Amy's Secret Desires by Karen 


I feel strange recounting this story. At first, I didn't want to do it, but my 
therapist suggested that I write an account of my early childhood, thinking that 
it might help me with my emotional problems. Although, I'm an adult woman now, I 
still have unusual sexual fantasies that I can't let go of. And I'm not even 
sure that I want to be rid of them. Actually, my name isn't Amy, but I decided 
to use an alias because I fear people might find out who I really am.

I had my first sexual feeling when I was nine years old. I remember riding on a 
see-saw with my best friend Judy and feeling a kind of 'itch' between my legs. 
It was a good itch, and I wanted to rub it to make it feel better. But being a 
girl, I was taught that touching "down there" was a naughty thing to do. I kept 
my feeling a secret from everyone, even Judy. At night, I would lie in bed and 
crumple the sheets into a ball and insert it between my legs. I had my first 
orgasm that way.

When I was twelve, my brother showed me some dirty videos that he had gotten 
from his friends. We locked the door to his room played them on his VCR. I saw 
my first naked man on a video. I pretended to be disgusted by it, but my eyes 
were glued to the screen. I remember thinking how odd it was for a boy to have a 
piece of flesh hanging between his legs. And it was so large too! How could boys 
stuff it in their pants without it being noticed, I thought. My brother had some 
other really weird videos too; like women peeing on each other. At first I 
thought it was sick but as I watched further, I couldn't help from getting 
aroused. I guess my kinky nature came from watching those videos. I also got off 
by looking at my parent's history book of painting; I called it "The Treasury of 
Filthy Art Masterpieces" because it had pictures of naked men and women in it. 
Boy did I get turned on by them. I would masturbate by inserting strange objects 
into my pussy, but only at night, in bed of course. I lost my virginity, so to 
speak, and broke my hymen by inserting a roll-on deodorant bottle. You know, the 
type that has a rounded end? Of course I performed my vaginal insertions when no 
one was around, usually when my parents were away on a trip or something. I 
would get hot just thinking about sticking something new in my cunt. I remember 
seeing a cucumber in a grocery store and an idea struck. I thought about it for 
weeks. When the time came and my parents and brother were away, I heated up a 
cucumber in a pot until it became warm, about as warm as a real cock might get. 
Then I sat in front of a mirror and pushed the cucumber into my cunt and 
pretended it was a man's cock. God, it felt so good and hot in there. I wanted a 
real cock so bad.

By thirteen I began to realize that I was different from the other girls. Nobody 
had the same weird ideas as I did. In fact, all my girl friends, even though 
they spoke a lot about boys, thought sex was dirty and dangerous. But I wanted 
to have sex, and I'd do anything to get it. I was desperate. The boys my age 
were too immature for sex, and besides, they didn't turn me on. I guess because 
of the influence from the videos, I wanted an older boy. I watched more of my 
brother's weird sex videos and pretended it was me getting fucked. I knew I was 
sexually abnormal, but I didn't care. I wanted it all. I even got turned on by 
the thought of being peed on, and in turn, having someone pee on me. And I 
wanted to get fucked in the ass too, just like in the X rated videos I saw. I 
even began to insert objects into my anus. Shit, it's so taboo sticking things 
up there. I also wanted to know what the taste of 'come' was like. I wanted to 
swirl it in my mouth and swallow it. 

One day I discovered a video in my brother's secret drawer while he was away in 
school. I put it in the VCR and watched with amazement. It showed a woman 
pooping on a man's face. Even THAT turned me on! Later that night I masturbated 
myself while I stuck my middle finger up my ass. I smelled my filthy finger and 
got turned on further. I later experimented with tasting my own pee. I must be 
really sick, I thought.

Then, when the next summer came, we had a new neighbor move next door. He was an 
older man, single and tall, I watched him whenever he mowed the lawn. He looked 
so good in his slow, forceful stride pushing against the lawn mower. At night, I 
would sneak up to his bedroom window and peer in. One night, I caught him with a 
girl friend. He was standing in front of her. She undressed herself and turned 
her back to him. He squeezed her ass. I heard her say to him "Fuck me in the 
ass, please." Then she got on the floor with her stomach to the ground and he 
took off his and mounted her like a horse. This was too good to be true, I 
thought. I watched with fascination. I could tell that she was really enjoying 
it, even though she was getting fucked in the ass. Her hand kept going between 
her legs while he pushed his pelvis against her. He still had his pants on but I 
could tell that he must have had his penis sticking out from his fly. Although I 
couldn't see the cock, his back was facing me, he had his hand in front pushing 
her ass cheeks apart. He must be getting ready to cum, I thought. Then he said 
something and she got on her knees and pushed her ass to his face. He began to 
slowly lick her ass. Then he spread her cheeks wide and put his whole face in 
her crack. God, he must be licking her asshole, I thought. Then the girl turned 
around and put her face in his lap. I could see her head moving up and down. I 
guess she was blowing him. Then, he must have come in her mouth because she 
raised her head and I could see her licking her lips with pleasure. All the 
while I watched this, my panties became soaked. That night while in bed, I 
inserted an electric toothbrush in my cunt. I thought about sucking his asshole 
and drinking his come. Then I came.

The next night I looked from my bedroom window and saw the bathroom light on at 
my new next door neighbor. I climbed out the window sill and snuck over the 
ledge to the lit bathroom window. I climbed up a tree that was positioned just 
perfectly for a good view into his bathroom. Oh, what good fortune! The bathroom 
light was bright and I could see him clearly. I watched him sitting on the 
toilet with a magazine on his lap. He was reading it while stroking his cock 
with right hand. I now saw what his cock looked like. It was big and fat, like a 
sausage with a reddish head. It stood straight up. The foreskin slid up and down 
over his cock-head as he jerked off. What a beautiful piece of meat, I thought. 
Then I saw him reaching under his ass. Then I realized that he was shitting and 
getting off at the same time! He bent his head over and I saw his cum spurt from 
his pee-hole. The creamy sperm shot into the air hitting his mouth.

This was too good to be true. An actual man next door who enjoyed what I liked. 
I had to find a way to meet him but I did not have the nerve. Besides, why would 
he have an interest in a little girl? The next few weeks, I spent most of my 
nights waiting for him to appear in front of a window. One night, I peeked in 
his bathroom window and saw him pissing in the toilet. How strange that a man 
didn't need to sit down on the bowl. He stood there with his pants down, holding 
his big cock with one hand as a stream of golden fluid splashed into the toilet 
bowl. I wished I could get a closer view. Then when he was finished, he shook it 
so that the remaining drops would fall off. Cool, I thought. 

It took me two more weeks before I came up with a plan and the nerve to approach 
him. On a Saturday evening, I put on tight fitting jeans, and a tank top and 
with walked to his front and knocked. When he opened the door, I pretended to be 
interested in selling him raffle tickets from my school. I was thrilled when he 
generously bought two tickets and invited me in. No doubt he could tell I was 
interested in him by the way I stared at him, wide eyed. He introduced himself 
as Paul and I told him my name. He offered me a coke and I gratefully took it. 
We sat down in his living room. Then he started asking all kinds of questions 
about my parents and if I was allowed to visit him and so on. I suppose he was 
testing the waters to see where I was coming from. I gave him every clue 
possible. I sat with my legs apart and gave him coy looks, I took off my shoes 
and brushed my bare feet against his leg. Then I asked if he would show me 
around the house. By the bulge in his pants I could tell he was getting 
interested. He showed me around, but for some reason, he avoided the bedroom. I 
told him that he forgot to show me a room. He, hesitated, and told me that I 
probably shouldn't see that room since it might shock a young girl as myself. I 
told him I wanted to see it and that nothing would shock me. He shrugged and 
took me in. As we entered, I saw sex pictures hanging on the wall. The photos 
showed men and women fucking each other. I asked about them and he told me that 
he liked sex. This got me aroused and I couldn't believe what I said to him 
next: I asked him to show me how he did it. After a brief pause, he asked me if 
I had ever had sex with a man before. I told him, no, but that I wanted to find 
out. Like a fool, I confessed that I had looked through his window and watched 
him having sex with his girl friend. I told him, he was the first real person 
I'd ever seen having sex. Then, even more foolishly, I told him I also watched 
him through the bathroom window. I wanted to know all. When he heard this, he 
got red in the face, but did not say anything for a minute. 

"Did you see everything?" He asked.

