Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.watersports
From: an33113@anon.penet.fi (Rex Amor)
Date: Fri, 12 Aug 1994 07:29:20 UTC
Subject: Time to Waste (mf,scat,ws)
Time to Waste
by
Jack
Chapter One
Well, at least you've survived your first meeting, Jack told
himself as he loitered on the sidewalk in front of the run-down
storefront. It had taken all the courage he had to drag himself down
to the Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting that evening, even though the
group met only two blocks from his loft.
And now here he was, 90 minutes later with coffee in hand,
wandering around a bit awkwardly as other veteran members schmoozed
and gossiped after the meeting on the street outside. Jack didn't know
if he should feel embarrassed or relieved now that he had stood up in
front of nearly two dozen people and identified himself as a "chronic
masturbator"! Everyone had applauded and welcomed him, but Jack hadn't
felt sufficiently relaxed to bring up what was really plaguing him:
his non-stop fantasies of golden showers, brown showers, large
knockers, spanking, female domination, and sexual freaks!! Perhaps
next time. If there _was_ a next time!
Failing to strike up any conversations, and unsure how to
begin, Jack was about to call it quits and walk back to his loft when
a young woman who had earlier identified herself to the group as
Siobhan strolled up and planted herself in front of him. Siobhan had
grabbed his attention during introductions when she stood up and
announced - rather proudly Jack had thought - that she was a "total
pervert!" This audacious announcement had gotten a rather mixed
reaction: smiles and applause from some folks and frowns and
grumblings from others who apparently felt that loaded terms like
"pervert" were out of place in a support group.
Jack's palms immediately began to sweat. Siobhan would be
considered a knockout in any crowd, with her long wavy brown hair
nearly down to her ample ass, a cute face accented with sultry eye
shadow and dark lipstick, a formfitting crimson dress that stopped
just short of her knees, and a stunning chest that could best be
described as extremely "top heavy." But in the dressed-down atmosphere
of a Sex Addicts meeting - where sweatshirts and jeans served to mask
most participants' sexuality in a studied blandness - she looked oddly
out of place, as if she had interrupted a hot date to attend the
meeting.
Jack flashed the best smile he could for someone who had
recently identified himself as a compulsive jack-off artist and forced
out a "Hi there," trying not to crush his now empty styrofoam cup out
of nervousness. Siobhan looked him up and down, smiled somewhat
impishly and responded in a throaty voice.
"Hi yourself - Jack, wasn't it? This looked like your first
time at one of these groups!"
"That's for sure!" Jack grinned and tried mightily to keep his
eyes off Siobhan's astoundingly deep cleavage. Up close Jack became
aware that her nipples - which looked to be the size of thimbles -
were pushing out the dress's fabric on both of her jutting breasts.
Jack wondered if he was going to pass out as all of his blood suddenly
rushed to his cock giving him a raging hard-on. He shifted his gaze
reluctantly and noticed the empty styrofoam cup in her hand. "Say, can
I get you some more coffee?"
Siobhan wrinkled her nose and looked momentarily pained.
"Coffee? The stuff they have at these meetings is more like battery
acid! I've drunk all I can stand, I'm afraid. In fact, I already have
to pee so bad that I'm having to keep my legs crossed!" Siobhan
crossed her shapely legs at the ankles for emphasis and groaned. "And
the worst part is that they don't even have a toilet in this stupid
little meeting hall! It's a crime!"
Jack's ears perked up at this news of a damsel in distress and
his bashfulness fled as the universe suddenly seemed to click into
place.
"Listen, Siobhan. I've got a loft two blocks from here -
relief is just a four minute walk away! C'mon!"
"Now that's a good line if I ever heard one! A man with a
toilet is a good thing to find! You've got yourself a customer! Let's
go!"
The pair grabbed their jackets and set off briskly for Jack's
loft. On the way, Jack had to remind himself to breathe deeply and
relax. Don't get your hopes up, pal, he thought to himself. But his
cock was clearly more optimistic: his hard-on showed no signs of
letting up at all. Blessedly, by the time they reached the large metal
door to Jack's building and he unlocked the deadbolt, an easy rapport
had developed between the two. It turned out that Siobhan had only
recently moved to the area from back East and this was her first time
at this support group as well.
As they climbed the stairs to his artist's loft in what had
formerly been a small brick factory building, Jack's threw all caution
to the wind and let his growing curiosity win out. "Siobhan, excuse me
if this is too personal a question, but what did you mean when you
introduced yourself to the group as 'a total pervert!?' I suppose I'm
no one to talk, but isn't that a bit extreme as a self-description?"
Jack unlocked the door to the loft and flicked a switch on the
wall. As they hustled inside Siobhan flung off her jacket and looked
around excitedly.
"Good question, Jack. But before I try to answer it, just
point me to the bathroom!"
"Oh right! It's over there behind the kitchen area. Just go
past the sink and make a sharp right. I'll heat some water for some
_real_ coffee if you like."
"Sure thing! Excuse me."
As she trotted across the loft, Jack followed at a discreet
distance. As a struggling artist, Jack had refurbished the loft in an
imaginative but minimalist fashion. To simplify the plumbing, he had
installed a toilet, sink, and old fashioned bathtub immediately
adjacent to the kitchen area. In a loft like this with no partitions,
the only thing separating the john from the kitchen was a thin
curtain. As Siobhan moved behind the curtain, Jack strode up to the
stove and grabbed the water kettle. He was about to fill it with fresh
water at the sink when he became aware of Siobhan less than two yards
away! The light was just right so that he could see her voluptuous
silhouette. The toilet seat banged down, there was a slight pause, and
then Siobhan's audible sigh of relief followed immediately by the loud
hiss of her stream of urine. Jack's boner twitched and his imagination
was flooded with images of Siobhan with her panties around her ankles
peeing urgently. He found himself standing dead still, straining to
hear if she was going to do anything more. The thought excited him.
And then he awkwardly became aware of his own silence.
Get a grip, Jack! he told himself and somewhat noisily
returned to the task at hand. Filling the tea kettle with fresh water
he put it on the stove to boil and set about grinding coffee beans and
fitting a Melitta filter above a coffee pot. The kettle was just
beginning to whistle when Siobhan emerged from behind the curtain
waving a magazine. Jack winced and blushed a bright red to match her
dress. It was a copy of _Toilet Slave Quarterly_ his favorite "fetish"
magazine.
"Interesting bathroom reading you've got here, Jack! No wonder
you're a 'chronic masturbator'! This magazine is incredibly twisted."
Siobhan's lips curled in a little sneer. Convinced that he had totally
blown it and was about to get a heated lecture, Jack sighed resignedly
and steeled himself for the inevitable. He should have known better
than to entertain pick-up fantasies about a fellow attendee at a
recovery meeting!
There was a ten second pause, which seemed like an eternity,
before Siobhan spoke further, a smirk replacing the sneer.
"In fact, Jack, I'd have to say that anyone who enjoys this
magazine must be a 'total pervert', too!" Siobhan burst out laughing
at the surprised look on Jack's face. "Judging from the stuff in this
it looks to me like we're two peas in a pod - no pun intended. The
only difference is that you fantasize about it while I actually _do_
it!"
Jack swallowed hard and tried to make sense out of having the
tables suddenly turned. A minute before he was sure he was going to
get blasted once again for being too sleazy and too sick. That's what
his wife had accused him of when she had left him three years ago. And
so had every other woman to whom he had tentatively broached these
outre' fantasies that had been plaguing him for years.
Yet here, for the first time in his life, was a woman - his
dream woman, you could say - teasing him for not being sleazy enough!
Or so it seemed. Recovering a bit of his aplomb he rose to his own
defense.
"Wait a minute, Siobhan! I don't get it! If you're so proud of
being a pervert, what were you doing at a Sex Addicts meeting? At
least I went because I recognized I have a problem!"
"You do have a problem, Jack. I'll grant you that! But it's
not what you think! These kinky ideas are only torturing you because
you keep them bottled up inside. You stay indoors with your stroke
books and stew in your own guilt when you could be out having fun!
That's your problem!
"I'll let you in on a little secret... Sure I stop by support
groups occasionally - I used to visit one or two back East every now
and then. But I don't go to wallow in guilt and wring my hands like
most people there! Absolutely not! I go because they're a good place
to meet guys like you who are on my wavelength. When I'm lucky I can
rescue them from the guilt-mongers before they're lost for good.
"Look at you! You're obviously intelligent. You're good
looking if a bit too shy, but you mean well. And you've had the
courage to consider ways of sexual pleasure that Mr. Joe Normal would
sooner die than admit to. When I call myself a 'total pervert' it's a
calling card not a tortured confession!"
Siobhan caught her breath and glanced around the kitchen.
"Sorry if I'm giving you a hard time. But I'm incredibly horny and it
just drives me nuts to see a guy like you flinching because I waved
one of their magazines around! Have some balls and stand up for your
kinks! Say, what happened to that 'good' coffee you were making? If
we're lucky this could be a long night!"
