Author: Mythos Title: Julia (Without Shame) Part: 2 of 5 Universe: Lily Version: 1 Date: Mar 29, 2017 Word Count: 1400 Keywords: fsolo, anal, ws, scat, vomit Summary: Julia enjoys a weekend to herself indulging in her filthy kinks. For once, she feels no shame, knowing there are people out there who might accept her for the way she is. This story is part of the Lily series. Visit /~Mythos/ for the full story. Please provide any feedback to mythos@nym.hush.com. I especially appreciate constructive criticism. ________________________________________________________________ Julia Part 2 (Without Shame) by Mythos Julia had the condo to herself that weekend. She spent most of it in her room, playing with herself. Her pussy and ass were still raw from Friday night, making them delightfully sensitive. By Saturday night, they both itched from the encrusted scum rimming her hole and within the folds of her labia. Combine that with the powerful smell she could detect even when she wore her panties, and the fact that her entire body was clammy from sweat and cum, she was constantly horny. Her finale came Sunday. She gently teased herself while watching porn for so long, her fingers became wrinkled. But she never let herself cum. Come evening, she retreated to her bathroom dressed in the same blue tank top and panties she'd worn to the club. She closed the drain of the bathtub and lay down such that her head was under the tap. Her blonde hair fanned beneath her. First, she rubbed herself through her panties. She thought about how Lily had sucked that man's cock even though it had just come from her own ass. The girl had enjoyed it, Julia was sure. The taste of her own ass had turned her on. When Julia neared orgasm, she stopped. Relaxing, she emptying her bladder. A dark stain grew from the crotch of her panties. When she strained, a stream forced its way through the fabric and arced onto the porcelain. With her body oriented toward the drain, the piss flowed along her body, soaking into her tank top and back, and then her hair. Julia cupped her hand beneath the stream and splashed it against her crotch, further soaking her panties. When her stream died, her panties were soaked in all but the fabric by her waist. Julia rolled over, face down in the piss. The rest of her tank top soaked through. The cold urine caused her nipples to harden. She lapped at the pool by the drain as though she were a kitten. Having had her fill, she reached from the tub to the cupboard under the sink where the plunger was kept. The handle was cheap plastic, with ribs to grip onto. Julia wet the suction end in her urine and jammed it against the tub wall opposite the drain. There it stuck, its handle pointing horizontally. On hands and knees, she slid the crotch of her panties aside and leaned back onto it. It sank into her pussy until she felt it bump her cervix. She rocked back and forth until it felt nice and smooth, then pulled off of it. That had just been to lubricate it. Reaching back, she lined the handle up with her ass and leaned. Her sphincter expanded around each rib. The most wonderful part of the sensation was that she hadn't defecated once this weekend. She'd been squirming Saturday night to keep her poo in. Sunday had been a constant struggle. Now she could feel the plastic pressing into the hot mass inside her rectum. Once eight inches were inside her, she not get the hard plastic any farther. She bounced against it. The smell of shit filled the air. She couldn't see, but she could feel her waste coming loose as she rocked back and forth. It caked the plastic, giving it a pasty, grainy sensation that chafed her already itching asshole. Shit scraped against the gusset of her panties, accumulate on the fabric. Julia fantasized about Lily. Evelyn had she could do anything she wanted to the girl. Julia planned to push that guarantee as far as it would go. And she'd do it again and again. All these years Julia had figured she was alone with her perversions. She wasn't about to let the opportunity pass now that she'd met someone who might be accepting of what she wanted. She heard the first plop. Looking between her legs, she saw a clump of poop that had fallen onto the tub floor. Her hand returned to her crotch. After a few rubs and thrusts, she was back on the verge of orgasm. Taking her hand away, she slowed her thrusts to avoid pushing herself over the edge. As she continued, she bore down on her bowels. Drop after drop fell. Whenever she pulled forward, the plunger was all but out, her poop would nearly escape, only for her to mash it back inside her. With her bearing down, more and more escaped around the sides until a small pile built up between her knees. She moved faster, until finally she came. Riding the plunger, she moaned and whimpered. Only once the orgasm faded did she slow. Pulling herself off, she pulled her panties back into place and turned to face the plunger. A good handful of poo was smeared over the handle. Julia breathed in the smell. Her pussy stirred again. Sitting back on her haunches, she once again rubbed her clit through her soiled panties. Another orgasm was already on the horizon. Leaning forward, she licked the end of the handle like an ice-cream cone. The flavor was revolting. Even as her stomach turned, her pussy spasmed. She licked a little more going farther down the shaft, until she started sucking the handle. Soon she was fellating it like a cock, sucking all of the shit into her churning stomach. Retching, she paused before resuming. But soon she was wretching again and again as the shit filled her mouth and the handle slid down her throat. Thick strands of saliva dripped from her chin. Her eyes watered. Her pussy drooled with lust. In moments, she was cumming again. Once the handle was clean of all but saliva, she turned to the pile of shit beneath it. As she lapped the pieces into her mouth, she released what remained in her bowels. Broken lumps of shit pushed into her panties. They formed a mass. The narrow crotch of her panties was not wide enough, and clumps splashed into the pooled urine by the drain. Her hand worked furiously at her cunt. Then she threw up. She covered her mouth, and vomit spewed between her fingers, soaking the remaining shit. She tried swallowing what was in her mouth, only to vomit more. The taste of regurgitated shit was always much more offputting than the shit itself. She couldn't continue. She sat back on her haunches and surveyed everything. A few clumps of shit remained on the tub floor which now stewed in vomit. Most of the regurgitation was sliding along the tub toward the pool of urine. A large wad of shit was tenting her panties enough that the elastic in the back did not touch her legs. A second shit pile was beneath her crotch, dissolving in piss. Her body was a mess. Her hair dripped urine. Her freezing tank top clung to her skin. Shit stained her lips like badly applied lipstick, and her ass itched more than ever with all the shit pressed against it. This was the point her shame usually caught up with her. Her lust sated, she'd be faced with the perverted act she'd just put on. It was sick, and wrong. She'd start cleaning furiously. She'd shower again and again until the smell was gone, then she'd swear to herself not to fall of the wagon and do this again. But today was different. There was someone out there who was just as depraved as her, albeit in a different way. But she knew that they wouldn't judge her the way everyone else would. Somehow, this made it okay. She wasn't alone anymore. She could even feel herself growing aroused again. At once, she pulled her tank top up over her breasts. Grabbing a handful of shit, she smeared it across her boobs, making sure to cover them completely. Wiping her hand clean along her belly, she lowered her tank top back down. Brown stains immediately seeped into the blue cotton. Getting up, she wrung what piss she could from her hair, then got out of the tub. This was how she was going to spend the rest of the day. She'd watch more porn, masturbate herself to more orgasms, and maybe come back in here and try to finish eating what she couldn't. All night she'd be sitting in her tented panties, smearing the mess further along her crotch and thighs. Whatever fell out she planned to lick clean. She was going to wallow in depravity like she never had before. A pressure in her bowels reminded her that she still had plenty to shit, but she decided to hold it. Tomorrow, she had a girl to rent.