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Tricia the Trashcan, by Raphael Rake
Chapter 8: The Cockroach Catchers (Fg, ped, exh, voy, ws, anal, scat, gross)
Lisa stretched as she walked out onto her back lawn, revelling in the feeling of the sun on her face and the grass between her bare toes. She surveyed her fenced kingdom, still delighted by all the space and privacy she had.
"If it wasn't for the house next door looking into the yard, I could get away with anything in here." she thought. But then she remembered that the only people in that house were Suzy and Tricia, and she didn't care what they saw her do. Excited by the thought that one of them might be watching, she peeled off her clothes and continued stretching. The morning light now warmed her entire lithe, tanned body as she twisted and pulled it. She couldn't see into the darkened window next door, but she liked to imagine someone was there, and as she started her yoga routine she faced away from it and bent over, displaying both her lower holes between her firm asscheeks.
"What a randy bitch." muttered Suzy to herself, amused, from behind her blinds. Lisa did in fact have the appreciative audience she'd hoped for, an audience whose hand was sliding through her thick golden bush and into her moistening fuckhole. There was nothing impeding the questing fingers, since Suzy was just as naked as her neighbour, modesty having recently gone out of fashion in the Jensen household.
Watching Lisa's perfect bare figure slide smoothly from pose to pose, not looking at the window but still seeming to perform for it, was an unexpected treat for Suzy. She imagined she could see the sweat glistening on Lisa's skin, the lips of her pussy puffing up and parting, and Suzy sighed contentedly as she pleasured herself.
Closing doors had also fallen from favor in the house, and so Suzy had no warning of the massive slap that landed on her ample rear, followed by a shrieking laugh. Suzy yelped, more from surprise than pain, and spun around to see her daughter, just as naked as she was, giggling madly.
"Sorry mom!" said Tricia, with a total lack of sincerity, "But if you don't want to get spanked you shouldn't have such a fat juicy ass!"
"Fat juicy ass huh?" said Suzy through gritted teeth as she grabbed her daughter and threw her onto the bed. There was a brief and very one-sided wrestling match, and though both contestants enjoyed the feeling of their naked bodies pressing into one another, it predictably ended with Tricia pinned underneath her mother, squirming helplessly.
"You want to talk about asking for it?" said Suzy, annoyed at being interrupted but charmed by her daughter's audacity, "Everytime I see these cute little buns of yours I just want to eat them up!" She sunk her teeth into one of Tricia's soft round buttcheeks, and gave the other one a smack for good measure. Tricia shrieked again but went limp in submission, as she always seemed to when pain was inflicted on her. Suzy bit into Tricia's ass again, and this time all she heard in response was a whimper. Satisfied that Tricia had been fully subdued, she got up and pulled Tricia to the window.
"We don't have time for your fooling around now Tricia," said Suzy, taking up her previous position, "We're going to miss the show!"
"The show? What show?" said Tricia, confused. She followed her mother's gaze and saw Lisa, who was now standing on one leg with the other pulled straight up, once again displaying her crotch to its full advantage. Tricia grinned at the sight.
"Were you spying on Lisa?" she asked her mother.
"Yep." said Suzy, without an ounce of shame. They both started rubbing their pussies, watching Lisa intently. Tricia, being new to masturbation, was succeeding in pleasuring herself with her clumsy technique, but watching Lisa was making her long for more.
"Can I go next door mom?" she said.
"Alright, but put on some clothes before you leave the house." replied Suzy, smiling at her daughter's impatience.
"Sure thing mom!" said Tricia, already scampering out of the room. She grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt from her room and ran down to the front door, stopping when she reached it. But when she looked at the clothes in her hand, and thought about how much she'd been enjoying running around naked recently, she felt a strong reluctance to put them on. The thought of being outside naked was also deliciously naughty, and made her pussy tingle.
"It'll just take me a second to get next door." she thought, stashing her clothes behind the shoe rack, "And I'd take them off once I got into Lisa's house anyway." Having convinced herself, she cracked open the door and peeked out. The street was quiet, and though she couldn't see into the windows it didn't look like anyone was in any of the nearby houses. Her stomach twisting with nervous excitement, she ran out the door and across the lawns, as bare as the day she was born.
The wind rushing over her skin reminded her of how exposed she was, and her heart thudded madly with exhilaration. She reached Lisa's door, and felt a tinge of panic when she realised that it might be locked. Luckily the knob turned in her hand, and she quickly slipped into the house. She peeked out the window to check if she'd been seen, but the street was as quiet as before, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Lisa's copper skin was covered with a glistening sheen of sweat and her firm tits heaved slightly with her quickened breath as she finished her routine. Her bowels rumbled, the usual sign that her workout had gotten her system moving, and she turned to go inside. However, a quick glance at Suzy's window reminded her that someone might still be watching, and she decided she wasn't done being naughty for the day. She squatted down and began to piss, a strong aromatic stream that hissed into the grass between her feet. As the flow weakened she caught some in her hand and slurped it up, savoring the tangy flavor.