"Yes, everything," I smiled.

Then he asked me if I'd like to take some sex lessons? "Yes," I responded 
softly.

He closed the bedroom door and in a soft tone, told me to sit on the bed. I 
pretended to be shy but I was actually eager to comply. I sat down on the edge 
of the bed and waited for his response. I felt excited at the temptation, yet 
fearful of what might happen to me. He walked slowly towards me and stopped not 
more than a foot away from me. I remember him saying that he was going to teach 
me about the facts of sex,. I felt mesmerized, as if he had hypnotized me. I 
couldn't refuse. Then I watched him slowly undress until he stood before me 
completely naked. God, I couldn't believe my luck. Here was a real live naked 
man standing right in front of me. He told me to observe every detail carefully. 
I stared at his limp cock, the folds of wrinkled skin surrounding it, the dark 
brown pubic hair, and the bag of flesh that held his balls. Then he began the 
lesson:

"This is what is commonly called a penis, prick, rod, shaft, or a cock. See how 
flaccid it is right now? That's because I'm not excited right now and this is 
how a cock looks on men most of the time. In order to see it enlarge, you're 
going to have to excite me. Now to do that, I want you to hold it between your 
lips; so open your mouth up wide." 

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and felt him insert his penis. I liked the 
smell of it. It had a stale kind of odor. He held his cock in my mouth for 
awhile without moving. Then I began to feel it grow against my tongue. 

"Feel it enlarge?" he said. "That's because you're getting me excited. When a 
man gets sexually excited, blood begins to pump into the penis and it begins to 
grow." 

The cock became so large that I could hardly keep my mouth open wide enough. It 
pushed against my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Then he pulled it out, and 
there it hung before me, this most beautiful and huge cock. And it wasn't even 
fully erect! He began to stroke it and I watched it as it grew larger and 
stiffer. Oh god, it was too big! I observed bluish veins curled around the 
outside of the shaft; the head of the cock formed into a strange bulbous shape, 
and right behind it a section of smooth skin that appeared reddish in color. It 
looked so good! I wanted to touch it. I put my fingers softly around the shaft 
and squeezed its hard rubber texture. This was like reading and watching porn 
but much more real!

Then he stretched my tank top up until my breasts plopped out. Although I was 
only thirteen, I had grown up faster than most girls. My boobs were large for my 
age and I had large flesh-pink aureoles. He squeezed my breasts and slapped them 
around. I could tell he enjoyed that because his cock rose in the air every time 
he touched me. Then he took hold of my nipple and pulled it out and kneaded it 
with his fingers. I felt a rush of excitement. Then walking quickly to a dresser 
drawer, his cock bouncing along with his stride, he took out a rope and wrapped 
it around the base of his penis. This made his cock even bigger. I could see the 
veins rising on its surface.

"This is what's called a 'hard-on.' You see, a cock is really quite a primitive 
device. Nature designed it to deliver fluid into a female orifice. It also uses 
the same tube to get rid of fluid waste. Odd, isn't it? There's two kinds of 
liquid that come out of this cock: yellow and cream. The yellow kind is called 
urine or piss and it's the waste fluid. The cream colored fluid is called sperm 
or cum and its purpose is to impregnate females so that new cocks and cunts will 
get born. When a man gets excited to a certain level, it's the cream that 
squirts out of this hole here." 

He pointed at the slit-hole at the end of his cock and took his fingers and 
spread the little hole apart. It looked kind of like a miniature pussy. It was 
even wet inside. He continued his lesson: 

"Now a woman's sexual organ is something quite different. It's not as primitive 
as a man's. A cunt has a design a intricate as a flower and it's designed as a 
deep orifice to accept the meat of a man. Instead of 'come', a woman produces a 
fluid that lubricates the inside of her vagina. That way, the penis slides in 
easier and it feels better for the male and female. Unlike males, females have a 
piss hole that's dedicated solely for the purpose of getting rid of the yellow 
fluid."

I was getting so hot listening to him talk like that. My cunt was sopping wet. 
And I was learning so much too. Paul was talking sex to me like no one had ever 
explained it to me. He was so graphic, raw, yet so true. Now THIS is the way to 
teach sex, I thought. If only my parents knew. Paul continued:

"I'm going to tell you a little secret. A secret that every man knows deep down 
inside but is so disgusting to the average moral man that he would never admit 
to it. But be assured that what I'm telling you is the truth:

"Coming" for a man feels exactly like pissing, except that there's an orgasm 
attached.

"I tell you truthfully; Nature has designed the cock for efficiency and 
reliability. When sperm shoots out of this hole, it feels just like squirting 
piss. And believe me, it feels fucking wonderful, regardless of how filthy it 
may seem to you now. I'm telling you this because there is a way for girls to 
increase their orgasm and to feel the same thing as a man. If you ever wonder 
what it feels like for a man to come, then all you have to do is to piss while 
coming! It's easier said than done, believe me. However, with practice, it can 
be done. Normally, during sex the sphincter muscles close the pee hole so that 
pee can't come out, but if you let the urine build up inside of you until it 
feels like it's boiling, then it will be possible to do so. I know you think 
this is disgusting, but as you grow older, you'll remember what I told you and, 
no doubt, you'll try it out. And you'll thank me for it too."

I didn't think it was disgusting at all. I wanted him to tell me more! Then Paul 
took me to the bathroom for my next lesson. He told me to take all my clothes 
off. As I stripped off my jeans and panties, he unwound the rope from his penis. 
Then he told me to sit on the toilet. 

"I will now show you how a man pees," he said. "I want you to have a good look 
at how its done. Spread your legs wide so that I can piss between them."

Paul stood in front of me with that huge cock aimed between my legs. He took his 
fingers and spread the slit of his pee-hole apart so I could see the insides.

"Look at my pee-hole, Amy. This is where the piss will emerge from, so pay 
attention."

My eyes were glued to the end of his cock.

After a few seconds, a few dribbles fell out and turned into a golden stream. 
The flow splashed between my legs and into the toilet and I could smell the 
pungent salty odor of his piss filling the bathroom. How beautiful and nasty, I 
thought. I put my finger into the stream and it deflected onto my breasts. Paul 
seemed to like this. So did I. He then aimed his piss directly onto my breasts 
and the nasty fluid spilled down my belly and through my vagina. It felt so hot.

When his piss ended, I had a sudden urge. I put my mouth on his spent cock and 
tasted the remaining drops coming from his piss-hole. It tasted so good. The 
flavor was just like my pee. Boys and girls have something in common after all.

"That's a good girl, Amy," Paul remarked. "I'm glad that you're not afraid of a 
little urine."

"I like the taste," I replied, "but I'm afraid that I might get sick if I put 
too much in my mouth."

"Oh, you won't get sick," Paul chucked. "That's a myth that Puritans started 
centuries ago. Actually, many people in India drink piss for health reasons. 
Even Mahatma Gandhi used to drink his own pee every morning."

My, what a lesson I was getting from Paul. I didn't feel so abnormal after all.

Then Paul offered to prove it:

"Look, I'll show you. I'll get down between your legs and you can pee in my 
mouth, OK?"

"OK," I said reluctantly, "But I don't know if I can." It felt strange trying to 
pee in a man's mouth. I couldn't do it at first, but after Paul turned on the 
water in the bathroom sink, it gave me the incentive. As I leaned back on the 
toilet seat, Paul held my legs apart and waited. I felt so comfortable and 
relaxed. My piss began to flow and Paul put his open mouth onto my gold stream. 
He took it all in his mouth, swallowing it as it came. God, what a weird 
feeling! I squealed and laughed with delight. Then he put his tongue directly on 
my pee-hole as the piss continued to spurt out. His tongue felt wonderful there. 
When I finished, he put his tongue deep in my crack and then licked my piss 
covered clit clean. How nasty! 

"See?" said Paul. "I haven't fallen dead, and your piss tasted so, good," Paul 
smiled.

Oh, how I now wanted to taste Paul's pee. But alas, he had already emptied his 
load.

"Now I want to show you my last lesson for today," Paul spoke with the authority 
of a professor. "I will show you how a man goes number two."

While my legs were still spread on the toilet, Paul sat his butt on the edge of 
the toilet and bent over so I could see his backside.

"Put your hands on my ass and spread it apart, Amy." I pushed his cheeks apart 
and looked upon his beautiful brown crinkled asshole.

