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Chapter 5 by Musictaker Musictaker

Do they get it?

Yes. The butt sluts compete to eat my ass. With a surprise

I snapped my fingers giving the waited signal. I felt two tongues dive in, pushing against my rosebud and worming their tips in. They were hot and wet and squirming against my shithole, both competing to be the one to breach my backdoor, and by their efforts combined pushing each other deeper. An electric tingle coursed up my spine and back. I'm not ashamed to admit I moaned pretty loudly and lewdly, gripping the surrounding door frame with white knuckles. My cock bobbed and throbbed, a splurt of precum shooting out onto the seat of the toilet and adding some swirling white to the dark yellow, misty soup within. We were off to a good start.

They kept relentlessly pushing against my backdoor until Shannel on the left pulled back allowing Ainsley to slip into the centre before twining her tongue around Ainsley's in a move of oral gymnastics. Ainsley was pushing and licking against my hole while Shannel wrapped her tongue around one side then the other of the older woman's tongue, dancing around it's more steady pressure. The combination of techniques tonging my fart box was winding me up and pushing Shannel ahead. At least until Ainsley reached around a few moments later.

It seemed she'd been holding her hands up to catch the small waterfall of spit and drool the 2 women were creating and now was rubbing her spit lubed hands up and down my foot long hog. Shannel must have felt some of what she was doing as she reached up and around and eventually settled for fondling my balls with one hand since Ainsley was taking up a lot of space. Her creativity and willingness to elbow her competition out of the way was winning her points, though her handjob was doing much better. The feeling of 2 tongues pushing at and around my asshole combined with the stroking and fondling was doing wonders for me, though my previous orgasm seemed to be helping me last longer.

My cock was steadily leaking precum in growing puddle on the floor, and was now dripping down Ms. Ainsley's hands, helping lube her hands up for the job of stroking my shaft. Though she was having trouble getting her fingers around the shaft she was doing a wonderful job rubbing and stroking it, while elbowing her competition into submission. I could feel her fingers sliding up to dance around and tickle my tips, then gripping again and sliding back down. Before I could compliment her on the mind bending service she was providing I gasped out a moan as I felt her tongue push through my sphincter and into my grasping hole. I relaxed and felt Shannel's tongue join her, the pair worming in and out as my asshole grasped and squeezed, another couple jets of precum shooting out to join the first.

I think we have a winner. She was not relenting, driving in, letting her tongue slide out, waiting for the pressure to lighten before darting back in as far as she could. This tight assed slut was driving me wild with the way she was ministering my poop-shoot. The feeling of their wet heavy breathing egging me on, making my pull the bra tighter, just to hear them try to suck air from deep in my ass crack. It felt like Ainsley was gasping and panting through her wide open mouth around my asshole, while Shannel was taking more controlled breathes through her nose. I could picture Ainsley back there, wild eyed and gasping, desperately trying to show up her underling and get out of this random fuckers asshole. She probably wasn't a big fan of the cum that Shannel kept burping up while she was back there either.

Every now and again I heard her give a muffled hack and felt extra wetness go sliding down my balls, the white drips unmistakable. There weren't quite in a position to snowball my cum but Ainsley was definitely getting a taste back there from my leaky cum bucket. And the way she jerked and groaned every time Shannel burped told me what she thought of my regurgitated baby-batter. To bad that's all she's going to be getting in one form or another.

I let them keep licking my ass for another few minutes, over the course of which first a couple guys walked in and walked out after taking a long look at what was going on in the open stall. Eventually a young boy walked in, squeaked and ran out. A minute later a woman in her mid thirties knocked before sticking her head around the door. She gasped, eyes going wide as buttons to take in the scene before her. She averted her gaze and while peaking around one hand held up to her eyes she asked “Ah hello there, my son really needs to pee, and we were wondering if you were going to be much longer in here. Please it's an emergency.”

Looking back over my shoulder I took in her curly blonde hair, cute little button nose, and embarrassed blush. “I'm sure we can come to some kind of arrangement.” I said jovially over the sucking and slurping sounds coming from my butt.

It took a few minutes of awkward maneuvering but I managed to get myself and my sluts out of the stall and make room for little Timmy or whatever the brats name was. In exchange his mom, Samantha she said her name was came in to help with mess reduction. Since I had two chesty sluts rubbing their now naked tits on my thighs and eating my arse I was dripping a Lot of precum. She had agreed to contain the mess in her mouth. Maybe she hadn't realized just how much I was dripping or how quickly. But as soon as my cock went in her gently smiling and blushing mouth she started to frown. Then her frown got deeper and she started to glance at the sink beside her. Maybe she had thought that she would be able to just lean over and spit a bit at a time. Instead she had a leaking cum faucet to contend with.