"The water got cold while you were talking." Jack said with a
trace of irony. "It'll just take a minute to reheat it." He walked
over to the stove and turned the burner back on. "All right, I get your
point. Just listen to my side of the story for a minute, would you?"
"Certainly. I'm all ears!" Siobhan gave him an encouraging
smile and took a seat at the wooden kitchen table.
The kettle whistled and Jack brought it over to the table,
pouring the hot water into the filter full of coffee. The trickling
sound as the water slowly filled the pot reminded him of Siobhan's
hissing pee just a few minutes before. There's a lot at stake here, he
thought. You better make this good.
"I can't speak for anyone else, Siobhan. All I know is my own
life. As far as I can tell, certain things happened to me when I was
so young I can hardly remember them. I suspect I was weaned way too
early. My mother and I didn't see eye to eye about toilet training and
my stubbornness over cooperation led to several, er, traumatic
incidents. When I grew a little older I was caught playing doctor with
a neighbor girl and severely punished. Finally, I was painfully shy up
until the last year or two of high school. Add these all up and you
get a shitload of strange predilections, so to speak. That's the
psychological rationale."
Jack poured them both steaming cups of coffee and continued.
"For years I tried to be normal and put my past behind me. I
dated nice girls and eventually got married to one of them. But as
time passed these old ideas kept popping up unexpectedly and there was
nowhere for them to go. Believe me, my wife didn't want to hear about
water sports or spanking much less shit play or dominatrix scenes.
When I tried to lead her gently in that direction she balked and went
back to her family, convinced that I was a total pervert. And she
didn't mean it as a compliment!
"We split up three years ago. Since then I've met several
attractive women who seemed street smart and open-minded. But once
again if I brought up anything kinky they thought I was insane! So, a
year or two ago, I finally gave up. I just figured I'd have to live
with my fantasies unfulfilled and grease up my good right hand for the
duration.
"And that was okay for a while - until recently, at least. But
the more that I stayed at home and jerked off every night, the more I
felt like a stunted pervert and a failure. When I finally realized
that a Sexual Addicts group was meeting nearby I thought maybe they'd
be able to help. So I showed up tonight. End of story.
"You can call me a coward for not acting on my fantasies, but
maybe you inhabit some alternate universe full of kinky and willing
partners. I suspect any man would be willing to do nearly anything you
asked in order to get into bed with you. You're stunningly beautiful!
Hell, you name it, I'll do it! Just keep in mind that I never managed
to hook up with any network of deviants, if there are such things. I
may have twisted fantasies, but as far as "live scenes" go I'm a total
novice!"
Jack sat back and looked across at Siobhan. With that off his
chest he actually felt more relaxed and open than he had in months,
maybe years. Siobhan was leaning over the table, her hands on her chin
and her breasts nearly spilling out of her dress top. She eyed him
mischievously in a way that made him think that perhaps all was not
lost.
"Very good! I like honesty. Now we're getting somewhere!" She
stood up and stretched lithely, keeping her eyes focused on his all
the while. She looked deliciously sexy and Jack was tempted to leap
up, grab her, and head for the bed. But things still didn't quite add
up.
"What I still don't get, Siobhan, is why _you_ are so kinky.
Like I said, you look like you could have any man in town just by
snapping your fingers. You seem outgoing, good-humored, well-adjusted
even, just to talk with you at least. Why go slumming for sleaze at
Sex Addicts meetings, for God's sake!?"
"Jack, please get it through your head that I don't consider
you sleaze any more than I _really_ consider us `total perverts.' We
may be _out there_, but to my mind the real perverts are the jerks
running the governments and the world economy, the high and mighty who
make their livings off of wars and fast deals and pushing poor people
around. That's perverse in my book, not people who like to play with
each other sexually!
"But you're right. I seem like an unlikely candidate for kinky
sex games that most people find bizarre. Like you I think things just
flowed that way. I don't remember any traumas, but I do know that as
long as I can remember I loved to play doctor with the neighborhood
kids. We had a close knit pack in grade school and we'd dare each
other as to who could be the most outrageous. It didn't take long
before we were seeing who could pee the longest or who could get away
with shitting in the most public place and not get caught. It was a
tremendous rush!
"By the time my periods began one of my girlfriends had
discovered her father's stash of extremely kinky porno which he'd
bought on trips to Europe. A few of us girls used to get together over
at her house when her folks were out and study these full color
magazines full of water sports, fist fucking, toilet slaves, and tit
torture. We never tried most of that stuff at the time - it was a bit
too much for 11 year old girls to handle. But we got used to thinking
about it and sometime's we'd masturbate together.
"Then, as luck would have it, my breasts grew quite large very
early - I was wearing C cups already when I hit 7th grade, and I was
having to fend off boys left and right. It didn't take me long to
discover that I held the upper hand in any relationship I was in. I
got a tremendous sense of power and self-confidence from my sexiness
and I let the boys know who was boss!
"Strangely enough, I was in no hurry to go all the way. I
discovered that endless, excruciating foreplay and little erotic
scenarios we'd act out were fun enough. I had several girlfriends who
felt they had to give in to their pushy boyfriends or they'd lose
them. And then they'd end up pregnant and get pressured into getting
married or having abortions. No way! I didn't need that hassle. So I
bided my time and ended up going steady my senior year and on into
college with this sweet guy whose imagination was nearly as extreme as
mine.
"But then he had this sudden "born again" trip and dropped me
like a hot potato. I was plenty angry but I figured, hey there are
plenty more fish in the sea. I was majoring in psych and spent the
next two or three years getting a Masters in human sexuality. I got so
busy studying sex that for awhile there I didn't have much time for
relationships or sex itself. And then when I finally graduated, I
discovered that meeting guys who liked to play my kind of games was
tougher once you were away from the campus. That's when I hit upon
Sexual Addict groups as a cool device for meeting new faces now and
then.
"Anyway, I didn't mention it before, but I just love teaching
virgin perverts how to 'come out'! I could tell you had promise from
across the room tonight and I think I guessed right! Jack, you look
like a fast learner, so let's make a deal. Just follow my directions
and do as I say and I'll see that we both get off. No excuses now, and
no backing out! Okay? I find these first-time test runs really go best
if I take the lead and direct the action. We're going to play a
variety of roles tonight, so pay attention closely. I'll give you all
the clues you need in order to keep things hot!"
"Oh God, Siobhan, that sounds great! I'm at your service!"
"Well, all right! Let's get nasty!"
* * *
Siobhan strolled lazily over to where Jack was sitting and
stood just inches from him. She reached out her lithe little arms and
ran her fingers through his hair. Then firmly grasping his head she
brought it forward, nearly smothering him with her breasts. She rubbed
her bulging tits back and forth across his face driving him mad with
the sensuous feel of her aroused nipples encased in a lacy bra lightly
covered by her satin dress.
"Does Jackie like Mommie's breasts?" Siobhan cooed gently.
"Oh yes, Mommie!" answered her virgin pervert eagerly. "I like
them a lot!"
"Would Jackie like to kiss Mommie's breasts?"
"Please, Mommie, please!"
"Perhaps Jackie should kiss them now, just to make sure!"
Jack cupped her red-clad breasts in his hands and nuzzled
between them. Then he covered first the left then the right breast
with light kisses, paying special attention to her protruding nipples.
He could feel the filigree of her bra cups on his lips as his tongue
darted out and flicked one of the hardened nipples back and forth.
Siobhan sighed huskily and stopped him for a moment, her hand on his
head.
"Is Jackie hungry? Does he want Mommie to nurse him? Breasts
are so much nicer than that stupid ol' bottle!"
Jack could feel his erection rapidly telescoping in his pants.
He liked this game a lot!
"Oh yes, Mommie! I want to suck your breasts so bad!"
"That's nice, sweetheart! Why don't we go over to the couch
where Mommie can be comfortable."
Siobhan took Jack's hand and they walked over to the large
leather couch in the loft's living room area.
"I think Jackie should take his pants and shirt off so that he
feels more his age," Siobhan said decisively. "And when he's done with
that, he can help Mommie with her dress and bra.
Jack speedily removed his pants and shirt, feeling slightly
foolish standing there in his Fruit of the Looms with his large and
twitching cock tenting out in front.
Siobhan walked over to him and pirouetted around, presenting
him with her back.
"Now Jackie, unzip Mommie's dress."
Jack did as he was told, finding the zipper beneath her long
brown tresses and pulling it down. Siobhan shrugged the red straps off
her shoulders and let the dress drop to the floor around her ankles,
keeping her back to him. All she had on were a white brassiere and
lacy white panties stretched tight across her large fleshy buttocks.
"And now can my big boy unhook Mommie's bra?"
"I'll try, Mommie!"