"See that puckered brown spot? Watch closely now." I watched, fascinated, as a 
dark brown turd slowly came out and fell between my legs. It plopped into the 
toilet. The odor was tremendous. It reminded me of the smell of my uncle's 
animal farm. I could see the dark insides of Paul's wide open asshole with 
another turd beginning to emerge.

"Put your finger in there, Amy," Paul ordered. I was reluctant at first, but my 
sexual feelings led me to want it so badly. 

"Put it in there, Amy. Don't be afraid."

So I put my forefinger inside and felt the hot stinky goo of his shit. I ran the 
tip of my finger around the rim of his asshole and felt the sphincter muscles 
close around my finger. I pulled my finger out slowly and the turd came out with 
it and fell into the toilet. I saw my finger covered with brown goop.

"Oooh, how nasty," I remarked.

Paul turned around and put my chocolate covered finger in his mouth. He licked 
it clean and smiled. Then he put his hand in my pussy and fingered my clit, then 
kissed me on my mouth; I tasted the shit on his lips. I felt so good, and Paul 
knew it.

Paul then abruptly ended the lesson and told me to get dressed. "You've been a 
good student, Amy. I want you to come back next week and I'll give you your next 
lessons."

I felt so sexually excited that night. I wished Paul had fucked me. Oh, well, 
maybe next time. I went home and immediately went to my bathroom so I could get 
myself "off" while I thought about my sex and piss-shit lecture. I want to do 
everything, just like Paul. I wanted to taste more shit and even drink his piss. 
I can't wait for Paul's next lessons. 

My mother made me join the Girl Scouts when I was twelve because she thought the 
discipline would make me behave. I never wanted to join, but being a kid, I had 
no choice. Later, I found that the Girl Scouts afforded me a way to escape my 
house, and the doldrums of daily family life and to set out on my own. All I had 
to do was put on my stupid green Scout uniform and tell my mother I was going to 
sell some cookies. Boy, my mother was naive. Instead of going out selling, I'd 
go out with my civilian girl friends, and that usually meant Judy, my best 
friend. 

Judy wasn't as sex crazed as me. Her Sunday school lessons taught her to be 
afraid of life. She thought she would go to Hell if she did anything nasty. I 
didn't feel that way at all. After all, why was there so much sex in the Bible, 
and in religious paintings, I thought. But Judy didn't mind 'talking' about sex 
and we used to tell each other dirty stories. I never told Judy my filthy 
experience with Paul, though. I was afraid she wouldn't understand and might 
tell her parents or something. But we were both curious about boys and we talked 
endlessly about them. Once, we even felt each other's breasts and kissed to see 
what it felt like for a boy. Judy's breasts weren't as big as mine, but I liked 
to touch them anyway. They were so soft and warm. I wanted to feel her cunt too, 
but she wouldn't let me touch her 'down there.' I asked Judy to rub her hand on 
my pussy but she refused. Her religion forbade masturbation, even if it meant 
touching someone else. Shit. Ironically, Judy loved to feel my breasts. I guess 
they didn't teach her about lesbians in Church. I laugh thinking about what she 
must have thought when she later discovered that her little adventures with me, 
technically, made her a lesbian. Oh well, I guess she'll go to Hell, I thought. 
If it exists, I suppose I'll go to Hell too. However, I doubt that I'll stay 
down there for long. With all the Christians down there, they'd kick me out.

But this day, instead of going over to Judy's, I intended to go to Paul's house. 
It was to be my next lesson in sex. I couldn't stop thinking about my last visit 
with him. Every night before I fell asleep, I'd get horny thinking about all the 
nasty things he did. Even though Paul made me feel like a dirty little whore, I 
felt a strange thrill whenever I thought about his filthy behavior. At least he 
seemed to want me, even if it was only for teaching a little girl about dirty 
sex. And I certainly didn't mind it at all! Hey, I was hungry for knowledge and 
you can't get that kind of education in school or church. What's a poor girl to 
do? I still wanted to know what it felt like to "come" with a cock inside me. I 
had practiced fucking by putting extra large objects in my pussy so that I would 
be able to take his large cock. That is, IF he fucked me. I also practiced 
getting used to the smell of poop. While taking a shit, I'd reach under my ass, 
just like I saw Paul doing it. I'd get a gob of shit on my fingers and put it up 
to my nose for a sniff. After a while, I got to liking the strange odor. I even 
licked some of it to become familiar with the taste. I pretended it was Paul's 
shit I was licking. I guess it's an acquired taste, I thought. 

Before I went to Paul's, I wanted to look my best, so I thought of ways to make 
myself look prettier and older. My mother always scolded me when I put on her 
red lipstick. She said I was too young to dress up like that. But that didn't 
stop me. When she went shopping, I'd sneak into her bathroom and steal her 
lipstick and makeup. One day she caught me and did a thorough inspection of my 
room. She took all my makeup and threw it away. The bitch. Now what was I going 
to do? Then I had a brilliant idea. I know just what might work! I went in the 
bathroom and got a Tampax roll (one that I had stolen from my mother) and 
removed the cotton from it. Then I took off my panties and sat on the toilet. I 
shat in the toilet until a couple of nice little turds fell out. Then I reached 
in the toilet and picked out the smallest one. I inserted it into the Tampax 
roll and molded it into a lipstick tip. Then I got out my mirror and puckered my 
lips. I carefully smeared them with my wonderful new lipstick color. I wondered 
if Revlon would be interested in my idea. With pride, I looked at myself in the 
mirror and admired my new look. My dark brown lips not only made me look older, 
but spunky and sexy as well. I even used my new lipstick as an eyeliner! I 
giggled with joy. 


Since I would need an excuse for going out, I put on my Scout's uniform over my 
tank top and white frilled panties. I grabbed some Girl Scout cookies and told 
my mother that I was going out to sell. My mother stopped me and looked 
curiously at my face.

"Hold on dear, what's that on your lips?" she inquired.

I had to think of something quick, so I told her that the Girl Scout Mistress 
gave us all brown lipstick. Training lipstick. It would color match our uniforms 
and the brownies and cookies that we sold. I didn't really want to wear it, but 
it would help sell our products, I told her. She bought it! I couldn't believe 
it as I laughed to myself and walked out the door.

I went straight to Paul's house. I realized that anybody who might see me at the 
front door would see my uniform and only think that I was selling cookies. I 
knocked on Paul's door and waited nervously. He opened the door stood there 
wearing nothing but a robe. When he looked at me with those bright eyes, I saw 
fire in them. I gave him a sexy coy smile.

"Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies, mister?"

Paul smiled back and chucked, motioning me to come in. He locked the door behind 
us. Paul stood there smiling. "Sure, I want some cookies, but not the chocolate 
kind." Then he kissed me and ran his tongue over my lips. He then realized the 
kind of lipstick I used.

"Oh my, little girl, how I love your shitty mouth," he responded lovingly. He 
kissed me again, savoring the flavor of my lips. I felt like I was in heaven.

"Why don't you get more comfortable," Paul suggested, pointing to my ugly green 
dress.

I took off my dumb Girl Scout uniform, leaving my tank top and panties on.

Paul invited me into his living room couch and handed me a tall glass of iced 
tea. 

"You look great, Amy. I'm glad you came learn. I always admire the studious 
kind.

Then Paul handed me the tea glass and said,

"Drink this, Amy. I want your belly full for part of your next lesson."

As I drank, Paul put his hand between my legs, spreading them slightly and 
touched my panties. He felt the wetness dripping from my cunt. I felt 
breathless, not knowing what he was going to do. He lifted his hand up and I saw 
my fuck juice glistening his fingers; then he put it in his mouth and tasted it, 
licking his fingers as if tasting the last remains of food. I could tell he 
wanted me and I felt that wonderful feeling of sexual heat. Damn, I was horny! 
Paul went into the kitchen for a minute. I observed the room and the objects of 
his interest. On the wall were classical and modern pictures of women and men 
dressed in elegant outfits. I saw a coat-of-arms, a mediaeval looking sword, a 
statue of, what looked like a goddess, a guitar, and books. Lots and lots of 
books. There was nothing in the living room that gave a hint of the nastiness 
that he so enjoyed. He has good taste, I thought.

Paul came back with two more drinks in his hands. He seemed gracious, and 
polite. He drank along with me and kept reminding me how beautiful I looked. I 
felt drunk with desire and I desperately wanted him to fondle me. 