The bathroom was filled with the sound of piss hitting the water, as Samantha leaned over towards the sink, the tip of my cock sucked firmly in between her ruby red lips. As her son filled the bowl behind us she tried to only drool my spunk into the sink. She was failing horribly. She dribbled on the counter and floor, the faucet, and some splattered on the mirror.

After watching her flail around failing to contain the mess for a moment or two I 'took pity on her' and grabbed her by the head, her eyes snapped up to meet mine as I pushed my cock head from the tip of her tongue to the back of her throat slowly. I pulled back after a second when she was **** to swallow and she got the message. Samantha got to work quickly swallowing what was in her mouth in a few quick swallows. And then a few more as her mouth refilled. Tommy trickled on.

She took a deep breathe through her nose and grabbing hold of my waist pulled herself closer, forcing the head of my shaft to the back of her throat. She was swallowing faster and more consistently now, and seemed to have control of the flow. Behind me the two sluts had passed the torch yet again, with Shannel twining her tongue around Ainsley's and plunging it deep in my backside, while Ainsley pulled out and dragged her tongue from my balls, up my taint, to the tip of my ass crack and back. I'd lost track of who was 'winning' but I'd already decided who was getting what a while ago anyway. This young milf was just a ni-

Ainsley buried her tongue in my shithole with Shannel and it felt like they were wrestling back there. At the same time Samantha happened to push against my cock and it slipped past her throat barrier. I grabbed her blonde curls and buried my dick in her throat with a groan. I shut my eyes as the leaking faucet turned into an open flow, and her eyes bulged wetly. As she began to struggle against my grip I grunted out “Everything. Is. Fine! I'm just. Helping! With. The! Mess!” As I jerked against her rising head, pulling it back down in order to keep emptying myself into my jizz urinal. I looked deeply into her eyes as she teared up and her face jerked almost rhythmically with the wretches my dick was smothering, the foot long shaft having disappeared into her cute little mouth and beyond. I was depositing my load almost directly into her stomach and loving the feeling of so much of my shaft pushing against her straining squeezing throat muscles. Her throat bulged and jerked as I sawed my still squirting cock back and forth

My orgasm just went on forever, both of our eyes crossing. I heard the toilet gurgle. Mine from pleasure, her from a combination of oxygen deprivation and my crotch obscuring her view. It failed to flush with slurp. The milfy cum bucket I was spurting my last into had stopped struggling and was just kneeling there accepting my cock down her throat as it spasmed from her body's attempt to swallow or reject the intruder currently stretching out her esophagus. Behind me I heard the sound of foot steps, pausing and turning, before the door opened and shut. As it did I felt my cock give a last big throb, pushing out a thick glob of cum.

Looking over at the sink I could see why he was probably heading to the other bathroom to wash up. This sink was a cum stained mess. Speaking of, I snapped my fingers to signal the end of my little tournament, even as the two tongue twisting twats behind me reamed my clenching asshole. I pulled my cock out as they did their tongues. The gasping woman before us took 4 deep breathes and spat up a little cum. Nope, she spat up a lot of cum before she slumped down the sink cupboard. The spunk ended up all over the front of her pink sundress, giving it a huge, oozing white stain on the front. She kept panting, her eyes fixed on the mess I'd made of her. Her belly rumbled and she burped, putting a hand to her mouth to contain the rising mess. A wave of salty stench flowed out, but no more of the uninvited spunk reappeared. Instead Samantha gulped loudly a few times and got up.

“Thank you for let -BRAP- oh my!” my ball snot shot came shooting out of her nose and dribbled out the corners of her mouth. She first turned around to the sink, only to find it a cummy mess that she likely didn't want to get her hands on. Before she could go into the stall to at least wipe off with toilet paper I stopped her with a hand on her arm. “Wait, let me help you with that.”

She frowned down at the hand on her arm then my face as I reached down and pulled up her dress. With one hand holding up the dress I pulled down her panties with the other and she reluctantly stepped out of them. She had been wearing a cute pair of green panties that covered maybe half her cheeks. I stood back up and wiped at the cum on her face with the inside of her panties. I didn't so much aim at 'cleaning' as smearing it, but I think I did a good job. Once her face was a mess I handed them back to her and told she could use these or her tongue to clean up the mess she'd made of the sink, and that afterwards she was to put them back on like it was no big deal.

As Samantha turned to her cleaning and trying not to vomit anymore cum I reached down to the sports bra and loosened the straps, the two women behind me shot backwards pushing and pulling to get out of my make shift harness. They gasped deep clean breathes, while eyeing the door and myself. They probably wanted to go home, or at least back to work

Will they?

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