Three fuckers enjoy the excremental gifts of barnyard animals and explore their lustful bounds with their most loved pet.
Gurgling and sloshing around a pit, the sludge of horse-&-cow-shit was worked around by the several bodies grinding up and fapping to each other. The three friends are trying to tease each other by slithering against the others, licking earthy slime from armpits and faces, and occasionally one of the friends would suck – deeply – on the other’s nipples; leaving bite marks and hickeys during each attack.
Eventually, Ermel – the worst offender of the tit-attacking – stands up, pussy butterflied with both hands, looking down on the face of Grolmes (who is trying to stuff his slightly prolapsed asshole with slurry-juice and) who is holding his tongue out in wait. Piss flows forth and runs down the eager mouth of Grolmes. Yellowed shit washes down his chest and warms his torso.
Ernko – born with a near-vagina and proto-penis – grabs a dildo resting on the side of the basin, lubes it with the pungent sauce, inserts it cuntwise, stands above Grolmes (loving the standing attendance), furiously strokes and rubs as a trans of this caliber is want to do, and in a near epileptic fashion cums on the excretion-painted Grolmes, leaning against the pit’s wall while catching breath.
Grolmes, never shy of some shit or piss or cum, leans up to Ermel’s freshly-pissed urethra and tongues it passionately; her puffy pisshole due to sounding with little silicone probes every day for the last several years. Ermel pushes Grolmes’s face back – tenderly, playfully – and rubs her clit and fingers her slightly gaped cunt for only a few moments before climaxing and letting Ernko lick squirt off her complexly-oozed fingers.
The seemingly subservient Grolmes stands proudly, stroking his veiny and uncut cock with fury, and aims his appendage at Ernko’s dildo-stuffed semi-pussy. In a moment of preclimax tiredness in his hand, Ermel sinks to her knees (muck up to her wonderfully soft tits), grabs Grolmes’s member, slams it into her mouth and holds it in her throat – not really breathing – to gag on the shaft and tongue his dirty balls. She releases his rod from her mouth after a short time but not before slurping his foreskin clean (the only such thing in the pit) and pressing her tongue into his piss-slit not even a centimeter. Ermel then takes the dildo from Ernko’s cunt, stuffs it into her mouth, and allows Grolmes to force the end of his volcanic shaft to eruptively breed Ernko’s fuckhole while embracing the receptive scatslut in a tender hug; slyly sticking his tongue in Ernko’s ear as he finishes pulsing babies into the androgynous cumdump. Ermel wastes no time and sticks a finger up Ernko’s tightest-shitter and rubs her four fingers around the sloppy opening of Grolmes’s slack man-cunt, her face between bellies and her tongue working over Ernko’s clitoral-penis. Ernko rubs Ermel’s hair pettishly while Grolmes licks Ernko’s lips.
After some sucking off on Ermel’s end, the three scatfuckers leave the slurry to end the day in their cozy abode not too far from the fuck-worked farm. The cows mooing sometimes in their sometimes excitement of a sugary patch of grass, the horses quietly munching on alfalfa or hay, the barn cat walking between the legs of passive bovines, moonglow making Ermel miss the days when she would get back home from college only to milk cows with her curvy body exposed entirely, sweating as she hand-milked udder after udder, sometimes cooling off by pinching a teat repeatedly over her warming body, sweat and milk, sometimes squatting over the stool she worked from to finger her shitslimy asshole, her parents never suspecting a thing happening in the barn at such hours; though on some nostalgic nights, Ermel does enjoy sitting outside – Grolmes and Ernko usually asleep by that point – to moonbathe. Typically she’ll leave a vibrator whirring in her cuntmouth while she pisses all over herself.
For the next several days after, Ernko plotted a way to push the limits of the gang’s usual fuck routine. The perfect idea – so Ernko believed and so the squeamish would disagree – was hatched and discussed with the other two.
On the day of the execution, the trio started off the festivities by swimming in the effluvia of zoological origin. All three of the fuckers – on request of Ernko – stuffed whatever hole they’d wish with a fist or gape-inducing buttplug. Ernko embedded a hand in that most engrossing and sloppy of neuter fuckholes. Grolmes let Ermel fist his prolapsed and winking guts with Ermel massaging the varicose fucksocket with slurry-juice. Ermel – the scattrix – dipped her free hand in the pitwater, gagged herself to trigger a bulimic expulse, and weaseled her gooed mitt into her uterine maw. The trio of fisteuphorics moaned and continued to push cream from their dungholes. Not wanting to waste the opportunity for diverse fun, Ernko took a bubble-tiered buttplug – each tier bigger than the last – and worked it filthily into an asshole that had never been penetrated regularly save by Ermel’s fingers or Grolmes’s tongue.