Tricia had arrived at the back door just in time to see Lisa lick the last drops of her urine from her fingers, and she was about to open the door and join her when she heard Lisa grunt softly. Tricia had a perfect view of Lisa's asshole, and she held her breath as she saw it twitch, then slowly blossom as a large turd pushed its way out. It was long and light brown, and it emerged smoothly before landing on the grass and coiling on top of itself. Tricia was entranced, and she unconsciously started to play with her pussy as she watched the tail of shit between Lisa's perfect cheeks.
Lisa moaned as the turd slid out, pleasurably stretching her sphincter. It was followed by two more, and she played with her clit as she pushed them out, mentally reminding herself to play with her anus more often. Her hole stayed open briefly, and she pushed more, but nothing emerged except a loud fart. There was a giggle behind her, and Lisa jerked around so fast she nearly fell into the pile of her own shit. She relaxed again when she saw that it was Tricia, and they embraced, their hands sliding over each other's bodies and their tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths. Tricia found she liked the feeling of Lisa's sweaty body against hers, and she pressed herself tightly against it while she enjoyed the slight hint of piss that lingered in Lisa's mouth.
"Were you spying on me?" asked Lisa in mock outrage.
"Yeah!" giggled Tricia, "Mom's watching from the window, but I wanted to see you up close!"
Lisa rolled her eyes, but was inwardly happy that someone had been appreciating her show. She looked back at her young lover, but Tricia's attention had moved to the small pile of shit that Lisa had left on the grass. It glistened faintly in the morning light, and whiffs of its aroma were tingling in both their noses.
"Is it fun to poop outside?" asked Tricia, "Can I do it too?"
"It's really fun to take a great big dump outside," said Lisa, her language making Tricia giggle again, "But if you need to poop now I have a better place for you to do it."
"Where?"
"You'll see in a minute." said Lisa, taking Tricia's hand and leading her into the house. Lisa picked up a jar with a lid in the kitchen, then brought Tricia down the steps into her basement. It was cool and damp, with a musty smell, and only a little dim light from some small windows near the ceiling.
"First, I want you to pee in here." said Lisa, handing Tricia the jar, "It's been too long since I tasted your sweet juice."
"Gross!" said Tricia approvingly. She bowed her legs slightly, holding the jar under her pussy, and Lisa saw her pale belly pulse a few times before the golden stream started.
"You're one to talk." retorted Lisa, eyeing the jar thirstily, "Your mom told me you drank her pee very happily. And shoved your whole hand up her pussy."
"Do you want me to do that to you too?" asked Tricia as the last drops of her piss fell into the jar.
"You can drink my pee all day every day, but I've going to need a lot of practice before my pussy can take even your little hand." Lisa took the jar and admired the pale yellow liquid inside, then took a large sip. Tricia's piss was light and almost sweet, with just enough of a nasty edge to remind Lisa that she was deliberately consuming someone else's waste. She drank steadily, enjoying the feeling of the hot liquid waste going down her throat.
"Hey! Save some for me too!" complained Tricia, and Lisa offered her the jar. Tricia hadn't drunk her own piss before, but she found it had a milder flavor than her mother's, and it went down easily.
"Now what?" she asked, holding the empty jar.
"Now you poop." said Lisa.
"On the floor?"
"Yes, right here, on the floor."
"Ok!" said Tricia, and she squatted in the middle of the room. Lisa circled behind her and crouched down to get the best view of Tricia's delicate little hole as it flexed and squeezed. It let out a long, puttering fart, then opened and let out several soft clumps of reddish-brown shit. They weren't solid enough to be called turds, and they collapsed into a single mass when they hit the floor, steaming slightly and filling the basement with their strong aroma. Tricia let out a final soft fart, then turned around to see what she'd made.
Neither of them had spent much time looking at, or even thinking about their own shit, but as they squatted together on either side of the stinking glop they were both fascinated by it. The smell invaded their noses, strong and repulsive, but they stayed where they were and breathed it in steadily. It was such an intense assault on their senses that they felt like they were in a trance. Their eyes met, then slowly drifted admiringly down each other's bodies, before coming to rest on the shit between them.
Their breathing deepened, and their pussies became wetter, but soon their daze was interrupted by a soft skittering sound. A large brown cockroach, apparently attracted by the smell, was investigating the reeking shit. Tricia looked alarmed and a bit disgusted, but Lisa's face took on a wicked grin, and as soon as the cockroach got close enough she snatched it up and popped it into the jar, closing the top and trapping it.