"You're still young and impressionable, Amy. You haven't realized yet that what 
you think now may not be the best way to reach ultimate pleasure. You've been 
taught, as most people, that sex causes misery and suffering. But I tell you 
that everything that seems right to you now may prove wrong in the future. 
There's a world out there where certain people have discovered the secrets to 
pleasure. These secrets are not what civil society allows because to accept them 
would threaten the very structure of culture. This is why, only a few people are 
allowed into its membership. It must be kept hidden, and held secret from 
government, religion, and law. You may not realize it now, but black can turn 
into white and vice versa. What seems good may produce misery and what seems 
evil may produce bliss. It requires a balance of feeling, of experiencing the 
body's sensations to produce a desired result." I did not know what he was 
talking about and I actually didn't care then, but I listened attentively 
anyway. He continued: 

"Some unfortunate souls go through life not knowing why they feel the way they 
do. Priests, doctors, and teachers will say you're abnormal and need to be 
treated. They'll say you have the devil in you, or you're mentally or physically 
sick. Of course the treatments they give always result in abysmal failures 
because they go against the nature of the human body. I bid you Amy, beware of 
anyone who says you need treatment. How can something that is within you, that 
you were born with, and passionately feel, be considered wrong or unnatural? You 
feel the way you do for reasons; and failure to understand these feelings and to 
submit yourself to the quackery that society avails you will only make you 
miserable for the rest of your life. You came from nature, and your feelings 
come from it. Instead of fighting it, learn to submit to it. Learn Amy. I'll 
teach you and bring you to heights you've never before dreamed. Don't feel 
afraid, I won't hurt you. 

"Tell me Amy, the last time you were here, did you not feel more alive than 
you've ever felt before? Didn't you think about what happened every single day?"

It was as if he were reading my mind. Being a young girl then I didn't know what 
to say. 

"Yes, Paul." Although I did not understand everything he said, I knew I wanted 
to stay, even at the risk of becoming vulgared out. Anyway, I wanted to learn; I 
needed to get fucked.

When we finished our drinks, he took me by my arm and led me to his bedroom. In 
the middle of the room was a card table and two chairs. He sat me down and told 
me to stay. He left the room for a minute and came back holding a tray in his 
hands. He had removed all his clothes and, again, I saw his beautiful fat cock, 
hanging down like a horse. He put small tray filled with several glasses in 
front of me on the card table.

I saw four shot glasses filled to the brim. The first three had different shades 
of amber fluid in them. The fourth had some kind of creamy substance in it.

Paul told me that he kept these special drinks in the refrigerator so that they 
wouldn't spoil. It was part of the preparation for my lesson. He told me he 
heated them up to body temperature so that they'd be ready for me to drink. The 
first three amber filled glasses, he told me, were different flavors of piss. 
The fourth glass was his sperm. Paul said that it took him four jack-offs to 
fill that shot glass.

How gross, I thought, but I felt intrigued by this game.

Paul handed me shot glass with the lightest shade of piss and told me to drink 
it.

Well, if Gandhi could drink it, I guess, so could I. I carefully raised the 
glass to my lips and took a sip. It was hot and tasted almost like water, except 
for a sight salty taste. I swallowed it all and licked my lips.

Then Paul handed me the second shot-glass. It had a nice golden color but it 
tasted much stronger. It was pungent and I could smell the odor of piss. It 
tasted just like my piss, I thought. I gulped it down eagerly.

The third glass was a dark reddish amber and when I put it to my lips, the smell 
was acrid and overwhelming. When I took a sip, the flavor was biting and bitter.

This piss tasting game reminded me of my uncle Bob's beer hobby. He used to give 
my dad various flavors of home-brewed beer: light Pilsner, amber-wheat beer, and 
dark Stout. This dark piss reminded me of that awful tasting Stout.

Paul explained the source of his piss-cocktails:

"The light colored piss came after drinking lots of liquid. The second glass was 
normal piss. And the third glass came from morning piss. I just wanted you to 
know that the flavor of piss depends on when and what your drink. If you want to 
be a connoisseur of fine piss-wine, you'll have to understand these things, you 
see."

I was learning fast. I drank the hot dark amber piss and savored the piquant 
boutique of this fine champagne. I got so horny thinking that this came from 
Paul's flesh piss-spout.

Then Paul handed me the sperm filled glass. I sniffed it and it smelled like 
nothing I could describe. I took a sip. It had the texture of silky oil, and was 
little sweet & sour. It tasted nasty but, strangely, good. I poured the whole 
glass of spunk in my mouth and held it there before I swallowed. It slid down my 
throat and I burped.

"Would you like wine to wash it down with?" Paul asked.

"Yes, please. That did taste kind of thick," I replied.

Paul came up to me and took my hand and put his cock in it.

"Here, why don't you drink this fine champagne straight from the spout?" Paul 
suggested.

I took his cock and put the head of it in my mouth. Paul gave a squirt and the 
amber fluid filled my mouth. 

"Now what kind of piss flavor it that, Amy?"

"It tastes like the medium blend," I answered.

"Correct," Paul retorted. "You're a good student, Amy."

I felt so proud. I continued to suck Paul's cock but it began to grow and I 
couldn't get any more champagne out. Paul explained that when a guy gets a 
hard-on, the muscles in the base of his penis close off the piss path and only 
allows a path for sperm. I felt disappointed, but I understood. However, I was 
willing to blow him off until he came in my mouth. I liked the way Paul's cock 
pumped up and became big. It got so hard and stiff. I gave him a hand job, 
feeling the tight skin sliding over the shaft. I loved to look at this sausage.

"Milk it," Paul ordered. I pumped his cock with my little hand, and watched the 
slit-end of his penis. I put my mouth near the head, so that I might catch his 
cream as it shot out. I so desperately wanted to see it come out. But before 
Paul came, he teased me and removed his cock from my eager hand. The told me to 
take my panties and top off and lie on the edge of the bed. I did as ordered.

Paul took my legs and lifted them up so he could see my pussy. 

"Grab your legs, Amy, and keep them up."

I spread my legs wide and high so he could get at me. Paul kneeled down on the 
floor at the edge of the bed and spread my pussy lips apart with his large 
hands. He put a finger in my hole.

"Oh, I see you've broken your hymen, my dear. I bet you've been fucking 
yourself, haven't you?", Paul kidded me.

"Uh, huh," I replied. I didn't want to talk. I just wanted to feel.

Paul put in three fingers and spread them apart to see how big my vagina was.

"It looks like you're ready for your first fuck, Amy."

I almost came when he said that. Now, I'll finally get to feel what its like to 
get fucked by a man, I thought.

"Oh YES, please, put it in me," I cried.

Paul raised his body and I could see him holding his fat cock in his right hand. 
He aimed it at my cunt and put the tip at the entrance. Then, slowly, he shoved 
it against my pelvis. It was so huge. It felt like he was trying to put a rubber 
bat up my cunt. My lips spread apart and I felt a shock of pain as it entered my 
insides. Then as soon as it was in, the pain was replaced by a wonderful 
spreading bloated feeling. My insides were stretched to the limit. As he pumped 
it slowly back, it reminded me of shit coming out. It was as if I was shitting 
his cock out, I thought. My excitement grew until I was close to coming. I could 
see the fire in Paul's eyes as he grunted with every stroke. Oh, my lovely shit 
fucker, I thought. 

"Oh Amy, I want to come in your mouth," Paul shuddered. 

Then he pulled out and climbed on top of me. Paul straddled my breasts and 
pushed his cock towards my mouth. I took the stiff shaft and bent it down 
further so I could see his piss-hole. I opened my mouth wide. I could feel the 
base of his cock throb. It felt hot in my hands. 

"Oh, fuck," Paul cried. Then a stream of white cream spurted out of the end of 
his cock and struck the backside of my mouth. It was so hot. It tasted even 
sweeter than the shot-glass version. I savored the taste and swallowed every 
drop. I smiled with sexual pleasure.

Paul continued to hold his dick in my mouth until it became soft.

"Here, Amy. You'll need something to wash that sperm down with."

After a few seconds, Paul began pissing in my mouth. There was too much if it 
for me to drink so I let it fill my mouth until it overflowed. It felt good, 
with hot pee running down my face and neck. Oh, how nasty I felt! I knew then 
that I wanted to be a whore for the rest of my life.

After Paul finished peeing in my mouth, he handed me a towel and we both got up 
and dried each other off. I felt so relaxed and sexy. Although Paul had come, I 
had not yet had an orgasm. I didn't want to just yet. 