Jack struggled with the little hooks for a moment before the
deed was done.
"Thank you, Jackie."
Siobhan slowly turned to face him, her hands cupping her
breasts, keeping the large bra cups in place. With a swift lithe
movement she shrugged the bra straps off her shoulders and let go of
the cups. The brassiere dropped to the floor and Jack was presented
with a sight that made his mouth water.
Freed from confinement, Siobhan's large rounded breasts swung
low on her chest, graced with faint stretch marks and extravagantly
large brown areolas. In the center of each areola was a stiff nipple
the size of a thumb.
Siobhan walked over to the large couch and lowered her
buttocks onto it as if she were settling delicately onto the face of a
lover. Sitting, her lovely breasts nearly reached to her lap and she
motioned Jack over.
"Come to Mommie!"
Jack got gently on the couch and lowered his head onto her
lap, face up. Siobhan took his head in her hand and brought his hungry
mouth over to her left breast.
"Suck them, Honey, please!"
Jack grasped the thimble-like nipple between his lips and
sucked. Siobhan moaned. He opened his mouth wider and tried to
encompass as much of her pebbly areola as possible. He could feel it
contract into a cluster of wrinkles and bumps beneath his tongue and
he sucked the spongy mass vigorously towards the back of his throat.
Siobhan stiffened.
"Oh baby! That's it! Mommie's titties need sucking real bad!
Ohh, you're making Mommie so wet!"
Siobhan squirmed around on the couch and Jack caught a whiff
of the heady perfume of her cunt just inches from his head. He shifted
slightly and reached for her other swollen teat. It felt so soft yet
firm to his touch. His fingers lightly grasped the other nipple and
pulled gently, then harder. He rolled it between his thumb and
forefinger, back and forth, back and forth, then tugged again.
Meanwhile, he mimicked the same motions on her other breast with his
lips, stiffening them against his teeth.
The odor of pussy juices flowing permeated the air, mixed
enticingly with the smell of leather from the couch. Siobhan's
breathing became labored. Little grunts and groans escaped from her
lips and Jack's head bobbed up and down on her lap as she rubbed her
cunt forcefully into the couch beneath him.
"Pinch them! Oh! Twist them! Bite them! Ohhhh! I'm coming!
Ahhhh..." Siobhan's eyes were shut tight, her head thrown back, her
beautiful face distorted in a grimace of ecstatic agony. Then she
relaxed, took Jack's head in both her hands and held it to her
tightly.
"Oh, Jackie, you made Mommie very happy! That was a very good
beginning! Let's catch our breath for a moment." Siobhan cooed. Then
her tone of voice shifted slightly to a more formal, even haughty
tone, as she asked "I'm so thirsty! Can you bring us some ice water,
Jackson?"
Sensing a change in the scenario, Jack got up off her lap,
stood, took a deep breath and replied in kind.
"Certainly, Ma'am! Would you like anything else while I'm up?"
"Why yes, come to think of it! Perhaps you can bring a large
mixing bowl. Oh, and some olive oil if you have some. A clean towel
would be nice, too. Thank you, Jackson."
When Jack came back across the loft from the kitchen, Siobhan
was standing with her back to him looking out at the night skyline
through the dirty windows. She still wore her white panties and red
pumps but that was all. Jack put the serving tray down on the coffee
table and stood quietly at attention.
"These windows really do need cleaning, Jackson! Perhaps you
can attend to them later. However, I've got more important tasks for
you right now." Siobhan swung around, her breasts swaying heavily as
she walked over to where her butler stood, her heels clicking loudly
on the polished hardwood floor.
"For instance... I believe my ass is long overdue for some
serious attention and worship. Little Jackie did an excellent job on
my breasts - especially for such a young beginner - but it takes an
older, more experienced man to appreciate a woman's ass, don't you
think?"
"Very true, Ma'am!"
Siobhan walked past Jack to the coffee table. She picked up a
tall glass of ice water and drank deeply, finishing it off in no time.
Then she moved to the side of the couch and leaned forward with her
hands on its arm rest, her legs spread, and her magnificent bottom
stuck up in the air.
"Would you be so kind as to come over here and tell me what
you think, Jackson? Do I have a nice ass?"
Jack stepped over to where Siobhan stood bent over and
squatted behind her. In this position he could see how her panties
hugged the contours of her buttocks. There was a wet stain in the
panties' underside where they had been drenched with Siobhan's juices.
The pungent odor of a woman in heat made his nostrils flare. A raw
excitement began to build in his gut.
"I dare say Madam's ass is unequaled for its bewitching
beauty. The flawless texture of the skin just begs to be touched."
"Yes, doesn't it now?" Siobhan said wryly. "Well, let's take
things in their proper order, shall we? I think it would be best if
you controlled yourself and only touched my bottom with your nose, to
begin with. Go ahead, Jackson, this is no time to dawdle!"
Jack nosed against the unimaginably soft skin of her ass. She
must use baby powder on it every day, he thought to himself, marveling
at its smoothness. His nose slid across the satiny surface of her
panties and stopped at the crack in her ass. He nudged the material up
into the crack, breathing deeply as he worked away. His nostrils were
parked just above where the panties hid her asshole when he felt her
push herself back against his snout. There was a faint hiss of
escaping gas and the dirty sweet smell of her anal vapors enveloped
him. Jack inhaled deeply and leaned his nose even deeper into the
valley between her cheeks.
Siobhan broke his reveries suddenly.
"Oh, Jackson, sorry to interrupt your meditations but this
posture is beginning to tire me. Why don't you remove my panties with
your teeth and then we'll move to the bed. And be snappy about it!"
Jack shifted his legs to a kneeling position and grabbed the
elastic band of her panties with his teeth. He tugged and peeled the
panties slowly down over the expanse of her bottom. By pulling first
on one side and then on the other, he was able to bring them down to
the tops of her thighs. He paused. Siobhan stood, brought her legs
together and he grabbed the panties again in his mouth and yanked them
down her smooth shapely legs. They fell around her feet and she
stepped daintily out of them.
Jack was down on all fours and Siobhan turned around and stood
over him, her hands on her hips and her large brown nipples taunting
him. For the first time Jack had a chance to see her pussy. A thrill
went through his body as he saw the profusion of thick pubic hair
surmounting her cunt. The bush hung down in thick unruly curls,
totally masking her pussy. Before he could catch his breath, Siobhan
quickly moved away and walked over to his bed, her high heel clicking.
"Jackson!" she called back to him in her haughty manner.
"Don't forget the tray!"
Jack obediently picked up the crowded tray and brought it over
to the bed side. He placed it on the floor. Siobhan lay face down on
his bed, her face nestled sideways in a pillow. She looked at him with
the fondness of a mistress for her favorite manservant.
"You must be thirsty from all your exertions, Jackson. Don't
forget to drink your water so that you don't become dehydrated!"
"Madam is too kind."
Jack reached down and grabbed his glass from the tray and
downed its contents in one long gulp. He felt the water gurgle in his
stomach. Between all the coffee earlier and now this, he was beginning
to feel the urge to pee. However this was no time to interrupt the
proceedings for a quick run to the john. He would just have to hold it
for now.
"Now Jackson, my bottom needs to be worshiped. If you treat it
well, it may reward you with unspeakable pleasures. If you love it, it
will love you back. You may now anoint it."
Jack paused only a second before he realized she was referring
to the bottle of olive oil on the tray by his feet. He grabbed the
bottle, uncapped it, and climbed onto the bed beside Siobhan. He
carefully poured a thin stream of oil onto a cheek of her ass and
spread it around quickly before it could run off the sides. He
repeated the gesture with her other cheek and leaned over replacing
the bottle on the tray.
Then he proceeded to caress her bottom, rubbing the olive oil
all over her buttocks, and into the crack of her ass. He felt the
tickle of little hairs against his oily fingers and realized that her
forest of dark pubic hair extended from her pussy all the way past her
anus and up the valley between her cheeks. She was like an elegant
animal.
"Mmmm. That feels so good, Jackson. Very good indeed! Now that
you have anointed my bottom, it's time to use your tongue. My ass
needs to be licked and cleaned."
Siobhan stuck her ass up at him, keeping her torso pressed
against the bed. Jack grasped her behind on either side and raked his
tongue up and down her cheeks. He licked her bottom all over, giving
it a thorough tongue bath. And then with his blood pounding loudly in
his ears he moved his tongue to the hairy crack between her buttocks.
His fingers grasped her fleshy globes as he tongued the oil, sucking
the hairs and tugging on them gently with his lips. Her bouquet was
overpowering, a heady mix of cunt juice, olive oil, lingering farts
and perfume. He worked his way down to her asshole and then drew back
momentarily to steal a peek at her secret hole. There was a little
ring of short hairs encircling her puckered anus. While he watched,
Siobhan flexed her anus at him, making it wrinkle and contract. He
dove at it with his mouth and licked its perimeter. Siobhan sighed and
relaxed her anus, and a little squish of oil escaped from it.
