeah, that. " Naruma smiled.
"This means going against a solid year of potty training," Bijal chuckled.
"Once you start, you won't ever want to go in a toilet again!" Mandy said with a devilish grin as she untied her bikini top and exposed her boobs. She leaned back on Naruma, who instantly started kissing her neck and fondling her tits. During all of that, her eyes never left Bijal's. "Wanna have a little fun? I know that you like to watch, but you're more than welcome to join in! "
Bijal impulsively kissed Mandy full on the lips. It had been far too long since she'd tasted another woman, and she was more than eager to make up for lost time.
"Why don't you get out of those clothes?" Naruma said. Her bikini top and jeans were already on the floor.
Bijal didn't hesitate: she ripped off her button up blue jean blouse, black slacks, and bra. When she tried to slip off her panties, Mandy grabbed her wrist.
"Leave those on," she smiled.
Maybe I should have had that drink after all, Bijal thought.
*************
Delmar came home around 5 in the afternoon. He immediately dropped his bags by the door and headed for the nearest window. He'd been thinking about Naruma and Mandy throughout his trip and he couldn't wait to see what they were getting up to that evening. He picked up the binoculars off the floor (Bijal had dropped them there earlier) and looked through them. The two women were sitting on the sofa: Naruma was reading a comic book whilst Mandy flipped through TV channels with the remote. They were both fully clothed.
I rushed home for this shit? Delmar sighed. He continued to watch: when it became clear that they weren't going to do anything, he gave up and went to take a shower. He returned to the living room thirty minutes later clad only in a drying towel. A quick look out the window showed that the two women still weren't doing anything special. He was just about to give up and go to bed when his cellphone rang. When he saw the name and number displayed on the screen, he answered immediately.
"Pay more attention to your girlfriend or no more free shows for you!" Naruma said and hung up.
Delmar looked out the window: Naruma and Mandy waved at him and left their apartment. What the fuck?
"Hey Del."
Bijal came out of the bedroom wearing a violet bra with matching panties. She wrapped her arms around Delmar, kissed him, and pulled off his towel. At once, his flaccid cock started getting hard. "Looks like you're happy to see me!"
"Babe..."
"Shush." She covered his mouth with one hand and started jerking him off with the other. "I haven't had dick in five days. I need this!" She squeezed his dick hard, led him to the couch, and pushed him down onto it. She then dropped to her knees and started running her tongue up and down his shaft.
"Oh, baby...." Delmar softly sighed.
"I wanna suck your cock," Bijal whispered before putting his dick in her mouth and vigorously sucking him off. Bijal broke wind several times as her head bobbed up and down on Delmar's dick. "Mmm.....sorry, baby," she muttered before wrapping her lips around his cock once more.
"Babe? A-are you OK? " Delmar asked. He was so turned on by Bijal passing gas while she gave him head that he was afraid that he was going to prematurely blow his load.
"Mmmm...I'm good, baby!" Bijal whispered. "I just have to use the little girl's room, but I want to finish sucking your dick first!" As she spoke, she continued to emit several bursts of loud and smelly flatulence.
"Baby, j-just go to the bathroom!" Delmar moaned. What am I saying?
Bijal sucked Delmar off for a few seconds longer. "OK! " she grinned, looking into his eyes as she released a sustained burst of gas. This was followed in rapid succession by the sound of running water and a wet, crackling sound.
Delmar stared down at Bijal in amazement. He watched as the seat of her panties expanded and a puddle of gold appeared on the floor. "Babe...."
"I'm almost done," Bijal grunted. "I'd apologize for the smell, but I know that you're probably into that. Finished! Ahhhh, that felt good!"
"Bee, what the fuck?" Delmar asked with a grin.
Bijal didn't say a word. She stood up, turned around, and bent over, sticking out her big butt as she did so. Delmar leaned forward and inhaled deeply. "You love my stinky ass, don't you?" She grabbed his head, shoved it into the seat of her messy panties, and released a lengthy blast of gas.
"Bee, what..." Delmar gasped when Bijal pulled her ass away.
"I met those two girls you've been spying on." Bijal slammed her poopy ass onto Delmar's hard cock and started slowly grinding on it. "Don't bother denying it, you dirty boy. You know, the tall one with big tits and the tiny one with the fat ass? Ringing any bells? And guess what? " She looked over her shoulder with a devilish grin. "I fucked them."
Delmar was pretty close to exploding all over Bijal's ass at that point. "What?"
"You heard me. We licked and sucked and finger fucked all afternoon! You said that I had a free pass if I wanted to fuck another girl....well, I picked two! And I want to do it again." She turned around, wrapped her arms around Delmar's neck, and continued dry humping him. "You might get to watch next time..."
Delmar moaned softly, pulled aside the front of Bijal's panties, and shoved his dick into her wet pussy. "Oh yeah..."
"Mmm... You missed this pussy, didn't you? I bet you've missed these too!" Bijal took off her bra and smothered Delmar with her tits. He sighed softly and squeezed her poopy bottom. "Ohhh....you liked it when I shit myself for you, didn't you? I liked it too. It felt so good, baby..." She reached inside her panties and stroked herself. "I want to do it again. I'll do it for you whenever you want me to. But you've got to fuck me hard, daddy. And I mean more than once or twice a week. I mean Every. Damn. Day."
"Yes....YES! I'll do whatever you want! Oh shit, I'm gonna--!" Delmar bit down hard on one of Bijal's nipples as he came deep inside her pussy.
"How dare you cum before me?" Bijal gasped in mock indignation. "I mean, I did cum five times today, but that's beside the point." She lifted herself off his cock, which was still slightly hard; cum gushed from her pussy and drenched Delmar's crotch. At once, she dropped to her knees and licked it all up.
"Oh shit !" Delmar sighed. When she was done, he leaned over and kissed her. "I love you."
"More than Naruma and Mandy?"
"Yes!"
"So you're going to spend less time jagging off to them and more time with me from now on, right?" Bijal asked.
"Yeah, baby. I promise. Let's hit the showers."
"Oh no, we're not done yet, big boy." Bijal got up and walked to the windows. She then slowly peeled off her shitty panties and beckoned to her boyfriend. "Come here and get me clean." When he eagerly jumped to his feet, Bijal held up her hand. "Nuh uh, Del. Crawl."
"Yes, ma'am!" Delmar dropped to his knees and crawled to where his lover stood. When he reached Bijal, she bent over and held her ass cheeks open with both hands. How the fuck did I get so lucky? He thought as he stuck out his tongue and slowly dragged it down her ass crack.
"Oh yeah baby....lick the shit out of my asshole!" Bijal groaned, breaking wind loudly at the same time. "I hope you didn't have any plans for this evening because you're going to be very busy for the next few hours...."
THE END
Naruma and Mandy will return someday soon
Maybe a diaper messing? hehe
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