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A Threesome to Die for..
by Tammy Murfin
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Storycodes: Solo-F; M/f; sex; bagged; trash; wheeliebin; caught; F/fm; bond; rope; toy; insert; kerbside; collection; truck; compaction; landfill; buried; cons/nc; XX
WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death.
A Threesome to Die for.. Tammy Murfin Solo-F; M/f; sex; bagged; trash; wheeliebin; caught; F/fm; bond; rope; toy; insert; kerbside; collection; truck; compaction; landfill; buried; cons/nc; XX
 

Francine came home from work in a good mood. She had been rewarded for solving a problem and received two afternoons off, with pay. So it was a Thursday, and here she was, home early at 2:30 pm after a shopping visit to the mall.

Her husband Bill worked for a cleaning company as an on-call worker, so she did not know if he would be at home or off on a job until she saw his car parked in the driveway outside the garage. At first, she wondered why it wasn’t inside, but remembered that he had been talking about cleaning out a lot of old things they had collected and piled up in the garage. She parked on the street and went into the house quietly, planning to surprise Bill. Opening the door from the kitchen to the back of the garage, she stopped, not saying a thing. There was Bill, on his knees, doing what could best be described as humping a bag of trash that was partly inside a tipped over wheelie bin. As she stood watching, she realized that the big plastic bag was moving, pressing itself back as Bill thrust forward. Someone was inside the trash bag and Bill was fucking whoever it was through a hole in the bag!

As she stood there, she heard a muffled voice calling out, “Harder Uncle Bill, fuck me harder!” She realized that the cunt in the bag was her 18-year-old niece Julie who lived with her mother, Francine’s sister in the next house. Bill replied, “Shut up you lump of garbage, trash doesn’t talk.” And when Julie responded with a moan of ecstasy, she realized that the scene was one that Julie enjoyed and Bill had fantasied about – treating a woman as disposable garbage. It was a kink that Francine had refused to play along with, bondage was one thing, objectification and humiliation were beyond her limits. But here she was, watching Bill fucking the garbage that was her niece, and she realized that she was indeed getting turned on at the idea of someone being simply garbage.

With a loud groan, Bill slammed hard against the bagged up Julie and held his position, rather obviously cumming deep inside her. When Bill pulled out, he also pulled Julie’s bag back out of the wheelie bin, spun it around and pushed it back in, all the way. He stood up and lifted the bin upright so Julie’s bag thumped to the bottom. The spin had left her sitting upright inside her bag, and Bill proceeded to milk the last of his cum on top of her bag. At that moment, Francine spoke, “Hi Bill, I see you really do get off on taking out the garbage.”

Bill spun around to see his wife standing there and blushed quite red, while tucking his drooping cock back into has pants. Francine laughed and commented, “I really think it’s kind of cute Bill, just be sure you wash up really well before you get your cock near me.” Bill thought he was caught, but Francine pretended she had no idea he had been fucking anything other than actual garbage. She explained how she had earned the time off and while she had thought about the two of them going to a movie, why not help him clean out the garage!

With that, she picked up one of the several large bags full of trash sitting next to the bin, grunting because it was rather heavy, she lifted it up and dumped it into the bin, right on top of Julie’s bag. Turning, she picked up another and with some effort stacked it on top. She pressed it down hard and tried to close the bin’s lid. Seeing it would not close tight, she picked up a box of old cookware and set it on the bin lid, forcing it to close tight. Francine dusted her hands and told Bill, “Let’s leave that here till the other one is full and then set it out for the truck. They come by about 4 pm today.”

“Well, don’t just stand there, get one of those contractor bags and line the next bin, we have lot’s more to dispose of.” Bill knew that Julie was now stuffed tightly in the bin, under about 80 lbs. of additional garbage and the additional 40 lb. box of old plates and pans on the lid meant it was impossible for her to escape. He grabbed one of the 65-gallon bin liners, shook it open and started to tuck it down inside the second bin. Francine told him, “Reach down in there and spread it open so it won’t tear when we throw things in.” Bill never saw Francine pick up the length of 2x4 and as he started to pull his head and arms out of the bin, Francine whacked him on the head. Bill collapsed with his head, shoulders and arms in the bin, which tipped over, spilling him out.

Francine grabbed some old rope, bent his legs and tied his knees with a rope behind his neck. His wrists and ankles were bound together and pulled tight before she rolled him into the same ass high position that Julie had been in. She yanks his pants down exposing his ass and after pulling the bin liner around him, she went back in the house and got a dildo. It was not the large one she liked most, just a ‘normal’ cock sized one. Back to the garage she went, spat on his ass and pressed the dildo into his butt hole before turning on its vibrator. She used the drawstrings to pull the bag closed behind him and started to push him into the bin, but then dragged the bin around and pushed him in bottom first as he had done with Julie. It was a struggle lifting the bin upright but she managed it, and chuckled when his bottom thumped down, thinking what happened to the dildo when his ass landed on it. She guessed it had been pushed all the way in, since she could not hear the vibrator running. She tossed the last full bag in the bin on top of Bill’s bag and closed the lid just as the doorbell rang.

Hurrying to the door, she opened it to see her sister Nadine. “Hi Fran, I just came over to ask if you have seen Julie. We had an argument this morning and she stormed out of the house without saying where she was going. She sometimes comes to see you or Bill, so I thought I would check here.” Francine replied. ”No, I haven’t actually seen her, but I know what you mean about how she comes over to see Bill. I even worry about how much attention he pays to her, ever since she started dressing like a slut.”

