Hollys Tale Ch 01

**The Blah-Blah**

No minors are depicted in the following story. All participants in sexual activities in the following tale are of legal, consensual age(at least 18 years of age or older).

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Pt 1: Sapphic Sisters

I sighed as I wearily drug myself up the front stairs of my home. It had been another long, soul crushing day at Westchester Prep, the college preparatory school(high school) I attended. I went up to my room, took off my school uniform, slipped on some old gray sweats, and collapsed on my bed.

"Lissie, is that you?" a voice called from the bathroom across the hall.

"Yeah," I muttered, turning my head just in time to see the bathroom door open. A statuesque, marble skinned figure with dark auburn hair, jade green eyes, and the body of a goddess emerged from the steamy lavatory. I would be a dead ringer for her if not for three things: I'm a strawberry blonde, my eyes are olive green, and I'm a great deal...heavier than her. She's my sister Raquel. I've called her Rocky for as long as I can remember, and she usually calls me Lissie, Lizzie, or Liz(my full name is Holissa; most people call me Holly). When Rocky went to Westchester, we fucking ran that school. Unfortunately, she graduated after my second semester and every day without her there was hell.

"Rough day?" Rocky asked through the slit of my half opened door.

"Yup," I grimaced, my face looking like I'd just bitten a lemon.

"May I come in?"

"Sure." I wasn't suprised that Rocky was still naked; she had not even bothered to towel off after her shower. My sister never really wore all that much around the house. Mother considered it a major victory when she got her to wear a bra and panties every once in awhile. I'm pretty sure that Rocky would be naked all the time if she could. Personally, it never really bothered me all that much; I rather enjoyed the show.

"You ok, sweetie?" She murmured softly as she came to stand over me. Her crotch was directly in my line of sight. I was mesmerized by the curly auburn hairs that crowned her pubic mound.

"Lissie?"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, I'm good." I cursed myself for being unable to drag my eyes away from her womanhood. Rocky sighed and sat on the edge of my bed, patting her left thigh invitingly. I inhaled sharply and rested my head in her lap like I used to do when I was a kid and there was something bothering me.

Rocky gently stroked my hair and cooed softly in my ear. "What's wrong, Lizzie-Poo?"

I smirked. Rocky used to call me that when I was barely out of diapers. I let out another major exhalation. "Some assholes at school have been giving me a hard time." I fought back a sob, but a single tear ran down my cheek. "They fucking moo at me in the hallways and oink at me while I eat my lunch. One of them actually had the nerve to call me 'Fatty Cakes' today." I was too choked up to continue.

I felt Rocky stiffen. "Right. Give me their names."

"No, Rocky," I bawled. "This is my problem."

"Liz, your problems are my problems. If those pricks fuck with you, they fuck with me too. Now give me their names."

"Elliot Endicott and Eustace Albright. They're the ringleaders."

"Those dickless fucks?" Rocky fumed as she grabbed my mobile off my night table and angrily stabbed the keys.

"Who are you calling?"

"Darshan. He'll sort those fuckers out." Darshan Cullen was in the senior class at West Prep and Rocky's old boyfriend. He's absolutely devoted to my sister and would do anything for her. "Hey Shan, it's Roxy. I'm good. Do you know Endicott and Albright? Yeah. Those douchebags have been bothering my sister. Get some of your boys and fuck them up. Make sure you tell them that this is a gift from Raquel DuBonet. What do you mean I only call when I need something? Look, do this for me and I'll do something for you...or let you do something to me." She giggled. "Yes, I'm free Saturday. It's a date, then. 'Bye, Shan. Men are so easy to manipulate. Just promise them sex and you can get them to do anything." A few minutes later, I got a text that read 'Messsage delivered. E & A are black and blue.' Rocky laughed triumphantly. "It's a done deal. They wont bother you anymore." She patted my bottom. "Let me up, Liz. I have to put dinner on before Mom gets home." I followed her into the kitchen, my eyes glued to her ample buttocks. She put on an apron and, with my help, whipped up some Chicken Parmesan and popped it in the toaster oven.

"Rocky?"

"Hmm?" She was adding some ice to a bowl with a bottle of wine in it.

"How do you stay so thin?"

"Lizzie..." She gave me a hug. "Don't let those assholes get to you. You only weigh (XXX)pounds, after all"(no way am I revealing how much I weigh. Let's just say it's more than 100 ibs. and less than 200 ibs). "It's not like you're morbidly obese or anything. You're fine just the way you are."

"Yeah, yeah. Real women have curves and all that shit." I pulled away from her and folded my arms across my chest, waiting.

She sighed. "You already know this shit, Liz. Diet and exercise. That's it."

"C'mon, Rocky, there has to be some kind of instant weight loss formula or pill I can take." The second I said pill, Rocky's eyes lit up and a mischievous grin spread

across her face. She took her apron off and draped it

over the back of a chair.

"Well, there is one thing you can try."

"What?" I asked suspiciously. I knew she was up to something.