"I knew these things were down here," Lisa whispered, "and I knew some shit would bring them out."
"What are you going to do with it?" whispered Tricia back.
Lisa raised an eyebrow at her, but said nothing more. They squatted together in anticipation, still engulfed by the odor, but with their eyes and ears now straining to hear the next bug. It wasn't long before it appeared, but this time it was Tricia who managed to grab it, though she crushed a couple of its legs doing so. They continued their hunt until there were six plump shiny roaches scrabbling over one another in the jar, and Lisa straightened, relieving her sore muscles. She took Tricia back up to the kitchen, then pulled a cockroach from the jar, holding it pinched between two fingers and watching its legs and antennae flail wildly.
"Well Tricia, I think it's time for the next round of our bet." said Lisa, the grin still on her face. "I bet you can't eat one of these roaches while it's alive and kicking."
"What's the loser have to do?" asked Tricia, remembering her mother's advice.
"I challenged you, so you get to decide." answered Lisa.
Tricia thought for a moment, trying to come up with something grosser than eating a live cockroach. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, and as her asscheeks slid against one another she felt the sticky residue of the shit she took lingering in her crack. A deliciously wicked thought struck her, and she matched Lisa's grin with one of her own.
"The winner gets to stick a finger up the loser's butt!" she declared, "And then the loser has to lick it off!"
Lisa licked her lips. She knew that Tricia would get the cockroach down, and that she would be paying the forfeit, but she didn't know if she was ready for it. Doubts swirled in her brain, but her pussy was in control, still inflamed by the lingering scent of Tricia's shit in her nose. She remembered Suzy easily slurping up the squid straight from her ass, as well as what she'd said later about shit play, and her resolve hardened.
She nodded to Tricia, then placed the cockroach into her mouth, whole. She didn't taste much as it bounced itself frantically around the inside of her mouth, but then she bit into it and was flooded with the nasty taste of its juices. She crunched it slowly between her teeth, mouth open so Tricia could see everything, willing herself to keep chewing despite the foul flavor. After a while she swallowed, nearly gagging as the prickly shards of shell scraped her throat. Her ordeal over, she felt a warm glow of satisfaction, which mixed with the fire of perverse exhibitionism she'd been enjoying.
Lisa didn't have long to savor her feelings, as Tricia wordlessly grabbed a cockroach for herself and examined it. As it waved its legs fruitlessly her face took on a determined expression, and she stuffed it into her mouth and began chewing quickly, slowing a bit as she got used to the gross flavor and strange texture. After a minute she opened her mouth and showed Lisa the chewed bug, then swallowed it.
"I get to stick a finger up your butt now!" she gloated.
"Double or nothing?" replied Lisa
"What does that mean?" asked Tricia, puzzled.
"It means that we each try to eat another one." explained Lisa, "If I win you don't get to do anything, but if you win you get to put two fingers up my butt."
"Okay!" said Tricia, quickly grabbing another roach from the jar and shoving it into her mouth.
"I thought I was going to go first again." chuckled Lisa, and Tricia looked a bit abashed and stopped chewing. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, offering the half-chewed fragments of the roach to Lisa. Lisa was taken aback for a second, but then she smiled and gently sucked up the mess, taking the chance to slide her lips across Tricia's tongue. Perhaps it was her rampant horniness, but Lisa was starting to relish the challenging taste and feel, so unlike anything else she'd eaten.
In fact, her tastes had changed so quickly that once she swallowed the mass in her mouth she grabbed another without hesitation. She let it bounce across her tongue for a few seconds, then crunched it up and grabbed Tricia in a tight hug. She pressed her lips to Tricia's, parted them with her tongue and squirted the chewed-up roach into her mouth.
"Mmmmm" sighed Tricia, delighted by the forceful embrace. She squirmed her body against Lisa's as she finished her snack, finding that she too was starting to like it. After just a few chews she swallowed, letting the chips of shell scrape lightly at her throat as they went down.
"All gone." Tricia whispered.
"Really? Let me check." said Lisa, sliding her tongue into Tricia's mouth again. It was her whole tongue this time, and she swept it into every crevice that she could find, as her young lover wriggled her own tongue against it. Finally they parted, both breathing heavily.
"Triple or nothing?" asked Tricia.
"I was thinking that your mom might want to eat those last two." laughed Lisa.
"So I get to do it now?"
"I guess so." said Lisa, trying to appear calm and collected. Tricia didn't seem to know how to proceed, so Lisa took the lead. She turned and knelt on the floor, then pressed her face and body to the ground, presenting her ass like a bitch in heat and giving Tricia a clear view of her target. Once again she felt exquisitely humiliated at debasing herself for such a young girl, and she snuck a hand between her legs and began to play with her clit. Tricia took advantage of her vulnerable state and smacked each of the taut cheeks in front of her a few times, but her real focus was on the dark soiled hole between them.