For the first time Siobhan brought her hand up to her cunt and
started fingering herself. She dipped her fingertips between the lips
of her dripping pussy, briefly brushing her hand against Jack's chin.
Then she moved her hand back and Jack knew that she was massaging her
clit.
Jack stiffened his tongue and pushed it into the aperture. He
wiggled his tongue's tip back and forth inside her bowels and then he
stopped, his heart in his throat. He could feel something in there,
almost like another tongue reaching out to meet his.
"Oh God!" Jack thought. "It's a turd!"
This excited him immeasurably and he was afraid he might shoot
off at any moment. With one hand he reached back to his own crotch and
found the head of his rigid cock slick with leaking seminal fluid. He
reapplied himself to the task at hand.
Jack flicked his tongue in little circles around the
circumference of the turd, probing its tip. It felt quite solid. When
he withdrew his tongue back into his mouth, he savored the taste. It
was bittersweet and brackish and faintly meaty.
"Is there some problem, Jackson?" Siobhan had noticed the
pause in his ministrations. Jack was certain that she had also been
quite conscious of his tongue- play with her turd and turned on by it.
"Not exactly a problem, Ma'am," he replied. "But there does
seem to be some object getting in the way of the cleaning procedure!"
"Are you sure, Jackson? That hardly seems possible. Perhaps
you had better probe with your finger!"
"Yes, Ma'am!"
Jack stuck the still oily middle finger of his right hand in
his mouth and added a layer of saliva to it. Then he brought it to her
wrinkled asshole and wiggled the aperture open. Siobhan redoubled her
efforts on her clit, her legs tensing and her whole pelvis vibrating.
He wormed his finger in her shithole up to his first knuckle and
there was the turd. He pushed against it and could feel it give
slightly. He pushed the turd back up her rectum another knuckle-length
and then drew back to the first knuckle. The turd pushed back to its
original position. He pushed the turd up again and pulled back.
Siobhan's sphincter squeezed his finger tightly and he could tell she
was in heaven as she pushed the turd in her rectum back against his
finger.
"That's it Jackson! That's it! Fuck the shit in my ass! Fuck
it! Uhhhnnh! Uhhhnnh!" In her orgasmic rush, Siobhan was hissing out
ecstatic obscenities as Jack powered his greasy digit back and forth
in her ass.
And then Siobhan came with an unearthly grunting scream and
suddenly the force of the turd was too strong against Jack's finger.
Her rectum spasmed, ejecting his finger, and then a large solid turd
emerged, dropping into Jack's open hand.
"Holy shit!" Jack uttered. He quickly brought his other hand
around as her anus dilated again and another turd pushed out.
Siobhan collapsed forward on the bed like a rag doll, a
muffled purr-like moan coming from her mouth. Jack knelt behind her,
his hands cupped under her dark brown turds. They were hot and
steaming like some fresh food out of the oven. The stench was
glorious, a dirty filthy odor that threw Jack back to his earliest
infanthood, even before his conscious memories began.
Carefully cradling the turds, Jack slid off the side of the
bed. He stood there quietly, looking with awe from Siobhan to her warm
turds, marveling at her precious present for him. He was so happy he
felt like crying. He carefully deposited the turds in the mixing bowl
on the tray, appreciating Siobhan's experience and foresight in
setting up the scene. Then he just stood there wondering what to do
next.
Siobhan stirred on the bed, opened her eyes and raised herself
up on her elbows.
"Wow!" she said. She shook her head as if to clear it, and
then spoke crisply.
"Doctor! As soon as you're done removing the specimens and
washing your hands, I believe the next patient will be ready for you.
I'll call her in and have her disrobe."
"Thank you, Nurse!" Jack replied confidently.
He reached down and picked up the mixing bowl and walked
across the loft and behind the kitchen. Somewhat reluctantly he
dropped the turds in the toilet and flushed it. Then returning to the
kitchen he washed his hands well in the sink, the feel of the water on
his hands increasing the need he felt to pee. Something told him that
he shouldn't take that piss just yet, but hold it as long as he could.
The night was not over by a long shot.
He rinsed out the mixing bowl and brought it back with him to
the bedroom area. He found Siobhan sitting up in bed, her legs slung
over the side, and his discarded shirt draped over her front, like a
patient's smock. She spoke in a new voice, a bit worried and naive.
"Oh, there you are, Doctor! The Nurse said I should wait in
here. I'm glad you could squeeze me in at this late hour!"
"It's my pleasure, Ms --?"
"Powell... Edna Powell."
"All right, Ms. Powell. Now what seems to be the problem?"
Siobhan's brow wrinkled and she seemed to huddle beneath the
smock. She looked up at him hopefully.
"Well, I have a very unusual condition that I need your
opinion on. It's a bit embarrassing, really. It has to do with my...
privates."
"Now Ms. Powell, no need to be embarrassed. I'm quite
experienced in these matters and believe me, it's unlikely that your
condition will be something new under the sun. Why don't we get you up
here on this table," Jack gestured towards the bed she was sitting on,
"and we'll take a look."
Jack turned up the lamp on the stand by the bed and a wider
pool of light illuminated the bed. Siobhan scurried back on the bed,
leaned back crosswise on it, and bent her legs at the knees.
Remembering the towel he'd brought over earlier, Jack folded it in
half and placed it under Siobhan's raised thighs.
The perfume of her pussy wafted forth again and Jack
remembered that he still hadn't come. One of these times, he thought,
one of these times.
Jack leaned over as Siobhan slowly lifted the smock exposing
her hairy snatch. As he'd noted earlier, there was a jungle of curls
enveloping her crotch and extending down her soft inner thighs. Well,
she certainly was the most generously hirsute woman he'd ever met. But
then he looked again and did a double take. He leaned closer to get a
better look.
"Here, Doctor! Let me help you see it better!"
Siobhan reached down and combed back her luxurious pelt with
her fingers, pulling the thick tangle of curls back from her cunt
lips. There at the top of her labia, emerging from a fold of skin was
her clitoris. But this wasn't just any old clitoris, this was a
prodigious clitoris the size of a woman's thumb. As Siobhan fondled
her clit it stiffened further, unfurling in size until it was at least
two inches long.
"Now do you see what I mean, Doctor?" she said plaintively.
"When I play with it, it grows this big and aches something awful! I
feel like such a freak!"
"Well, Ms Powell - or may I call you Edna?"
"Please!"
"Well, Edna. There's no need to feel shame because of your
unusually developed clitoris. I dare say it adds to your charm.
However, you are, in fact, correct: This is the first time that I've
dealt with someone with quite your condition. I find it fascinating of
course. Perhaps you can answer a few questions for me."
"I'll try."
"Has your clitoris always been this big?"
"No! It didn't really seem to be noticeably different in size
until I was a teenager. And then it only seemed to grow really large
once I started masturbating. Oh dear, now you've got me blushing!"
Siobhan hid her face with her hands and Jack swore he could
see a flush of red in her cheeks.
"You say it aches. Can you tell me what you mean by that?"
"Well, Doctor, whenever I'm aroused and I've fondled my clit
and my pussy, my clit stiffens up just like a little penis. It feels
all tense and and won't go down again until I have an orgasm. It used
to shrink back down if I my arousal went away. But these days once
it's stiff my arousal can't go away until I come! And even then, it
sometimes takes several orgasms for it to be really satisfied. It's a
greedy little thing!"
"I can see it is, Edna. Do you mind if I touch it?"
"Not at all, Doctor. I have complete confidence in your
skills."
Gently, Jack stroked the little girl-prick. It quivered to his
touch and Siobhan sighed.
"Oh Doctor, that feels good!"
Jack grew bolder and gave the clit a firm squeeze between two
fingers. Siobhan squealed and her cunt lips became slick with pussy
juice.
"Here, I think I can examine this better, if we get you turned
this way on the examining table."
Jack slid Siobhan around on the bed so her head was up at the
pillows. He climbed on the bed and got down between her spread-eagled
legs.
"Now, Edna, I'm going to try a little experiment and you tell
me how it feels, okay?"
Jack stuck out his tongue and slithered it up and down her
throbbing clit. Siobhan shuddered. Then he brought his mouth up over
the mutant girl-dick and slowly brought its whole length into his
mouth. Jack sucked. Varying the suction, and the motion of his tongue,
he sluiced the clitoris around. Siobhan bucked her hips up and down
and made inarticulate sobbing moans. Jack let the distended organ pop
out of his mouth like an all day sucker and he looked up at Siobhan.
She had thrown off the smock and was gripping a nipple in each hand,
yanking them roughly, pulling her tit flesh away from her rib cage
like the pointed tops of circus tents.
"So, Edna, how did that feel?" Jack quizzed the desperate
woman. He knew she was in the throes of building to an orgasmic peak,
but he was the Doctor now and she had entrusted herself to his care.