The three scatteurs were nearing their respective climax when Ernko ordered them all to stop, even interrupting an orgasm that would’ve surely coated handsome Grolmes’s externalized rectum in virile cum. Ernko, clearly frustrated by the level of control needed not to spew, ordered the group toward the stables for the next round of fun. Yes, round.
In the aisleway was a table crafted by the skilled Ernko, a master woodworker, that was shaped in an ergonomic and pleasurable fashion. The crafter of the table went to the stall containing the most elegant of the horses in the whole band: a gypsy vanner stallion with a coat almost like that of a Holstein, standing proudly above the other horses in terms of girth and height, he’d’ve been an Adonis if human, and his coat was well maintained save for his tail which was this night dripping with diarrhea. This was, appropriately and lovingly, a horse named Blangis. Grolmes and Ermel took note of the trail of watery seepage leading to Blangis, Ernko explaining:
“I fed our beautiful boy here something good. He will be shitting for hours. Watch!”
With that, Ernko turned Blangis around, lifted his tail, and drank a freshly farted squirt right from the gorgeous stallion’s puckering donut. Ernko obliged the horse’s shit-ring further by licking and teasing the black thing until looking back to Ermel and Grolmes with a shit-eating grin. Once again, saying:
“This isn’t over. Wait.”
Ernko led Blangis closer to the table, once again turned him around so his plump butt was parallel to the edge, got onto the table and laid back so the stinky buttplug was level with the Blangis’s gurgling and readying fartbox, removed the plug to clean it with a good licking and place the plug in that throbbing cunt, and pushed the unplugged asshole right to Blangis’s now farting anus.
With an ambivalent snort, Blangis’s diarrheal chimney released close to three cups of liquid shit while filling up the presently eager asshole. Ernko, felt the warm run deep inside as if being douched by manure. Ernko breathed lustfully and heavy, got off the table, ordered Grolmes and Ermel to their knees, rubbed the vaginal buttplug while facing the other two fuckers assward, and farting out the received horseshit onto two open-mouthed sluts.
Ernko did not achieve orgasm again – a rigid promise not to do so until the third round had been completed – and ordered Grolmes to the table next, his ass-sleeve twitching with excitement. He laid down but Ermel and Ernko agreed – without him, though with no complaints – to slip that serpentine asshole onto Blangis’s oreo-patterned crapper. Once attached, Ermel licked the wormy mancunt up and down while Ernko decided to start rubbing around Blangis’s gargantuan sheath, making the tip of that soft rod pop out and grow slowly as his guts readied another assault of shit into Grolmes’s organic fleshlight. It was as soon as a river of dung inflated Grolmes’s asshole did Blangis’s cock stiffen and start slapping against his stomach, Ernko rubbing shit onto the steed’s fuckpipe. Grolmes heaved with joy just as Ernko had done earlier with shit splashing out of his tunnel back onto the hole it came from. Ernko licked shit from Blangis’s gamey shaft only making the stallion drip pre-cum and harden to boulderhood never getting the stallion to cum as that would ruin the third round. Ermel was overjoyed at the sight of all of this. She helped the second plumber from the table and then forcefully turned him around so she could hold his asshole – which was resembling an éclair now – to her mouth. She drank hard but couldn’t slake her thirst for shit on this manhole alone.
Ernko stood up from Blangis’s humongous cock and ordered Ermel to lay down, finally. Ermel was chosen to go last because Ernko knew her lust for shit ran through her veins and her mind was always wandering toward the stuff. Ermel begged and whined for Ernko and Grolmes to support her so that it was her cunt – not her asshole – that was equal to Blangis’s sewer. Four hands supported Ermel while she grinded her pussy to the docile stallion’s ass. Blangis once farted as an alert that the gooiest shlock was to be gifted to the adjacent toilet: Ermel’s womb.
Ermel took the load like a champion, warm diarrhea filling her cunt up for her hedonic pleasure. She was so ecstatic at the filling of her vagina that she barked in sexual agony to the other fuckers:
“Both of you, lick my cunt clean! NOW!”
The two immediately went to her shitted upon cunt with their tongues tasting the fine mixture of manure and pussy juice serving as a lovely treat. Ernko and Grolmes even frenched near Ermel’s queefing, eddying cunt while dipping both of their tongues into that toiletted passage. Ermel nearly passed out from pleasure, but in tired want asked for Grolmes to hold her up and do whatever he wanted while he supported her. He took the opportunity to finger her right ear and tongue her left ear simultaneously; a simple fetish, but pleasurable for both of them. Grolmes though occupied was curious:
“Where do go from here my beautiful shit-eater?” to which Ernko replied:
“We go right to the horse in front of us.”
Grolmes perked up from Ermel’s ear. He was eager to see what type of fun Ernko had in mind with Blangis the Scatmeisterross.