Paul handed me a glass of wine and I took several sips to clean out my mouth. By 
this time I was so full from the tea drinking that I began to feel like I wanted 
to piss. I didn't want any more to drink but Paul told me that I should drink 
anyway and savor the full feeling of piss in my bladder. He told me he wanted to 
drink me later. I drank the wine feeling anxious for my turn to pee on him.

Paul reviewed my progress. He observed that I had tasted cum, drank piss, and 
experienced my first fuck, and that I had done very well. So well, in fact, that 
he graded me as an A+ student. I blushed like an honor student. However, he 
noted that I had still one important lesson to learn. He explained that the 
dirtier the sex was, the better one would feel. I had yet to experience the game 
of shit. I loved it when he said "shit." 

It was only through this experience that I would develop a total gratification 
of sex, Paul told me.

I felt so sexy then, that I would to anything for Paul. I'd eat his shit if he 
asked me. He must have realized that by looking into my bright wide-open brown 
eyes.

"Before I teach you this, Amy, I want you to see how it's done. I'll give you a 
demonstration so you'll know what to do. Let's go into my bathroom."

We entered his bathroom and closed the door. The room walls were white and the 
florescent lights made it almost blindingly bright. Paul climbed into the 
bathtub. It was an old fashioned white bathtub with high sides. I noted how 
clean and shiny it looked and what a shame it would be to dirty it up. He laid, 
back-down, on the bottom and told me to get on top of him, sixty-nine fashion. I 
complied by kneeling down on his chest, facing his cock. Paul took my ass and 
positioned it in front of his face so that my cunt was over his head.

"You must be feeling like taking a piss now, right Amy?"

From all the tea, and piss drinking, my belly was pregnant with piss. I felt so 
sexy, yet I wanted to pee.

"Yes," I exclaimed. "I don't think I can hold it much longer."

"Go ahead, do what you feel like doing," Paul replied.

I looked down between my legs and saw Paul open his mouth to capture my pee. It 
felt so strange. At first, I couldn't pee even though my bladder was about to 
burst. Then a trickle came out and I saw the drops fall on Paul's forehead. God, 
I wanted to piss so bad. Then it became a stream, Then a flood. It was pouring 
into Paul's mouth. I heard him drinking it! He gulped it down as it filled his 
mouth. God, how nasty it must taste, I thought. He pulled my ass down further so 
that he could put his tongue on my pee-hole. I felt the tip of his tongue there 
and the piss splattered in different directions. He lapped it up like a dog.

Then Paul began to pee. I bent down and took his flaccid cock in my mouth. I 
savored the fluid as it flowed up and splashed against my mouth. By this time 
there was about a half-inch of piss in the tub. The stench of urine filled the 
room. I aimed his flowing stream against my face and let it soak my face. I 
loved it. 

Paul was devouring my cunt, putting his whole mouth on my pee-hole taking in 
every drop. I couldn't believe how much piss I had in me. Then Paul took his 
hands and spread my ass apart and stuck a forefinger in my anus. I could feel 
his finger sliding deep inside me. I could feel a turd deep inside me as Paul 
played it with his finger tip.

"Go ahead, Amy. Shit it out," Paul ordered.

"You really want me to do this?" I asked, cautiously.

"Yes, please," Paul pleaded. "Shit on me!"

I loved the way he said that.

I strained as hard as I could and the turd pushed against his finger. Paul 
raised his head and put his mouth directly over my wide open anus. I couldn't 
believe he was doing this. He was as sick as I was.

Because I was straining so hard, my piss stream flowed stronger. It was 
splashing against Paul's neck. I forced my shit out; the turd hit the back of 
Paul's mouth. It would go no further. Paul was holding my turd against me. God, 
how disgusting can he get, I thought. But I loved every whorish moment.

Then Paul moved his head back against the tub; I glanced between my legs. I saw 
him holding my turd in his mouth like a giant cigar! Then he took three fingers 
and put it in my ass and spread my anus muscles wide apart. Then he took his 
other hand and put a finger it between the other fingers. It went deep in my 
rectum. He reamed it around looking for more turds. 

By this time, his cock had grown into a stiff sausage. I looked at Paul between 
my legs and I saw him staring at my red anus. He let the turd in his mouth fall 
out and I saw him raise his head to my ass. He put his tongue deep inside and 
reamed the brown goo. I saw his tongue covered with dark shit.

The smell of shit and piss pervaded the small bathroom. It was so disgusting. I 
felt like a piece of crap myself. I felt like vomiting. Now I know what its like 
to be a toilet, I thought. Well, not exactly, but Paul certainly knew, since he 
was eating my filthy stuff. But as the odor increased, my desire to cum grew 
even stronger.

I felt another turd coming so I strained so hard that I began to grunt.

"Ohhh shit, Paul: here comes another one," I cried.

Out came an even bigger turd from my ass; hard and long. Paul took it in his 
mouth and let it stand in his mouth. God, It looked like a brown cock sticking 
out of his mouth. It looked so wonderful, I couldn't resist. I lowered my vagina 
onto the top of the turd until it touched my clit. I moved back and forth 
feeling a fantastic glow. Paul got the idea too. He pulled my pussy lips apart 
and, holding the turd in his mouth, inserted it slowly into my cunt like a 
dildo. It felt so wonderful and strange! It felt like taking a shit from my 
pussy in reverse.

He worked the turd back and forth, just like a cock. The shit felt hard and 
bumpy and I could tell it was deep inside me. Paul smashed the turd with his 
face until he reached my clit with his tongue. He licked my clitoris with his 
shit covered mouth. I rode his face like a horse; I moved my pelvis back and 
forth, massaging his face with my mess. He loved it. I heard him groaning like a 
pervert. I could feel his cock ready to come.

God, I wished he'd shit on me, I contemplated. 

I put my mouth on his erect pissy cock and ate the pre-cum from its tip. With my 
forefinger and thumb, I spread his pee hole apart and looked inside. He was 
ready to cum; his cream would come out that hole, I thought. My eyes were on 
fire. I wanted to watch it spurt out so I could catch it with my mouth. It 
looked pinkish-red inside. Indeed, it was like a miniature cunt. I put my 
fingernail into the crack and reamed the piss-hole, in a circle. I wanted 
whatever fluid comes out that hole: white or yellow; piss or sperm.

I was ready to come too. I came up with a brilliant idea. I put my other hand on 
his ass crack and felt around until I found his asshole. Then I slowly dug my 
finger into it and felt the tight muscles surrounding it shut. I put it in deep 
and reamed the inside in a circular motion. My fingertip found a turd. It felt 
funny: hard but mushy. I couldn't help myself:

A bolt of orgasmic lightening jolted through me and I entered ecstasy. Paul came 
at the same time, and he spent a white stream of sperm into my throat. I tasted 
the hot cream in my mouth. I swallowed. 

Remember that Paul's mouth was filled with my shit while he shot his load into 
my throat. Oh, fuck; how unbelievably high this feels. I played with Paul's shit 
in his ass, and another bolt of orgasm came.

I pulled out my filthy finger and saw it covered with hot living shit. I 
couldn't help it. I put the finger in my mouth and licked it with my tongue. For 
the first time, I tasted the nasty scat from a real man. 

I forced myself to squirt piss: the largest bolt of all hit me and I came again. 
"Pissing is like shooting sperm for a man," Paul had told me. I felt like I was 
spurting sperm. I fell unconscious with lust with the taste of shit and cum in 
my mouth.

I emerged from my orgasm, a minute later. I did not realize where I was at 
first. Paul was smiling over me as he washed my body with soap and water. He 
told me that I had passed the first course with flying colors. I smiled back and 
kissed him.

I went home that night with a glow that filled the dark sexed night. Before I 
left, Paul invited me to enroll in his next intermediate sex course. 

"Of course," I told him. "When will it start?"

Paul told me it would begin next week. 

I cheerily said: "I'll be there."

My therapist and requested that I continue writing about my young sexual 
experiences. Although I was now in my thirties, I still got a thrill by 
re-experiencing my debased past. He had read my last two papers and seemed to 
think that they were helping me with the therapy. I wrote next last paper, 
continuing my story:


* * * * *


I woke up Sunday morning and realized to my disappointment that I had to go to 
Church. My mom insisted that I should go to Bible class. I hated going, but what 
was a little girl to do? I put on my Church dress, a light blue dress, white 
stockings and black vinyl shoes. My mom curled my hair. I looked so cute and 
innocent. If only my parents knew how perverted I really was.