"Doctor, please!" Siobhan panted. "Don't stop now! My clit
aches worse than ever!"
"Tut tut! Not to worry!" Jack assured her with his best bed-
side manner. "I merely want to try a different kind of treatment. A
little unconventional perhaps, but unless I'm mistaken it should bring
relief. Here, let's make sure your clit has plenty of lubrication."
Jack enveloped it in his mouth again and slathered spittle all
over the little girl-cock. Siobhan moaned pleasurably.
Then quickly sliding off the bed, Jack reached down and pulled
off his shorts. His rampant cock sprung free, great drips of pre-cum
swinging off its head. Getting back on the bed, he scooted forward and
pointed his own ass at Siobhan's crotch.
"Now flatten your legs and let me lower myself onto your clit.
If my weight is too much, just tell me!"
Siobhan raised up on her elbows and watched excitedly as Jack
lowered his own anus directly over her monstrous clitoris. He grunted
and pushed back against the spittle-covered organ. It slipped into his
tight asshole slowly but smoothly. Jack felt his rectum tingle as her
girl-cock snaked in. It hurt at first but soon it felt like a very
slippery turd - one that throbbed and twitched of its own accord in
his bowels. He looked down at her and smiled. Siobhan grinned back
encouragingly.
"Oh, Doctor! That feels just fine! Now try moving up and down
a little!"
Jack did as she suggested, sitting in a squat and drawing his
anus first up and then sliding back down again. Jack could feel his
prostrate being massaged by the monster clit, and his boner bulged
even larger, like a small arm shaking its fist at Siobhan. Up and
down, up and down he moved, buggering himself with her obscene tool,
savoring the greasy, grainy friction of her flesh slipping in and out
of his bowels. Siobhan's and Jack's eyes locked and an electric
current seemed to pass between them. Jack paused for a moment.
"Whew, Edna! I don't know how long I can keep this up! I think
this feels great for both of us but this is a very tiring position!"
"Doctor, please! Don't hurt yourself!"
Siobhan reached down and helped Jack rise from his squatting
position. Then she suddenly grabbed her knees and brought her legs up
in a folded position against her chest. Her cunt and clit bulged out
between her thighs beckoning at Jack.
"Please, Doctor! Finish me off with your hard cock! Ram that
fucker up my cunt and fuck me hard, you bastard!"
The scenario was breaking down in the face of her wanton lust.
Clearly Siobhan no longer had the patience for roles and teasing. She
needed release desperately and wouldn't take no for an answer. She
grabbed his dripping boner and guided it to her pussy lips, inserting
the swollen head between her hungry labia.
Jack felt her cunt grip his cock snugly. God she was wet! His
dick snaked up her tight little pussy until it was fully inserted. Her
giant clit tickled against his own public hair and his balls banged
against her butt. He leant over Siobhan and let his weight fall on his
elbows. With his hands he grabbed her wobbling breasts from the side
and mashed them together. As he stroked his engorged dick in and out
of her sopping cunt, he rapidly moved his mouth from one nipple to the
next, back and forth. Siobhan grunted and squealed. Then pushing her
breasts even tighter together he made her nipples nearly touch each
other. Opening his mouth wide, he sucked both nipples into his mouth
at once and chewed down hard on the knobby flesh.
Siobhan growled and bucked. Her right hand was in the tight
space between their crotches, jerking off her girl-dick frantically.
With her left hand she slapped Jack's ass cheek with stinging blows,
over and over.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! It's here!"
Her orgasm broke just as Jack's own climax hit. Her body
stiffened and her cunt muscles gripped his cock in velvet spasms. His
sperm shot forth deep into her womb for what felt like an eternity.
From the tummy down he felt like their bodies had merged into one
languid beast, and then he collapsed onto his elbows, mashing his
chest against hers and breathing tiredly against her neck.
They lay there a long time, until he felt his cock shrink in
size and she stirred beneath him.
"Time to get up and go rinse off, Jack," Siobhan whispered in
his ear. "Let's coordinate this together so that we don't make a
mess."
They rolled on their sides together and uncoupled. Siobhan
grabbed the towel and held it to her crotch as they both rose and
headed for the bathroom. As Jack watched, Siobhan sat down on the
toilet and proceeded to piss. He could hear the hiss of her pee and
the plops of his sperm dripping out of her pussy in large drips. She
looked at him naughtily and grinned.
"Want to help me rinse? Come over here!"
Jack walked over as she moved back slightly on the toilet
seat.
"Rinse my pussy, Jack! I know you want to! You've been holding
it all evening! Let 'er rip!"
Jack grinned back at her and took his now flaccid tool in his
hand. He aimed it at her crotch and tightened his stomach muscles. A
thick yellow stream of pee blasted forth hitting her pubes and lower
belly. He hosed down her now shrunken clit, washing away the remains
of spit and love juice and anal mucous that still clung to it. Siobhan
reached down and pulled back her bush with her hand, and Jack
drenched her hand and labia with the scalding stream. It felt heavenly
to piss like this, to relieve the pressure and touch her most private
parts with his geyser.
And then it was over, and he felt a deep weariness creep up.
The perverted pair took a quick shower together, soaping each other
tiredly, and then walked back to bed, hand in hand, for a well-
deserved sleep.
Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.watersports
From: an33113@anon.penet.fi
Date: Wed, 31 Aug 1994 16:07:03 UTC
Subject: Time to Waste (mf,scat,ws,d/s)
Time to Waste
by
Jack
Chapter Two
It was several days after his first overnight encounter with
Siobhan when Jack next heard from her. They had parted on excellent
terms the morning after their ground-breaking debauch. Unlike some
"morning afters" neither had felt awkwardly distant from the other,
and yet, neither had felt obliged to wring some explicit commitment or
declaration of love from the other either.
Siobhan had taken his number and given him hers, but she had
also suggested that they give themselves a few days to rest up and
process the experience before getting back in touch. Jack had gotten
the distinct impression that an affair with Siobhan - of whatever
length - was entirely at her discretion and he deferred to her subtle
but firm authority on the matter.
A return to the Sex Addicts meetings was now out of the
question. Something had burst forth in Jack since the night with
Siobhan - a self-acceptance and determined allegiance to his own
eccentric quirks. Empowered by the immediacy of their intense
encounter, he felt little desire to masturbate and instead applied
himself industriously to two new paintings. He had no guarantee that
she'd call, but he wasn't too surprised when the phone rang five days
later and he recognized her husky purr on the other end of the line.
Siobhan was calling to invite him over for dinner at her place
next Saturday - just a week from their previous time together.
Obviously thinking ahead she suggested he bring a fresh change of
clothes. Might he bring some wine? he asked. A nice cabernet or merlot
she suggested.
As the next two days passed, Jack tried to resist the
temptation to run over possible new scenarios in his imagination. He
went back to his paints, determined to sublimate his growing
anticipation into creative energy. But every now and then the image of
the dark hairs creeping up the crack in her awesome ass seized him and
he fell prey to a fit of fevered daydreams of unspeakably obscene
ecstasies.
During the day on Saturday his excitement built steadily. He
found a highly rated bottle of Sterling merlot for a good price and
decided to splurge on a bottle of after dinner port as a surprise. He
placed the bottles and some extra clothes in a gym bag and walked over
to Siobhan's apartment. It had turned out that she lived only a
fifteen minute walk away, although the new highrise in which she had
her apartment was as upscale as his loft was downscale. He made it
through security who called up to Siobhan to check his bonafides and
took the elevator up to her apartment on the 18th floor. He pressed
the buzzer by her door and she let him in a moment later.
She was a sight to behold. She had pinned her mane of brown
hair up in a lavish Victorian bun atop her head, little wisps of fine
hairs falling free on the back of her fine neck. She wore a floor
length gown of black crushed velvet with a plunging front that showed
her cleavage most generously. Judging from the low slung bulge of her
breasts under the dress, she had decided to forego a bra tonight. Jack
wondered to himself whether she had skipped her panties as well. As
Siobhan stepped back from the foyer, he saw that she had little
Victorian style lace-up shoes with two-inch heels.
Siobhan had suggested he dress up a bit himself, so Jack had
worn his best tie and dress shirt along with a classy sport jacket and
slacks. He usually hated dressing up but faced with Siobhan's lovely
garb he wished he had had a dinner jacket on instead.
"My, Jack! You look dapper tonight!" Siobhan flashed her
winning smile at him, and he ceased to worry about jackets. "Come in
and relax. The food will be ready shortly."
Jack unzipped his bag and handed the wines to Siobhan with a
bow. She eyed them approvingly and as she whisked them off to the
kitchen, she shouted back to him over her shoulder, "Go ahead and put
your bag in the bedroom down the hall and then meet me in the
kitchen."
