_everyone mentioned in this fantasy is at least 18 years old_
At a house party I (M22) was dancing with this drunk, horny girl (F20) who had latched on to me earlier. She whispered that she had a big buttplug up her ass. I said I was only fucking one girl that night and maybe if she played her cards right, it could be her. But I told her I wanted to take her rectal temperature first, to see if she was really all that hot. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe her body temperature had anything to do with her sexiness, but she _was_ stupid enough to follow me to the bathroom.
I led her into the master bedroom, locking the bathroom door behind us. I had her face the wall and pull down her panties, telling her to wait while I found a thermometer. There wasn’t one. But I found some laxative suppositories. Could I get one up her ass without her noticing?Standing behind her, I lifted her trashy little dress and pulled the plug out. She was right: it was pretty big. She was well lubed and as some dribbled out of her slightly agape butthole. Without ceremony and with two fingers, I pushed the suppository about four inches into her rectum.
“What is _that_?” She asked. “I thought you were taking my temperature.” Having momentarily (and somewhat drunkenly) forgotten that detail, I told her I was an expert at rectal temperature measurement, and since there was no thermometer, I was using my fingers. They felt pretty nice now that she had tightened back up.
I slid my fingers out, rubbing some lube around her anus before pushing the plug back up her chute. “So am I hot?” She asked. She turned around and with my arms on her shoulders I guided her to her knees. “You are,” I responded. “I’ll choose you for tonight, but help me with this first.”
She knew what I meant. She had little difficulty withdrawing my half-stiff cock and taking it into her warm mouth. She murmured as she sucked, giving me some nice vibes. This chick knew how to give head. I told her to reach into my pants and gently cup my balls. She complied, continuing to squeeze and tug my shaft with her other hand. Fuck. I wasn’t going to last long like this. “Jack me off onto your face.”
She was a fucking pro, waiting for the right moment, then pulling me out of her mouth and jacking with both hands, a pretty pout on her cute-but-slutty face. I usually close my eyes when I bust a nut, but I watched as my first rope of cum landed in her hair. She turned her head slightly as she pulled a big load out of my balls, getting my sperm all over her face. She paused as she was about to put my dick back in her mouth to clean me up.
“Does my face look bad?” She giggled. I pulled out my phone and took a picture and showed it to her. “I look like a backlot whore who charges ten bucks a pop,” she laughed. “You’d better delete that!”
I didn’t respond, putting the phone back in my pocket. She cleaned up her face, but her makeup was a bit of a mess. As we left the bathroom, several judgemental girls looked at her exactly as if she was a prostitute on duty. We hung out for an hour before I was ready to fuck.
“Backyard,” I told her. There were a few people on the deck, and no one seemed to care as we took the steps onto the semi-darkened lawn. We found a tree she could rest her upper body against. My body language made it clear that this was going to be a standing doggystyle situation, made easier by her heels. She pulled her panties down to her knees—and assumed the position. She pushed the plug out for me and I grabbed it, getting some KY on my hand before laying the warm toy down in the short grass in between us and the people on the deck, though no one was watching. Yet.
I unzipped with my other hand and lubed up the head of my rapidly stiffening cock. Her sphincter was tight but it relented as pushed my cockhead past it, and she was stretched out enough for me to push all the way in. Fuck, it felt good. So fucking tight. Her head was tucked against the tree, facing away from the house. “Are people watching us?” she asked a little breathlessly. “I don’t know,” I lied. There were at least two glancing our way. “But your dress is preserving your modesty and mine,” I told her. Technically true, I suppose.
Every time my balls started feeling too good, I paced myself so I could slide my cock in and out of this chick’s slippery asshole for longer.
She had been pushing back a little each time I pulled out, ensuring that my hairy balls kept tickling her bare pussy, when she suddenly stopped moving. “Feels like I’m going to shit,” she said nervously. “Girls always say that,” I retorted, nearly laughing out loud at the ridiculousness of the situation. I kept sodomizing her.
“This is for real,” she said a minute or two later. I just kept enjoying her tight chute gripping my cock. Ten strokes later she said loudly, “I’m cramping. I have to fucking poop!” Now more than a few people were watching. Gripping her hips, I sped up my movements, increasing the rhythm and the friction, grunting mightily as I spurted my semen into her bowels. I kept stroking until she tried to stand up and get my cock out of her butthole. The abdominal pain was painted across her face. It looked like she was fighting back tears as she ripped off her panties and squatted, pulling the back of her dress away. There was a sizable crowd now, and she was almost facing it, but her eyes were closed as she focused on expelling the monster moving unstoppably through her lower intestine.
She grunted and grunted again and finally exhaled as relief swept across her face. At this the women in the crowd reacted with surprise (what did they _think_ was going to happen?) and displeasure. I was halfway across the deck, trying to get her some toilet paper, when people started filing rapidly out of the door. Turns out the cops had paid a visit to the front door—so no toilet paper for the girl everyone now thought was a skank. People were jogging away from the house as she squatted for another fifteen seconds before getting up and running in the other direction from most of the crowd. The party would be long remembered, but not for the police raid. The cops, as it turns out, were just there with a noise complaint.
She texted me and begged me to forgive her. I did, but I never had the heart to tell her about the suppository.
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r/testertaste
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/10onnsy/laxative_prank_gone_wrong_m22f21_party_drunk_oral