I went to Sunday school while my mom went to pray in the church. There were 
about twenty kids in my class. Mrs. Flowers, our Sunday school teacher, gave us 
our assignment. We were to stand in front of the class and read a passage from 
our favorite Bible verse. Shit, I hated to do this. I listened to several kids 
give their boring prudish readings. When it came to my turn, I did just as I was 
asked. I went to the front of the room, opened the King James Bible and read 
from Ezekiel chapter 4:12-13:

"And thou shalt eat it as barley cakes, and thou shalt bake it with dung that 
cometh out of man, in their sight.

And the LORD said, Even thus shall the children of Israel eat their defiled 
bread among the Gentiles, whither I will drive them."

I read part of it again, but with more passion: "...and thou shalt bake it with 
DUNG that COMETH OUT OF MAN, in their sight." God, I loved that part. Suddenly 
the room was dead silent. I slowly looked up and saw a class full of astonished 
little faces. Mrs. Flowers had her hand cupped on her mouth and eyes wide open 
in horror.

"Well, you *told* me to read from my favorite verse," I retorted. "This IS my 
favorite verse!" I cried. You could hear a pin drop in the room.

"Well, if the Lord tells his own chosen children to eat shit, then isn't crap 
good enough for Christians? I logically deduced.

In a huff, Mrs. Flowers quickly ended the class. 

What was I supposed to do? Violate the ten commandments by *not* telling the 
truth? I thought to myself. Sheesh! 

That day ended my relationship with religion. It also started the public rumors 
about my whorish perversions.

Would you believe it, Mrs. Flowers told my mom about my Bible reading. I was 
grounded for the rest of the day. I didn't care. I'll just spend the day in my 
room doing perverted things, I thought.


I went up to my room and locked the door. I laid down on my bed and thought 
about Paul. I wondered what kind of lesson he'd give me for my next class. I 
reached under my bed and pulled out a shoe box filled with my special toys. I 
collected various bottles, balls and items that I used for sticking up my pussy 
and ass. I also had a collection of dried beef jerky sausages. I liked the thick 
kind because it reminded me of a man's cock. I picked out one of them and pealed 
off the plastic wrapper as if it were a condom. I put the raw meat in my mouth 
and gave it a blow job. I pretended it was Paul's cock. It tasted salty and I 
imagined it was covered with piss.

I began reading a fuck story from one of my favorite sex magazines. It was about 
Cleopatra and her sex perversions. When I read about her sex slaves, I took a 
bite from my cock sausage as if it were a specially prepared cock cut off from a 
slave bred for just that purpose. Cock meat sautéed with piss. I was Cleopatra 
and could do whatever I wanted, I imagined. I savored the pissy taste in my 
mouth. I inserted the bit end into my cunt and let it get wet with my juices. 
Then I put it in my ass. I could feel a hot stinging sensation in my rectum as 
the spices mixed with my shit. I slowly pulled it out and put the nasty sausage 
to my lips. I stuck out my tongue and ran the stick along my taste buds. I could 
taste my pussy juices mixed with the shit. Cock jerky with fecal sauce, I 
fantasized.

I wish I could lick my own pussy, I thought. I wondered what it felt like for a 
man to put his mouth on a dirty cunt. Since I couldn't lick myself, I did the 
next best thing. I went to my bathroom and got in the tub. I arched my back up 
against the wall until my pelvis was over my head. I spread my legs and let my 
pussy juice dribble into my mouth. Then I relaxed and let the pee build up in my 
bladder. I spread my pussy lips apart and let the piss flow directly into my 
mouth. I swallowed. How selfishly perverted I felt; I was pissing on myself!

I was so hot. I wanted to come, but I held off because Paul had told me that 
abstaining from orgasm as long as possible made the eventual ecstasy more 
pleasurable. I decided to wait until my next lesson with Paul, and that was five 
days away. Oh, God, I don't know if I can hold it that long, I thought. But I 
did, and I felt glad that I had the determination to do so.

The day had finally come for my next lesson. I had built up such desire, that my 
every waking moment was consumed by thinking about nasty sex. I rushed home from 
school, ate my Mom's dinner in a hurry; then I hurried to my bedroom to prepare 
myself. I put on my light blue panties and bra; white short-shorts and a dark 
blue tee-shirt. Sunset came at eight o'clock and I climbed out of my window and 
ran over to Paul's house.

Paul greeted me with open arms and a kiss. He led me into his living room and I 
was shocked to see another girl! A woman, actually. It was the same woman I saw 
through the window getting screwed by Paul, several weeks back. Paul introduced 
her as Liz. At first I felt jealous, but when Paul explained the situation, I 
felt better. She was part of my lesson, I was told. And when Liz came over and 
gave me a smile and a hug, my jealousy vanished. She was a beautiful brunette, 
probably in her thirties. Liz sat close against to me on the couch and put her 
arm around my shoulder. We hit it off immediately. She told me how pretty I was 
and I could tell by the look in her eyes that she thought I was sexually 
desirable. 

Paul handed us drinks while Liz spoke in a soft sweet tone explaining all the 
fun we would have. She was so close to me that every once and a while she would 
lean her body over to reach for something and I could feel her breasts through 
the blouse she wore; they touched my arm and I noticed how wonderfully soft they 
felt. Liz explained that she was a registered nurse in the county hospital and 
loved to play sex games with Paul and other women after work. She told me she 
was bi-sexual and sometimes wished she had a cock. So did I sometimes, I 
thought.

I noticed that the living room had been rearranged. The couch and coffee table 
were moved to the end, which left a large bare central area. There were several 
cushions and bean bags strewn around the room. Each wall had full length mirrors 
mounted from the floor up. Paul had put down a clear plastic sheet on the floor. 
I could only guess what that was for. Several area lights surrounded the room 
and made it bright. Mozart played on the stereo.

Paul explained that Liz and he would demonstrate the art of lewd love-making. I 
was told to watch and learn. 

"I know you love scat and piss games, Amy. So do Liz and I. People who have such 
desires give example of the mark of sexiness and intelligence. The Marquis De 
Sade observed correctly when he said:

"If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure in the act of lust, then the 
dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be."

I got hot just thinking about it. Liz smiled at me and took off her blouse. She 
wasn't wearing a bra. She had medium sized breasts with large brown aureoles. 
Her aureoles looked bumpy, sort of like they had been chewed on or something, 
which made them even more desirable. Liz asked me if I had ever been with a 
woman before. I told her I hadn't but that I loved to watch porn actresses on my 
brothers VCR. She smiled at that at came over to me and gave me a kiss.

"Would you like to feel them?" Liz asked, offering her breasts to me.

"Umm, yes, very much," I responded embarrassingly. I cupped my hands on her 
breasts and felt the exquisite soft flesh.

"Kiss them, if you want," Liz implored.

I licked around her aureoles and squeezed them with my fingers. I loved the feel 
of her nipples getting hard against my tongue. I remember wondering what it 
would be like to suck milk from them. I sucked her breast like a baby and wished 
I could drink from it.

I was beginning to feel a little playful. I took off my tee-shirt and lowerd my 
bra and let my breasts plop out. Liz gave a surprised look and squealed with 
delight. She kneeled down and kissed my breasts.

"Oh, you have a beautiful body, Amy. I know we're going to have fun." 

Then Paul took off his clothes and asked Liz to join him in the middle of the 
floor. I remained to the side and watched.

Liz took off her remaining clothes and kneeled in front of Paul. She had a body 
similar to mine, I observed. Liz took Paul's flaccid cock in her mouth and 
sucked on it. It began to grow. Liz took her hand and grabbed the base of his 
cock and jerked it slowly back and forth. I could see the saliva glistening on 
the shaft while Liz stretched the skin backwards. She let the cock plop out of 
her mouth and exposed Paul's wonderful fat cock to my eyes. She stuck her tongue 
far out and put her tongue-tip into the pee-slit. Paul's cock was throbbed at 
full size attention. 

Liz laid back on the floor and lifted her legs wide open, exposing her cunt. 
Paul took grabbed each of her legs with both hands, spread them further apart, 
and put his cock head at the entrance of Liz's pussy. Then he thrust his cock 
deep inside her. Liz let out a cry of pleasure. He thrust his engine back and 
forth and demonstrated the art of the missionary position. So *this* is how 
priests do it, I thought.