Ernko fetched a thick and long wooden dowel with a hook on either end, stood on table of fuckdom, attached the dowel viz. the hooks to hemp-ropes that were hanging unnoticed from the ceiling, turned Blangis to face the table while still on the table and ordered the majestic beast to leap front-legged over the dowel. Blangis, no small thing, was now suspended partially, his cock starting to reharden and distend to the length it was when he was gushing deliciously creamy diarrhea into his owners. Even when being readied for the final fun of the night, Blangis continued to diarrhea all over the place which didn’t bother any of the sluts in the least.
Ernko – clearly the leader tonight save Ermel’s ecstasy – ordered the other two to sit back and enjoy the show.
Ernko laid back onto the table but was now under a thousand-pound beast ready to impregnate something. Ernko’s feet were used to rub shit from the floor all over the shaft acting only to infuriate the stallion into full erection. The double-sexed slut opened the orifice Blangis would pound into derangement: a non-cis cunt that’d been abused by a buttplug earlier in the evening, gaping – if assessed – in an order between Ermel’s relaxed cunt and the brisket that Grolmes called his asshole.
It was not too shortly after spreading the lips open, that Ernko grabbed hold of the stud’s arm-of-a-cock and pressed it into the slut’s pussy. Ernko could’ve fallen dead with orgasmic energy as Blangis pumped forward a couple of times before breeding Ernko like a filly. Ernko managed to cum from that little prick above the rammed and creamed cunt which caused Ernko to piss and squirt on Blangis’s hammercock. The fucking was enough to send the commanding officer into submission.
Ernko was tired from the intense fucking that had just transpired but enjoyed the feeling of horse seed flooding out of the freshly plowed hermaphroditic paydirt. Grolmes and Ermel removed Ernko from the table, managed to get Blangis down from his suspension, lead the still shitting steed away from the table, and rested Ernko back down on the wooden bench who couldn’t even muster the words intended to order the unseeded duo around. Instead, Grolmes spread Ernko’s legs and dove into the bred chasm with his lips and drank the horse cum right out. Ermel took advantage – unprotestedly – of Grolmes’s slinking asshole and drank the residual Blangis shit that remained from the folds and flaps of that gorgeously ruined mancunt. Ermel saw Blangis’s cock begin to drop again; readying to piss a stream of the most stenched piss anyone could stand. Instead of wasting the golden flow, Ermel convinced Grolmes to lend his dirty asshole. The asstailed fucker backed his tubulous shitter to Blangis’s flaccid stallionhood only to be given a urinal enema. Ermal prevented much loss of piss with her fist in Grolmes’s anal-gauntlet and managed to slowly move him, preserving even a droplet of piss, to Ernko. Ermel convinced the relaxing Ernko to kneel and get ready to drink.
When Ermel’s hand flew out of Grolmes’s shitcunt, befouling liquid farted and drained into Ernko’s shit-lubed throat. Ernko continued to kiss and love up on Grolmes’s miraculous prolapse. Ermel grabbed Ernko by the hair and ordered the genderwoven toilet-whore to eat her pussy out. Ermel was licked as if Ernko were a dog after peanut butter: determined and all-reaching with tongue as tool. It wasn’t long before Ermel sputtered and queefed out some fuck into Ernko’s mouth. While Ermel was still squirting in finish, Grolmes snuck behind to – again – lick the ear of his finely filthy friend and pop his crapped-upon cock into Ermel’s painfully beautiful shitbox. It was this move that made Ermel shutter with ecstasy again, falling toward the table behind Ernko while the transslut continued to feast upon the juices of the penetrated scatrix. Ermel’s hole tightened around Grolmes’s ugly cock, foreskin collecting shit with each thrust, grabbing her fucker by the sides and signaling him to slam faster and harder, moaning out:
“Make my shitter gape you handsome fucker. Make me squirt again you filthy animal. Pound my ass until I shit again.” Continuing until Grolmes creampied Ermel’s filthy asshole and let Ernko, still on the ground, lick her bred ass into a cleaner level of filth: or really, slurping up Grolmes’s cum and leaving shit to continue fermenting for the remainder of their orgy.
The three fuckers remained at light play for half-an-hour longer. The night was approaching 1AM when they decided to move Blangis back into his stall, head to the house to clean up, and sleep until the afternoon as none of them had work that day.
When they walked back home that night, take note, Ernko had a moment of love wash over. Knowing the other two – soulmates loyal only to this group of three – were to remain together, meant for each other’s filth and romance. Ernko looked at the cows as the three headed home, remembered meeting Ermel for the first time at a dairy barn a few years ago, and remembers thinking while looking at the barn-belle:
“One day, I wanna shit in her mouth.”
With that, Ernko nuzzled up to Ermel as they walked home. Grolmes rubbed his fingers up against the others’s assholes.
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