Jack trod quietly down the hall and found her bedroom. A
queen-size bed with a canopy dominated the room, while sliding glass
doors led to a balcony outside. From this height the lights of the
city spread out like a geometric fairyland on the ground far below. He
dropped his bag near a dressing table and went off to find Siobhan in
the kitchen.
As he entered she was mixing pesto into a large steaming bowl
of pasta. The smell of garlic, oil, and herbs whetted his appetite.
In a matter of minutes they were seated before a veritable
feast. No doubt about it, Siobhan liked to eat as well as she enjoyed
sexual games. The red wine flowed and they chatted happily as they
avidly worked their way through one of the most delicious meals Jack
had had in ages.
Before long, Jack sat back in his chair and patted his
stomach.
"Lord, Siobhan, that was delicious. I'm stuffed!"
"Well, you'll have to make room for a little of that port you
brought! We can't let it go to waste."
"You're right! Ah, what sweet agony. Still, I feel somehow
like a goose being force-fed to make pate!"
"How ever did you guess?" Siobhan smiled at him and then burst
out laughing. "Here, decant this port while I clean off the table and
then we'll repair to the living room to digest."
A few minutes later they were seated comfortably on her plush
oversize couch.
"To the pleasures of self-discovery!" Siobhan toasted and
clinked her goblet of port against Jack's. "To the conquest of fear!"
Jack rejoindered and they drank deeply. The rich port warmed his
stomach. Siobhan leaned back against the couch with a determined look
in her eye.
"So, Jack. Before we begin tonight, I want to get a better
sense of your fantasy life. I know last week was a turn on for both of
us, but I need to know some more about your likes and your dislikes
before we can proceed much further."
"Well, Siobhan, it's still hard for me to get used to speaking
openly about this with someone. It was great last week just having you
sense what was right. I guess I'm afraid that if we talk about these
things matter of factly and 'reasonably', they'll just seem stupid and
insane!"
"Sweetheart, I know what you mean." Siobhan spoke soothingly,
patting his cheek with her hand. "But the biggest lesson I've learned
in acting on my desires is that you have to know what you want _and_
know what you don't want - and you have to make that clear to your
partner. I may have good intuition but I'm not a psychic! You've got
to believe me when I tell you that a few details now will save us a
lot of false starts later. It may seem a little unromantic to blab out
your fantasies like this but I know from bitter experience that it's
even worse to find yourself trapped and bored in somebody else's idea
of a good time!"
"All right, let me think." Jack paused for a long moment while
he bolstered his courage. He finally decided to go for broke. If a
'total pervert' like Siobhan couldn't handle it, then who could? "For
starters, I enjoyed everything we did last week and would love to spin
out variations forever. Golden and Brown showers are are a definite
turn on. I like most water sports I've heard of except for enemas
which always seemed really tedious to me.
"I also like incest fantasies of all sorts - probably from
reading too much Victorian porn on the sly when I was growing up. On
the other hand, heavy S-M doesn't do much for me and I can't get into
extreme pain - either inflicting it or receiving it. I always found
the caning and whipping scenes in those books rather boring and most
bondage strikes me as too much work. I'm not a knot freak. In fact,
most overt cruelty is a turn-off for me, although I do rather enjoy
being dominated. I suppose if forced to, I can be a dominator as
well!" Jack laughed and Siobhan smiled wryly, and they both took
another sip of port.
"Butlers, maids, governesses, teachers, depraved nuns,
spanking naughty children - we're back to the Victorian erotica again.
Let's see, what else? Fetishes. I like strong smells and soft
textures, all parts of the body - especially the breasts and ass. And
hair - I really love luxurious hair and hirsute women."
"And a good thing, too!" Siobhan chuckled. "I'm big on hair
myself. It makes things more animalistic somehow. What about leather
and rubber?"
"Good question - I've never really done much with them.
Reading about them or seeing them in a video have never rung my bells,
though I suppose their smell and texture are half the thrill. Oh, and
while I may be into shit and piss - I'm _not_ into infantilism. I
would refuse to walk around in diapers or suck a bottle! Breasts, yes!
Bottles, no! One has to draw the line somewhere!
"And I'm not into transvestism, sex with men, body shaving,
heavy piercing, full body tattoos or medieval torture chambers! At
least not for me. I wouldn't rule out having a good time with a shaved
and tattooed woman with nipple rings laid out on a rack. It would
depend...
"So, have I left out anything?" Jack asked with a smirk.
"No... that was a thorough rundown, Jack. I can see where
we're a good match, all things considered. My own tastes compliment
yours probably 80% of the time, and that other 20% is mostly a matter
of degrees. I've got higher thresholds for pain and humiliation than
you do, but I've also got a stronger drive to dominate others as well.
"Oh, there is one other thing you didn't mention. You see, I
took a bit of a gamble in inviting you here tonight because I'm having
my period. Things may get a little messy. Do you find that disgusting,
Jack? Are you repelled by bloody cunts?" Siobhan was pressing her face
right up against his and tugging on his tie.
"Not at all! I can't wait!"
"Good! Because I'm incredibly horny when I've got my period
and I think we should quit talking and get on with it!"
Without a further word, Siobhan took Jack by the hand and
brought him down to a closed door at the end of the hall. She opened
the door and led him into the room.
"Welcome to the Twilight Zone, Jack!"
* * *
The window drapes were drawn in the room and the only lighting
was a strip of indirect lights running along the walls a few inches
below the ceiling, giving the room an eerie ambiance. In the far
corner of the room, across from where they stood, rested a large
Victorian easy chair complete with doilies, discreetly covered legs,
and a footstool. To its left against the wall stood a large, darkly
varnished wooden wardrobe. Next to that was a table covered with
canisters and decorative boxes of all different shapes and sizes. And
next to that was a hat and coat rack from which hung a variety of
aprons, headware, and jackets, for both sexes. Jack noticed that the
entire floor seemed to be covered in a thick rubber covering rather
like a gymnastics mat. It had some kind of moisture repellent top
coating to make it easier to mop up "messes" Jack guessed. No doubt
about it, some serious money had gone into this room; it had not just
been thrown together casually.
"Why don't you hang up your coat on the rack and remove your
tie, Jack? It'll help cut dry-cleaning costs." Siobhan suggested
offhandedly as she strolled languidly across the room and deposited
her bountiful velvet-encased tush in the easy chair.
Jack was glad to take off his sportcoat and tie and was about
to loosen his shirt collar when Siobhan spoke.
"Very good, Jackson. May I suggest you keep your collar
buttoned, however, in order to preserve some semblance of decorum?"
"Of course, madam. Pride in one's appearance is so rare
nowadays!" Jack turned on his heels and walked over to where Siobhan
sat fanning herself, her feet up on the stool. "Madam looks a little
peaked tonight. Is there anything we can do?"
"Oh, Jackson I have the curse and my heavy menses always make
me feel a bit anemic. I'm sure a touch of laudinium would work
wonders but I used the last of it just the other week. Perhaps you can
bring some fresh water from the pump." Siobhan gestured across the
room toward a door opening into a bathroom. Atop a small table by the
sink, Jack found a pitcher and a glass. He filled the pitcher with
cold water from the tap and served his mistress a glassful.
"Ah, lovely! That feast has made me so thirsty! And now would
you please remove my shoes and give me your famous foot massage? My
feet feel so very very tired tonight."
"Certainly, Madam." Jack knelt by the footstool and picked up
one of her petite feet. He patiently unthreaded the intricate
shoelaces and removed the short kid boot. She wiggled her newly
exposed toes at him, showing off her dark red painted toenails. He
repeated his actions with her other boot,then he carefully kneaded her
feet, while Siobhan sighed contentedly. Coyly she grasped her gown and
pulled so that the bottom hem rode up her legs to mid-calf.
"Madam is being quite risque!" Jack observed dryly.
"Madam is feeling quite horny, Jackson! When it's her time of
the month she always has trouble keeping her hands off the servants!"
Siobhan exclaimed. "But Madam is also feeling extremely lazy. Perhaps
you'd assist me in preparing for my toilet?"
"Very good, Madam!"
"Here, Jackson, I suggest you kneel between my legs." Siobhan
kicked the footstool away, slid down even further in the chair and
spread her legs in a brazen "v". Jack positioned himself on his knees
between her feet. She slowly inched her gown up to her knees, then to
mid-thigh, and finally gathered it up in front, all the way to her
navel.
As Jack had suspected, she was panty-less, and as he knelt
there awestruck, Siobhan flaunted her obscene cunt. She ran her little
fingers through the mass of curly tendrils, grabbing a handful and
tugging. She unveiled her unfurling clitoris and Jack marveled anew at
its mutant beauty. Then her hands slid the remaining pubic curls away
from her vaginal lips. Her outer labia rippled at her touch, a
wrinkled gash of moist flesh. She inserted two fingertips between them
and spread the fluted lips back. There was a white string hanging from
her inner lips, and the strong fishy bouquet of menstrual blood.