Paul screwed Liz in various positions, showing me all the possibilities of 
vaginal insertion. Liz got on her hand and knees while Paul fucked her from 
behind. I watched closely as Paul's cock fucked her cunt while he spread her 
cheeks and fingered her asshole. I loved the way her cunt juices made his cock 
wet. Then he fucked Liz from the side while he crudely grabbed Liz's breast and 
bit her neck like an animal.

I was so hot. I took off my shorts and panties and played with my breasts with 
one hand and put my other hand on my pussy. This was like watching a porn movie 
except this was real and right in front of me. Liz noticed my nakedness and 
smiled at me.

Then Paul showed me the art of pussy licking. Liz spread her legs apart and Paul 
got down and kissed around her pussy. Liz spread her pussy lips apart and Paul 
put his tongue inside. His mouth was smothered in Liz's juices. Liz looked at me 
with sexy eyes as Paul tasted her juices. No doubt she could see my excited 
condition as I fucked myself with my hand.

"Would you like to come closer, Amy?" Liz asked in a dreamy sultry voice.

"Oh, yes, PLEASE," I pleaded. I eagerly crawled over to her. Paul moved out of 
the way.

"Be my guest, Amy, if you wish," Paul offered. 

God, did I ever want to feel what a pussy tasted like, I thought. Liz had her 
legs spread wide for me and lovingly pleaded with her tongue sticking out, to 
lick her open cunt.

I kissed around her pussy as Paul had done and felt the smooth skin of her 
thighs. I could smell her heat. I moved my tongue closer to her wet cunt and 
couldn't resist: I put my tongue in the flesh of her cunt and, for the first 
time, tasted a woman. The metallic electric flavor bit into my tongue like an 
orgasm. I could taste her lubrication juices along with the flavor of piss. It 
was like the texture of an oyster. I put my lips around her erect clit and 
sucked it. It looked like a miniature cock. I sucked it like a dick. Liz arched 
her back and let out a cry of pleasure. I glanced up and saw Paul put his red 
cock in Liz's mouth. I could see Liz's neck bulge out as the fat cock stretched 
her throat. 

Paul pulled out suddenly, not wanting to come at this time. He grabbed Liz's 
arms and pulled her away from me because he did not want Liz to come either. I 
remember feeling so disappointed at having my lover taken away from me. But 
everyone knew it was for the purpose of prolonging the pleasure so that we could 
continue our orgy through the night.

I crawled back in my corner and watched the next show. Liz got on her hands and 
knees in front of Paul. He stood waiting for his cock to become soft. I drank 
some more wine as if watching a porn movie.

I could tell what was coming next. All of us had been drinking a lot of liquid, 
and Paul wanted to relieve himself in Liz's mouth. I put my hand on my pussy and 
waited. Liz opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. I could see Paul's cock 
begin to sag. It was half erect when he began to drip piss. He took his penis in 
hand and aimed it at Liz's mouth. The flow began to stream out. It was golden 
yellow and it filled Liz's mouth. I moved over to get a closer look. I could see 
the yellow piss in her mouth. She swallowed it, and moved her mouth closer to 
his cock to take in more! God, I wanted to taste it too. I moved up close to 
Liz. She put her piss filled mouth to my lips and I drank the disgusting fluid 
from her open mouth. We kissed and put our tongues in each other's mouth. 

I knew then that I was bi-sexual, just like Liz. I loved Liz's body as much as I 
did Paul's. I wanted more.

I had drunk so much wine that I was beginning to feel like pissing. Paul noticed 
my legs moving back and forth. He must have realized my need and handed me a 
large empty wine carafe.

"Why don't you pee in this," Paul requested.

I thanked him and stood up. I spread my legs slightly and put the carafe against 
my pussy. I let the piss flow while Paul and Liz watched. I filled the bottle to 
the brim with my amber wine. I could smell my own piss vapors rise from the 
bottle and noted its strong odor. Liz took the carafe and put it to her nose and 
sniffed. The she looked at my eyes while she put it to her lips and took a long 
slow drink of my urine, swallowing it as if it were water. She let some of it 
spill on her breasts. She spread the piss over her body as if it were a magic 
fluid. She handed the bottle to Paul and he drank from it also. I wanted some 
too, so I took the bottle and put it to my lips. God, it was bitingly bitter. I 
could only take a small sip. I wondered how they could have swallowed so much of 
my disgusting piss without throwing up.

"Want to see something cool? " Liz asked as she grabbed for a little black bag. 
She took out a slender rubber tube.

"This is a catheter that we nurses use for draining the bladder of patients. I'm 
going to insert it into myself. Watch closely." Liz was giddy with excitement.

She laid back against a bean bag cushion and put her thighs against her stomach, 
separating them, exposing her cunt. Paul helped by spreading Liz's pussy lips 
apart. Then Liz put the tip of the catheter into her pee-hole and inserted it 
slowly into her urethra. It must have gone into her belly about ten inches 
before she stopped. It looked strange with a rubber hose in her pussy.

"It should be all the way in now," Liz announced, satisfyingly.

Paul showed me the other end of the catheter and I could see it dripping with 
piss. Then, like drinking from a straw, he put the tube end in his mouth and 
sucked. He drank it like a soda. Having his fill, Paul handed the tube to Liz. 
God, she was drinking her own piss and I could hear her gulping it down. I had 
to have some too. I took the tube in hand and put it to my lips and tasted Liz's 
golden nectar. It was so hot and alive in my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed as 
I stroked my middle finger against my clit. Paul and I drank her bladder dry.

Then Liz showed me the cool part. She took a large syringe out of her nurse bag 
and inserted the tip of it into the carafe that contained my urine. She pulled 
the plunger back, filling the syringe with the golden fluid. Then she inserted 
the syringe tip into the end of the catheter and pushed the plunger slowly, 
causing my own piss to enter her bladder. She repeated this six times until her 
bladder was filled again. Then Liz stood up and spread her pussy lips wide. Paul 
got between her legs and opened his mouth. Liz began pissing and aimed her flow 
into Paul's mouth. God, she was pissing *my* urine onto his face. Paul was 
jerking his cock all the while. 

I was consumed with lust. I came over to have my taste. Liz stopped her flow for 
a moment while I positioned myself to her. I spread her lips apart and put my 
tongue on her pee-slit and waited. She squirted her piss, well, actually my 
piss, and I loved the feel of the urine forking against my tongue.

After my fill, I looked around and saw Paul watching the show. He was 
masturbating, but not in the normal way that most men do. He had inserted the 
end of the catheter into his pee-hole and was moving it in-and-out. His cock was 
fully erect and he was fucking his piss-hole with the tube as if it were a 
miniature dildo!

Liz came to Paul and removed his catheter toy. 

"Amy, come here and spread Paul's piss-hole for me," Liz requested. I crawled 
over and put my fingers on Paul's fat penis and spread his cockhead so that his 
hole laid wide open. Liz squatted down over Paul's cock and put her now erect 
clit directly into the piss-hole and fucked it. Liz's miniature penis was 
screwing Paul's miniature pussy! I couldn't help feeling amused, yet excited by 
this bizarre show.

We all took a break and Paul brought out some snacks and drinks. We talked about 
our dirtiest desires. I told Paul about how much I had thought about my last 
visit. I couldn't get over how hot it looked when he ate my shit directly from 
my ass. I had wondered how it felt and tasted for him. I had always wondered 
what sex was like for a man, to have an erect cock, to have balls filled with 
cum and to shoot sperm. I wish I could be a man for a day, just to experience 
the perversion of a man.

Paul told me how he wished he could experience multiple orgasms like a woman and 
wondered how it felt being fucked by a hot piece of meat as it pumped back and 
forth. That's why he stuck dildos up his ass, and fucked his pee-hole, he 
explained to me: so that he could feel like a woman getting screwed.

Liz also wondered what it was like for a man. She explained that she requested 
Paul to save up his sperm for her. She had him masturbating every night into a 
jar and saving it in the refrigerator. When enough cum is accumulated, she told 
me, she would heat it up to body temperature and put it in her syringe. Then, 
just as she did with my piss, she would pump Paul's sperm into her bladder so 
that she could piss it out while she masturbated. Paul had explained that 
shooting piss was like coming except with an orgasm attached. And although one 
had some control when pissing, when a man cums, he has no control: the sperm 
just squirts out by itself. Liz wanted to squirt sperm through her urethra just 
like a man. I told Liz that I wanted to watch when she did it. Liz promised me 
an invitation.

