1. 12-6 Zeta's Preparations


    Date: 10/8/2023, Categories: Fiction Water Sports/Pissing, Author: StackofBooks 

    Themes: mast, lez, ws, light scat

This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-11) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.

Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba

Chapter 12-6 Zeta's Preparations

by Stack of Books

(1705 words)

Lynette came into breakfast one day, naked from the waist down, her long semi-open pussy cleft at the front, a squirrel's tail sticking out the back passage.

Steve, I think I'm ready for another try. Sven, I'm sorry, I know you already did Ally-Pally up the rear, but I'd like Steve to be my first. No offence. But if you have time after we've eaten, you can poke your red beacon periscope up my pussy.

Aww, Lynny-Pynny, I'd love to, really I would, but I have an important lecture to go to. So I'll take a rain check on that offer. (Is that the right phrase? It's American, I think.) Anyway, Big Bird here doesn't have the same stamina as this Swede. Fuck, he can't even fire as much spunk as me!

Even Sassy-Sandy thought this below the belt and said so. Then added: Anyway, what the hell are you talking about, Mr Turnip?

Sven realised immediately he had misspoken but there was no backtracking. We had to come clean about or unplanned unscheduled ...
    ... inadvertent pissing/wanking session the other day.

Fuck me. During my final sass exams, Her Majesty told me that you, Steve, had come close to the Dark Side a few times. There was an incident with Dean too. But to have it happen right under our noses at Non Pee Stain Farm - well, I'll be doggone.

(Me to myself: Is that what these girls talk to each about all the time when they're in the toilet together?)

Thankfully, Margey stopped our banter and we ate the rest of our breakfast in relative silence.

Sure enough, after a decent pause following a nice lunch (ooh, I do like a nice Scotch egg with some piccalilli!)*, Lyn came into the lounge and we three went to our room. Margey said she would observe. (She was always concerned about the danger of rectal damage, esp if the person was liable to pretend everything was alright.) We tried her on her back, legs raised high, doggy style, cowboy and reverse cowboy, on both of her sides. No go!! Then I realised I'd forgotten to give her muscle relaxant drops in some OJ.

*It's a vegetable pickle/relish, similar to chutney (like Branston), but yellow because of a tangy sweetish mustard/turmeric sauce. Common ingredients are cauliflower/broccoli florets, diced courgette & 1cm green/string/runner beans. Easy to make at home. Goes well with sausages, pork pie, burgers, cold cuts...almost anything really.

An hour later, two pillows under her buttocks, Margey holding her knees to her shoulders, a bit more lube and - hey, presto. A few ...
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