Tricia poked Lisa's sphincter, finding it dry and tight. She ran her finger through one of the streaks of shit lining Lisa's crack, which had been kept moist by her dripping sweat. After spreading her impromptu lube on hole, she poked again, this time sinking in till her first knuckle. She twisted her finger and drove it in all the way, eliciting a small moan from Lisa.
"You said I could put in two fingers right?" asked Tricia.
"Yeah..." panted Lisa. She thought about asking Tricia to go slow, but this was Tricia's first time fingering an asshole, and she was feeling her way cautiously. She pulled her finger out, gathered some more shit, then squeezed both fingers in at once. Even two of Tricia's slender fingers wasn't much of a stretch, and as she pushed them in and out they were coated with a mix of Lisa's shit and rectal juices and began to slide more easily. The slight scraping of the dry fingers was replaced by a delightful slick pumping, and both Lisa and Tricia moved their fingers faster.
The whole morning's events had been charging Lisa up, and she could only endure a few minutes of this treatment before she came, groaning and shivering as her muscles jerked involuntarily. As she lay there enjoying the aftershocks running through her nerves Tricia pulled her fingers out, and Lisa's hole, gaping slightly, let out a long wet fart. Tricia laughed at the sound, and at the sight of Lisa's brown eye trembling as the gas pushed through it, making Lisa feel even more humiliated. The shame ran all the way through her, twisting her guts then running down to her pussy, where it spurred a deep, insistent throbbing.
"I guess this is what I like now," she thought to herself, "playing sex slave to a ten-year-old girl. Not an ordinary ten-year-old though..." That last thought made her grin, stretching her face against the cool tiled floor. Her hand started up again on her clit, but a hard smack on her ass brought her suddenly back to the present.
"Hey! My fingers are all gross now and you promised you were gonna lick them off!" yelled Tricia. Lisa smoothly slid herself up so she was kneeling in front of Tricia, and was confronted by the fingers which had just been in her ass, flecked and streaked with brown and glistening slightly all over. A part of her wanted to shy away in revulsion, but her natural competitiveness, combined with the strong feeling of submission which was still with her, did away with any hesitation.
"Of course Tricia, stick them in my mouth and I'll get them nice and clean for you." She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, practically begging Tricia to use her. Tricia obliged, inserting her dirty fingers in as far as they would go, which was just far enough to tickle the back of Lisa's throat and make her gag slightly. Lisa suppressed that urge, as well as the next one she felt when the full flavor of her own shit hit her. There wasn't very much, but even that had a strong rank flavor that surprised her. It took her a few deep breaths to regain her composure, and while she did so her mouth got used to the deep earthy taste, diluted into bearability by her saliva.
Tricia, however, was growing impatient at simply standing there with her fingers in Lisa's mouth. She fucked them in and out a few times to remind her of her duty, and Lisa responded, sucking and swirling her tongue around and between them to clean off every last particle of her own waste. She kept this up even after she succeeded and could taste nothing but her own spit, content to be dominated by the slight, innocent figure before her with two hard pink nipples and a deep flush on her chest.
Tricia found her position just as thrilling. She'd won a bet with an adult, who was now kneeling before her doing her bidding, and she felt more powerful and sexier than a ten-year old has any right to feel. She slowly pulled her fingers out of Lisa's mouth and examined them closely, but she couldn't see any traces of Lisa's bowels left.
"Good job, you got them all clean." she said imperiously, but she couldn't keep up the act for long and dissolved into giggles. She flung herself at Lisa and they kissed passionately again.
"Your breath smells like a fart!" she whispered into Lisa's ear.
"Then don't put your poop in my mouth!" retorted Lisa, deliberately breathing into her face. Tricia slapped Lisa's face playfully, then kissed her with no hesitation.
"I guess you should probably head home now." said Lisa, breaking the kiss, "Where are your clothes?"
"I didn't wear any!" replied Tricia, "I left them at home and I ran over naked!"
"What a naughty little girl you are." said Lisa, pinching her butt, "But I guess that means you'll have to run home naked too." Lisa handed Tricia the jar with the last two cockroaches in it, then they both peeked past the curtains and scanned the street for people. It looked like the coast was clear, so Tricia slipped out the door and streaked across the lawns. Lisa made sure she made it home, then stepped away from the window.
As she walked back to her kitchen she felt the residual wetness in her crack, and the slight tenderness in her sphincter, and she smiled to herself. She bent over the counter and gently slipped a finger into her asshole, then pulled it out and sucked on it, getting more accustomed to the flavor.
"After all," she thought, "Suzy said it was only a matter of time."