Nadine just nodded, “That was what the argument was about, I hate to see her going out looking like she wants to get, well, you know what I mean. There are some days when I wish she would just run away and I could let her learn about life the hard way. Just let me know if she shows up will you?” Looking at the partially cleaned garage, “I see you finally got Bill to start cleaning this mess up, anything I can do to help?” Francine looked at the two bins and then at Nadine. “Yes, let me move this box of dishes and you can help me set out these bins for the truck.” After Francine removed the box, Nadine tipped the first bin and rolled it toward the garage door. “I’ve got this one, it’s heavy, but I can roll it, open the door will you?”

Francine pushed the button and the door rose. She watched as Nadine rolled the bin to the end of the driveway and came back. Nadine had no idea that she had just set out her daughter as trash to be carted away. The two women pulled and pushed the much heavier second bin down to the curb before returning for the box of dishes and a couple of others that they stacked on top of the bins at the curb.

“So where is Bill?” Nadine asked. Bill had left for a morning job, but now his car was here. Thinking fast, Francine answered, “He went out on a job this morning. He and his partner had two closets to clean out and dump as trash at that last job and she picked him up to go finish the job. Good thing he didn’t drive, that freezing rain squall we had would have been hard for him to drive on in that old wreck he keeps trying to keep running. I am really glad it stopped and melted off quickly when the sun came out. Come on inside and have some coffee, I was just about to brew some.” Nadine shook her head, “No thanks, I am going to drive to the mall to see if Julie is there.”

Francine waved as Nadine went to her car and closed down the garage door, leaving the two bins at the curb. One holding Julie, the other holding Bill, both neatly tied and bagged, the drawstring opening on their bags allowing them to breath, but the packed garbage around and on top blocking their movement. Julie was wide awake, and had heard her Mother talking to Aunt Francine but had tried to stay quiet, not wanting to be found naked in the garbage in a bag with her clothes under her. And then there was the thrill of actually being set out with the garbage, by her own mother. All she had to do was wait for Uncle Bill to get her out.

Bill was starting to wake up, but still dazed by the 2x4 that hit him. He squirmed a bit when he started to feel the dildo vibrating inside his ass, but that only helped the rest of the garbage settle around him and prevent further movement. When he realized that he had been tied and bagged, he smiled and almost laughed, after all, just that morning his partner at work had fallen into a bin and he had stuffed a vibrating dildo into her, bagged her up and set her out for the trash collection. He hadn’t intended for her to be dumped into the truck and compacted, but the brief ice storm had prevented him from rescuing her and he had only been able to watch and listen as the truck crushed her and the rest of the garbage before it drove off. And now here he was, stuck in a bin at the curb, waiting for the truck.

So there they sat, Bill, laughing at the irony, Julie, thrilled by being garbage, but expecting Bill to help her, Francine, sitting at the window sipping coffee while watching the bins at the end of the driveway. When the truck came down the alley, the crew would toss anything loose into the hopper and then roll the bins over to the lifter to be tipped up and dumped in. The weather was still forecast to become bitter cold when the actual front blew through so they were rushing to finish their route. It wasn’t the usual rear loader truck, this one had the lifter and opening on the side behind the cab. They liked their new truck, as they didn’t need to drag the heavy bins around behind the truck. With this one, it was just a short push to align the bin with the lifter, and the compactor ran continuously.

The box on top of Julie’s bin went in first, then her bin was tipped and dumped into the chamber. She landed on the two heavy bags that had been above her in the bin and fell over to the side, deep in the hopper as the ram retracted. Her bin was moved aside and as Bill’s was positioned, the ram moved back and pressed Julie and then the other garbage through the opening into the two-thirds full chamber. Bill’s bin was lifted and dumped on top of the ram where it sat as the truck moved on to Nadine’s driveway. Her first bin was dumped onto Bill’s bag just as the ram retracted and he fell into the hopper. Seconds later, Bill’s bag was pressed against Julie’s, tight, but they were still able to breath and even work at tearing open their bags.

They managed to untie each other’s bindings and Bill, pants tangled around his ankles, hugged the naked Julie against him with the usual result. She spread her legs and he slipped inside her, the vibrator in his ass making him even more eager than usual. Julie was totally out of control, she was being fucked IN a garbage truck, where they had been dumped like all the other trash. The cycling of the compactor seemed to be helping Bill push deeper into her and the two were lost in their sexual fantasy for all the rest of the block.

All that ended when they came to the house where a major remodel was in progress. The sofa and recliner were first, then the washer, dryer, and upright freezer. The old tube TV console, a broken wet/dry vacuum and two hardened bags of cement mix were all crushed and forced through the opening by the repeated compactions. By that point, Bill and Julie were tangled and jammed into the sofa cushions, forced against the back of the chamber by the unyielding metal parts from the washer, dryer and freezer. Most of the other 4 tons of trash was piled on top of their now permanently joined remains.

The final coincidence had their truck unload at the landfill at the same spot that his work partner Betty had been dumped a few hours earlier. The compaction tractor rolled over all the garbage and although he never knew it, Bill wound up sandwiched between Betty and Julie, a threesome to die for, so to speak.

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21.07.16

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