"It's up in my room." She grabbed my hand and pulled me after her, my eyes once again locked on her firm derriere. In her room, I watched as Rocky rummaged through her things. "Ah-Ha!" She said finally. She pulled a white bottle of pills out of her panty drawer and shook two of them into my hand. "There you go, Liz," she announced with another devilish smile.

"What the fuck are these?" The pills looked like oversized pinto beans to me.

"They're colon cleaners--'A Colonic in the Privacy of Home'," she grinned, reading the slogan on the bottle.

"And this helps me lose weight how?"

"Well, I read online that the colon is full of tons of undigested food and old fecal matter. All of that adds excess pounds to your body mass. Those babies will totally flush out your system. You'll lose at least 15 pounds."

"Sounds like you're talking out of your ass, Roc." I looked at her doubtfully and took the bottle, quickly perusing the label. 'Fast Acting Super Colon Clenz,' it read. 'Stay Regular. Lose Weight. Feel Great!' I gave the rest of the label the the once over and handed the bottle back to her skeptically. "Bullshit."

"Oh come on, Liz! I take these everyday. Trust me, they work. Would I lie to you?" Rocky really wanted me to take the pills. I knew she'd hound me for ages until I tried them, so I sighed and popped them in my mouth. "Whoa, whoa, WHOA! Spit those out!"

"What?" I asked confusedly after I spat the pills into Rocky's waiting hand.

"They work faster when taken rectally...you know, up the ass." Before I could even react to that, Rocky had already yanked down my sweatpants and my white cotton "granny panties." I reddened as she sank to her knees behind me, her face inches away from my bum. "You really do have a great ass, Liz. My flat little booty can't hold a candle to yours." Her hot breath made me tremble. I gasped as she penetrated my rectum with her finger and gently moved the colonics inside me. My breath caught when, after her finger was out, I heard a wet smacking sound--she licked my poo off her finger!--and a contented sigh. "All done," she said, kissing my rump and pulling my clothes back up.

I felt a major rumbling in my tummy almost immediately. "Fuck," I hissed, holding my ass with both hands and clenching my bumhole tighter than humanly possible. As I tried to race to the bathroom, Rocky stepped in my way. I went around her, but she moved in front of me again. Everytime I tried to sidestep her, she blocked my path. "For fuck's sake, Rocky! Quick messing about! I'm gonna fucking shit myself!"

Rocky grinned wickedly. "Tickle War!" She bellowed rushing forward and attacking the most ticklish spots on my body--my underarms!

"No--hee hee--Rocky--ho ho ho--cut it out--ah ha ha ha--!" I always become a quivering mass of jelly when I'm being tickled, so I was absolutely helpless. I doubled over with gales of uncontrollable laughter. "Please, Rocky--ha ha ha--no more..." I tried to back away, panicking as my bowels let one rip and a bit of poo emerged into my knickers.

"Quitters never win!" Rocky exhulted, launching herself at me and knocking me to the floor; this prompted another rush of poo to flow into my pantys. Rocky straddled me and continued her tickle attack, her hands wandering up my sweatshirt and caressing my bare skin.

"Rocky...ha ha ha...STOP! Ah ha ha ha...I can't hold it any...HA ha ha...anymore..." It was then that I looked into her emerald eyes and saw the fire burning in them. I finally understood why she'd been so eager to get me to take her "poo pills"...Rocky WANTED me to poop in my knickers! She had long since stopped tickling me and started kneading my tits like dough. My laughter was replaced by moans of pleasure at about the same time she began grinding her wet pussy into mine. I finally gave up trying to hold in my poo. It was a truly massive movement! I lost count of how many logs I squeezed out after my third monster poo turd oozed out of my bumhole and turned to mush as it pressed against my knickers. As the flow continued, my eyes rolled back in my head and I bit my bottom lip. Fuuuck...it felt SO fucking good! I think that was the

first time I ever had an orgasm that didn't involve direct clitoral stimulation. Eventually, I stopped pooping and just lay there on the floor panting like a dog. At some point, Rocky had gotten off and collapsed on top of me--I was too out of it to even register that it had happened; when I came back down to Earth, she was in my arms. "Oh, my god," I whispered repeatedly as Rocky pulled me to my feet and led me to the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. I looked over my shoulder at my reflected bum and was shocked! My knickers were so full of shit that they and my sweatpants sagged well below my bum! My entire ass was visible!

"You dirty, dirty girl," Rocky murmured. "You fucking reek. You're going to need a shower. Here, let me help you get out of those clothes..." She tore off my sweatshirt and bra, flinging them across the room. She shoved me into the mirror, gripping my shit-filled ass and sinking her teeth into my left breast so forcefully that I swear she drew blood! The treatment was repeated on the right breast before she attacked my wet cunt with equal vehemence...If I wrote of all the sapphic delights my dear sister and I engaged in that afternoon, this account would drag on for ages. Let it suffice to say that we enjoyed each other's company immensely that day, and would continue to do so. Unfortunately, we burned the chicken, so we had to order Chinese take-away. Sorry, Mum! Later that night, sore but happy, I drug myself to the bathroom scale and weighed myself--I actually lost 10 pounds! Son of a bitch.

to be continued