I told Paul and Liz that I felt like taking a shit. I had not taken a crap for 
the last two days because I knew that this day would come. Now, I could not hold 
back much longer.

We resumed our sex orgy. Paul handed me a white plastic bowl and told me to shit 
in it. I put the bowl down in the middle of the floor and squatted over it, 
positioning my ass directly over the bowl. Paul pumped his cock while watching 
this and Liz rubbed my ass cheeks as she observed. I didn't strain long, because 
I could feel my bowels empty a slithering load into the bowl. I felt like a dog. 
It came out like a coiled snake and it filled the bowl. I turned around to view 
my dark prize. Paul bent down his head to sniff my coiled turd. Then Liz put her 
face into the bowel and breathed the foul gift. I put my head over the dish and 
a horrid stench filled my nostrils. I bent down closer and took in the full 
aroma. My stomach almost wretched. 

We were like three perverted animals, sniffing our own excrement. Liz put her 
hand in the disgusting shit and grabbed a handful and put it on Paul's chest. 
She smeared it around his chest and neck. 

I sat back and watched this while I fingered my clit. Then Paul took a handful 
of crap and wiped it on Liz's breasts. With shit on her tits, he sucked them 
slowly. He seemed to be savoring the flavor. I could see his cock become erect. 
He looked over to me and saw me fingering my clit and ass.

"Would you like to feel what it's like with a cock in your ass, Amy?" Paul 
inquired. God, I thought he'd never ask.

"Yes, Please, Paul," I responded excitedly. I crawled over to him and turned 
around on my hands and knees, offering my ass to him like a cow in heat. While 
Liz spread my ass cheeks apart, Paul put his fat cockhead against my anus. It 
was already well lubricated from the shit in my ass, but Liz spat on it anyway.

"Oh, fuck me in the ass," I cried. I wanted this so much, I remembered.

"Push like you're taking a shit, Amy," Paul ordered.

I pushed, and my anus opened up against his cock. I felt his cock pierce my 
bowels. God, I felt like my stomach would explode. It felt so good.

"Now shit my cock out," Paul cried.

I was amazed at how much it felt like taking a crap, except that it was more 
filling and that it was a flesh cock turd that I was shitting out. I looked at 
the wall mirror and could see Paul ass-fucking me. I saw the cock sliding in and 
out. The shaft was covered with my shit. Liz put her tongue on the nasty rod and 
tasted it as it moved back and forth.

Liz began to get sexually turned on and moved to Paul's ass and put her face 
between his cheeks. Paul bent over by back exposing his ass to Liz. I was 
holding the entire weight of Paul as he continued to fuck my shit filled ass. 
Liz yanked down on Paul's balls and stuck her tongue in his asshole. She reamed 
it with crazed perverted enjoyment.

"Shit, shit, shit..." Liz spoke dreamily in her sexy voice as she tongued him.

I heard Paul grunting like a man taking a crap. His ass farted in Liz's face. I 
looked in the mirror and saw her breath in the foul air. His ass let out another 
slurpy fart and a turd came into Liz's mouth. She spit it out on the floor and 
put her mouth on his ass, again, for another turd. Paul shat in her mouth again, 
but this time, she held the disgusting brown roll in her mouth. Paul pulled out 
of my ass and turned around and put his cock in Liz's mouth, forcing the turd 
there to cram deep into her mouth. I turned around to see the show.

Liz was on her hands and knees sucking Paul's shit covered cock. Her mouth was 
black with crap. Paul fucked the turd in her mouth with slow strokes. She looked 
so strangely beautiful. I wondered what it was like, I thought.

I remembered de Sade's words: "If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure in 
the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to 
be." I wanted it to get dirtier.

I went over to Liz and spread her kneeling thighs apart so I could get under 
her. I positioned my body so that my feet faced Paul and my head was under Liz's 
ass. Liz allowed me there and even encouraged me by putting her shit filled 
mouth on my pussy. I felt her tonguing my slit. I responded by grabbed Liz's 
thighs, lifting my head and licked her pussy. I lapped it like a dog in heat.

I was in a similar position that Paul was with me in the tub when I shat on him. 
I had wondered what it was like for him, and now, here was my chance to find 
out. I put my head back down on the floor and put my hands on Liz's beautiful 
ass. I rubbed the tight muscles of her anus in a circle and remembered how tight 
it felt. Liz knew what I wanted and responded by extending her anus outward. I 
felt her anus opening and I put a finger inside.

"Shit on me," I cried. I wanted it so much. I felt so filthy, like a toilet 
slut. I reamed her hole with my fingertip. She let out a loud fart and some 
brown goo blurted out. She looked at me and stuck her tongue out at me, naughty, 
as if telling me how nasty she was.

I wiped the shit from around her ass. I heard Liz groaning. Then I saw her anus 
open wider and a turd began to emerge. Oh, God, I wanted it. I watched, 
fire-eyed as Liz gave birth to a large black turd. It came out slowly an dropped 
on my neck and slide to the floor. The stench was immediate and filled my 
nostrils with a disgusting aroma. I picked up the turd and put it on my breasts. 
I couldn't believe I was doing this. I spread the shit over my tits and absorbed 
the odor. Then I put the rest of the turd on my pussy so that Liz could taste it 
while licking me. I wanted to taste it too.

I couldn't help it. Like a force compelling me without my will, I pulled Liz's 
ass down to my face. I stuck out my tongue and put it in her anus. I tasted the 
repellent scum and licked the goo from around her ass. I put my finger back in 
and reamed it wide open. I observed the dark red lining of her rectum. I put my 
other finger in and stretched her asshole wide with my two fingers. I put my 
tongue in between my fingers and licked the lining. I was in ecstasy.

"Shit for me again," I whimpered. 

Liz's piss began to flow as she forced her bowels against my mouth. I could feel 
the tip of the next turd emerging. I became brave. I put my entire mouth over 
her anus and inhaled, inward, trying to suck the turd out of her ass. I was 
rewarded with a fat brown turd. It entered my mouth and slid down my throat as 
if it were a continuation of her rectum. It was too much. I choked and coughed 
it out. I bit off the turd from Liz's ass and spit it out. The rest of the turd 
remained amputated in her ass. I lay my head back down and let her shit the rest 
of it out. The turd came out and fell on my face, smothering my nose and mouth. 
It was long and snakelike, coiling around my face like dog shit. Liz continued 
to piss on my belly. The stench of piss and shit filled the room. It was so 
disgusting, but I loved every orgasmic second.

Paul got excited at the pile of shit on my face. With both hands, he lifted my 
ass and put his cock in my shit filled cunt. He fucked me, stretching my young 
pussy apart. I could feel the shit being pushed against my cervix. The pain 
added to the pleasure. 

In the meantime, Liz took a handful of the dog shit from my face and molded it 
around Paul's cock as he fucked me. I vomited out the putrid crap from my mouth 
and screamed with orgasm. 

"Oh, shit and piss!" I screamed. The floor was covered with pieces of our 
excrement and pee. I could feel I was laying in a pool of urine. Liz opened her 
pussy to my mouth and pissed in it, offering me mouthwash to clean my pallet. I 
let her wonderful golden piss fill my mouth.

Paul was ready to cum. He backed out of my cunt and put his cockhead to my 
pissed filled mouth. His fat cock was covered with shit. He grabbed the shaft at 
the base and jerked it back and forth. He inserted his cock in my mouth. The 
piss in my mouth overflowed out. Paul screamed out, "FUCK", and I felt him piss 
his sperm in my mouth. He came in ten powerful squirts; the sperm mixing with 
the piss and shit. Liz was sucking my clit at this time and then I came. God, 
how I came. It was like electric current pulsing through my body.

Paul smiled proudly at me as he told me that I had graduated.


* * * * *


My written report ended and I handed the last paper to my therapist. He took it 
and read it with interest. After reading it, he kindly told me I needed further 
therapy. You might think that I was disappointed, but I wasn't. In fact, I was 
looking forward to it.

You see, Paul had been my teacher and advisor. But after my graduation, Paul 
decided to give up teaching and start another carrier. What else could he become 
but a sex therapist? 

Paul took me by the hand and led me to the medical room for my next treatment. I 
felt better already.