"Oh dear! I'm afraid I stink like a fishmonger's wife! My
sanitary device must be overdue for a change! Would you mind removing
it for me? With your mouth, of course!"
Jack quickly brought his head down to her potent crotch. The
stench was terrific and he was afraid he might piss himself out of
sheer olfactory overload. He stuck his nose right up against her cunt
lips as he tried to lick the tampon string out of her fleshy folds and
into his mouth. He held his breath and licked frantically, and finally
succeeded in grasping the string between his teeth.
Jack tugged his head back slowly and the bloody tampon
appeared in her vaginal mouth. He yanked more forcefully and the
engorged device exited with a pop, whacking him on the face and then
hanging foolishly from his pursed lips. Jack knelt there as if in a
trance, as Siobhan slowly massaged her nether lips, pulling them wide
apart. Time seemed to almost stand still as a small dribble of piss
escaped from her demure pee-hole. Then Siobhan bore down with her
muscles and a geyser of piss spurted out catching Jack smack in the
face. The elegant Victorian sighed lazily as she directed her flow all
over Jack's head and chest, soaking him thoroughly. Then her piss
subsided, dribbling back down to a few little squirts running down
between her labia.
Siobhan looked down at Jack on the floor before her, and a sly
grin came to her face, quickly suppressed.
"Dear me, Jackson! If you could only see yourself! You _are_ a
sight! Please go clean up and dispose of that _thing_ at once!"
Jack pinched the string away from his mouth and held the
bloody tampon, now dripping urine as well, out at arm's length as he
tried to walk in a reasonably dignified manner over to the bathroom.
He dropped it in the lidded garbage pail beneath the sink and peeled
off his wet clothing. Stripped to his underpants, he rinsed his mouth
and and quickly washed his face and upper trunk with warm water from
the tap. Man this was intense! But at least he wasn't jerking off!
Score one for the gipper!
Water was still dripping off his nose as he returned to
Siobhan, feeling sheepish.
"Why, Jackson! Was this exercise a strain? Oh dear! I don't
want to overtax my best manservant. Good help is _so_ hard to find!
Here, walk me to my toilet and let me freshen up a bit. I think you
need a moment's rest."
Jack accompanied his mistress to the bathroom door. She
entered and shut the door behind her. Jack walked a little unsteadily
back to the easy chair and plopped himself down. What's the matter
Jack? he asked himself. For the first time since he and Siobhan had
become friends he was feeling a slight hesitation.
It's not like anything had really changed that he could tell.
Siobhan was still one in a million - a filthy-minded knockout whose
kinks so closely matched his own that it almost defied belief. The
scene with the tampon had been a bit over the top, but he had asked
for it. And menstrual blood was hardly a big taboo for him anyway. His
ex-wife may not have been one for watersports or other games, but even
her hormones had kicked in during her period and they had fucked
themselves bloody more than once. And Lord knows, he had certainly
fantasized plenty about being bathed in fountains of pee spurting
forth from the hairy pussies of elegant women. In agreeing to play
with Siobhan he had certainly asked for it, hadn't he?
Jack's dis-ease was extremely subtle and elusive and he
decided to put it out of his mind for now. This was no time to chicken
out, the stakes were too high. Siobhan was helping him make his jerk-
off fantasies real! He owed her a good time this evening, at the very
least!
The door to the bathroom opened and Siobhan emerged looking
much refreshed. She had traded in the velvet gown for a simple shift
and scrubbed off some of her makeup. She looked more wholesome
although the jiggling titflesh hanging low under her shift gave her a
wanton edge, sort of like June Cleaver on Spanish Fly.
"Oh, Jackie!" She called to him gently. "Come here Jackie and
give Mommie a big hug!"
"Hi Mommie!" Jack grinned back, his spirits rising along with
his cock. He went over to her and dropped to his knees so that his
head was just high enough to tuck into the crevice between her
bountiful breasts. He nestled his face against her tits, nuzzling the
pebbly areole and gumming her nipples. His arms were wrapped around
her hips, and his palms gripped her mighty bottom cheeks and squeezed.
"Well! That certainly is a big welcome!"
"I've missed you, Mommie!"
"And I've missed you too, Jackie. I'll bet you want to nurse."
"Uh huh! I love your titties, Mommie. I really do!"
Siobhan led Jack over to a waiting futon in another corner of
the room, and placing a few pillows against the wall she sat down
cross-legged. She unbuttoned the front of her shift to the navel and
pulled out one of her giant brown-nippled baby-feeders. Jack scrambled
onto the futon, placed his head in her lap and gave suck.
His need was urgent and as he suctioned deeply against her
flesh he calmed and his anxieties fled. Jack felt the glow and
security of a child safe in its mother's arms. He wished he could stay
like this forever.
Siobhan sighed as he sucked, little moans escaping now and
then as the stimulation of the nerves in her tit made her cunt
contract. The smell of an excited cunt began to penetrate into Jack's
consciousness. Siobhan brought out her other breast and fed it to him.
Jack chewed gently on her nipple, making her gasp with pleasure-pain.
She reached over and sought his cock, grasping the hardened member
tightly through the fabric of his underpants. She squeezed and jacked
his organ a few moments and then stopped.
"Jackie? Give Mommie's tits a rest for just a moment. Mommie
has a confession to make and she wants your help. All right?"
Jack sat up slowly, forced out of his reverie, but attentive
to her request.
"Jackie, you're getting to be a big boy now and I think I can
let you in on a little secret. Can you keep a secret?"
"Sure, Mommie. I keep secrets real well!"
"Good. Now you know that ever since Daddy went away Mommie's
been without a man. You've been my little man and I've watched you
grow as I've nursed you and fed you. Your little penis has grown into
a big man's cock, and you've got a big strong man's body to go with
it!
"Jackie, your Mommie's a weak woman. I try to deny it but I've
got urgent needs. I need sexual release and I need to have certain
things done to me to give me that release. Do you understand?"
"I think so, Mommie. I feel funny sometimes too."
"Yes, Jackie, I'm sure you do! I hope you won't be embarrassed
if I admit that more than once I've caught myself dreaming of you and
me in bed together . . . engaged in carnal congress! I've dreamt of
your cock inside me as you bite my titties. Oh the shame of it all!"
Siobhan was really building this up, fleshing out this fantasy
to new emotional depths. Jack was very turned on, wondering just where
it would go.
"But Mommie, that sounds like fun! Why can't we just go ahead
and do it? You asked if I could keep a secret! I wouldn't tell
anyone!"
"No, Jackie! It just wouldn't be right! If your cock enters
Mommie's pussy it would be _incest_! And that would be a mortal sin!
I'm a weak woman, but I'm not that weak!"
Jack was puzzled. He looked at Siobhan quizzically.
"But, I have toys! Toys you can play with and use on me to
help Mommie get her release! That's okay, because that's _not_ incest
- it's just playing with Mommie's toys!
"If I let you play toys with me, will you keep it a secret,
Jackie? Our own little secret?"
"Sure thing, Mommie! I like toys!"
"Good! Now I'll go get my toys while you take off your
underpants. I think this will be most fun if Mommie and her big little
man are totally naked. That will make it more exciting, won't it?"
"You bet, Mommie! Gee you're the best Mommie a guy could ever
hope for!"
"Why thank you, Jackie!" Siobhan got up and walked over to the
tabletop full of boxes and canisters. She came back with a big round
tin labeled "Toys". Jack was seated naked on the futon, a look of
wonder on his face. Siobhan removed her shift over her head and sat
down facing him. Jack noticed that there was another tampon string
dangling from her pussy.
"Okay, let's see what Mommie has." Siobhan took the lid off
the tin and pulled out a large pink rubber dildo. "This is for
Mommie's naughty pussy, Jackie!"
Next she extracted a smaller wedge-shaped buttplug. "And this
is for her naughty poop hole!" She rummaged around in the bottom of
the tin and brought out a pair of vise-like nipple clips connected
together by a two foot-long expanse of fine stainless steel chain.
"And this is for Mommie's very naughty nipples, Jackie!"
"Now to play with these toys right, Mommie has to get very
excited. Come here and give Mommie a big kiss and we'll begin!"
Jack reached over and put his arm around Siobhan's shoulder
and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Her lips parted and their
tongues played tag. He licked her little teeth and sucked the tip of
her tongue into his mouth. It seemed to suddenly get hotter in the
room and as the deep kiss ended Jack suddenly realized it was their
first kiss! Siobhan must be one of those girls who never kiss on their
first date, he thought wryly.
Siobhan's cheeks were flushed and she put a hand to her chest,
as if to still a fluttering heart.
"Jackie, that was a _very_ nice kiss! Now Mommie is going to
lie back and let you kiss her titties some more."
"Oh boy," exclaimed Jack.
Jack applied himself to her breasts anew, licking, sucking,
biting, and pinching them. Her nursing of him had been for his
comfort. This time he played with her tits as if they were the key to
making her come. And so they were, for Siobhan had exquisitely
sensitive nerves all throughout her lovely titflesh. By modulating the
intensity of his manipulations, Jack brought her to a point where he
knew that a few seconds more of titplay would kick her over the edge.
He stopped suddenly and kissed her instead. Her mouth strained against
his, her tongue attacking his in a frenzy. Again he withdrew.
"Jackie's making Mommie very, very excited!" Siobhan said in a
frantic voice on the verge of cracking. "Why don't you try the toys,
Jackie?" Siobhan reached down and hurriedly yanked the tampon out of
her pussy and flung it across the room.
"Okay, Mommie! Here comes the dive bomber!"
Jack piloted the pink cock-shaped dildo through the air,
crash-landing it at the mouth of her cunt. She was sopping wet from
the heavy titplay and it only took a few dips and twists of the large
rubber choad for it to burrow its way in to the hilt.
"Oh, God!" Siobhan grunted. She pushed back against it and
ground her hips into the futon. The dildo was firmly lodged for the
moment. Jack turned to the buttplug and brought it to his mouth. He
sucked on it briefly, covering it thoroughly with his saliva. Then he
turned again to her hairy love holes and paused a moment.
"I think we have to remove Mr. Bomber for Mr. Mole to dig his
hole, Mommie." He rotated the dildo in her pussy a few times to keep
her keyed up and then drew it out. Its pink flesh was now covered
with a rosy mix of blood and love juice. He took the spit-covered
butt-plug and tentatively probed her bottom. Siobhan folded her legs
at the knees and pulled them back to her chest. Jack found her
puckered anus and played the slippery butt-plug around on her nether
hole a few times until it relaxed. Then he suddenly crammed the slimy
little plug into place.
"Whowwf!" Siobhan exhaled. Almost immediately he took the
dildo, with its reddened lather, and rammed it back up her pussy.
Siobhan squealed. He slowly worked the dildo in and out and around for
several minutes, building her back up to the edge of orgasm.
"Jackie, Jackie! Please! Mommie's titties need to be clamped!
Hurry!" Siobhan demanded desperately.
Jack took a nipple clip in one hand and puckered up as much
areole and nipple as he could between the thumb and forefinger of his
other hand. He worked the vise down over this peak of nerve clusters
and tightened the little screw.
"Yesss!" Siobhan hissed. Then he did the same with her other
beauty, getting it good and tight. "That's ittt!" Siobhan whispered.
"And now, Jackie. I want to ask one big last favor! As you
play with your toys, can you squat over me and poop when I tell you?"
Jack's mind reeled. Egad, this woman was determined to up the
ante at every turn! However, it was worth a try. After all, her turds
in his hands had been his most touching reward the week before.
"I'll try Mommie, I'll try!"
Jack got up and clambered over her in a roughly 69 position.
Balancing his weight on his knees and one hand, he reached down
between their stomachs and grabbed the chain dangling from the nipple
clamps and tugged it towards her hairy crotch. Siobhan hissed in
torturous pleasure. He pulled the chain down and around her outsized
clitoris which had received scant attention during all this play. He
wrapped the loose play in the chain around the clit in several
staggered loops until the two chain branches leading to her captured
breasts were taut. Siobhan's clit twitched and yanked the clips!
He then returned his attention to the dildo, twisting it
slowly in her pussy. He lowered his ass down close to Siobhan's face
and spoke to her over his shoulder.
"Mommie? Can you kiss Jackie's poo-hole to make it better? I
think it needs a little help to do its job!" He lowered his anus onto
her mouth and she kissed it warmly. She snaked out her tongue and
wiggled it into his ass, then out, then in. She breathed her hot
breath on it and licked around it in little circles. Jack felt his
bowels shift and he could sense a heavy load on its way.
"Mommie, I'm ready when you are!" He rose slightly and
squatted over her chest, flicking the chain entangled clit with his
left middle finger, and thrusting the dildo around wildly in her
odorific cunt with his right hand.
Siobhan started keening, uttering little ecstatic mantras of
obscenities to herself. She grasped her tits by the handful beneath
her vise-gripped nips and squeezed, making them bulge against the
devices. This caused the nipple clamps to yank the chain gripping her
girl-dick. The edge was nearly there.
Suddenly Siobhan's mantras stopped and she shouted,
"Shit on Mommie! Shit on Mommie!"
Jack shifted his weight slightly, loosened his bowels and let
out a mighty fart. The stench was offensive, even to him. And then his
shit started pouring out, great brown ropes of it. It dropped heavily
onto Siobhan's belly in a steaming pile. At the same moment he reached
down and yanked the buttplug from her anus.
Siobhan sobbed, "Oh fuckkk!" and came in the biggest orgasm of
her life. Her cunt muscles spasmed around the dildo, sucking it in as
far as it would go, and then spasmed again, sending it shooting out of
her pussy and onto the futon. A geyser of clear ejaculate shot out of
her pee-hole, drenching the futon between her legs. She let go of her
tits and they flopped back down on her rib cage, trapping Jack's dung
beneath their weight. The sight and smell of this excess was just too
much for Jack and his cock erupted, sending streams of come all over
Siobhan and the futon.
***
The following morning Jack felt rather like something the dog
had dragged home. He and Siobhan shared some coffee and bagels for
brunch together and then he repaired to his own abode to nurse his
physical and moral hangover.
Despite his best intentions, the annoying feeling of dis-ease
had returned and with it his misgivings about what was going on. By
late afternoon his head had stopped throbbing and he had resolved - at
a minimum - to give up on mixing wine and port with their games. There
was plenty more, however, that he wished to resolve and the only
solution he could see was to talk it out with Siobhan. She was the one
with the degree in Human Sexuality, and she was the one who had drawn
him into her vortex. By God, she was going to have to be the one to
help him square away the new guilts and recriminations that were
plaguing him.
About five in the afternoon he called her, getting her
answering service. He left an urgent message for her to return his
call and lay down on his bed to nap. A couple of hours later he was
awakened from his sleep by her call-back. She agreed to meet him at a
local coffeehouse at eight so that they could talk things out.
***
"Siobhan, I'm confused." Jack started a bit lamely once they
were seated at a small table over in a corner of the large
coffeehouse.
"So I gathered," Siobhan replied with a trace of impatience in
her voice. Then she smiled and added, "but, then, you were confused to
begin with, so at least we're on familiar ground. What exactly are you
confused about, Jack?"
"Perhaps confused is the wrong word. Some things seem crystal
clear: I like you a lot; I find you incredibly attractive; and we've
had some mind-blowing nights together!"
"Okayyy... So what's the matter, then?"
"I guess it's just that our mind-blowing nights have done just
that: they've left my mind blown! I used to feel bad about thinking
about this _stuff_ all the time, but now that we're actually _doing_
it, I'm beginning to feel bad about doing it as well. Maybe it's just
that it's hard to break all those taboos so quickly without having
some second thoughts come up."
"Go on..."
"For instance, I've really been turned on by our playing all
these characters - Jackie & Mommie, and Jackson and so on - but I feel
like I'm beginning to lose track of who I really am! We'll get real
deep into one of these scenes and suddenly I'll think: 'what _am_ I?
Five or thirty? A painter or a butler? Am I a basically okay guy with
a few quirks or am I a bizarre infantile pervert on the brink of
psychosis?!!' Capice?"
"Yes, I know what you mean. I guess I sometimes forget that I
came to grips with all this quite a while back, so it seems entirely
natural to me now to jump back and forth between personae and so-
called reality." Siobhan leaned over the table and mashed a stray
cookie crumb beneath her forefinger. "Let me fill you in on how I
ended up balancing my daytime and night-time "me's", so to speak..."
"Please do!"
"All right. Did you ever read any James Hillman? We had a class
on his theories in grad school. Basically he contended that there is
no single real ego that one can identify as "me". Instead, he saw the
personality as made up of a whole bunch of different sub-personalities
each of which was largely the expression of an archetype. You're
familiar with archetypes, right?"
"Yeah. Jung and the Collective Unconscious, and all that..."
"Right. So, I decided to try an experiment and take Hillman at
his word. I decided that the familiar Siobhan Hayden "me" was a
fiction that was masking my actual complex personality. Over a period
of several weeks I tried to lay all my cards on the table with myself;
I tried to list and examine all my differing impulses, tastes,
predilections, and phobias and see what I ended up with! In the end I
came up with about a dozen recognizable "me's," each of whom were part
of the picture, but none of whom was worthy of hogging the whole show.
"It took some getting used to, but I ended up with this really
loose definition of myself that allowed for the Siobhan who wants to
be in control, as well as the Siobhan who likes to give up control. I
just figured that sometimes I liked to act out my maternal side and
other times my child-like side. See?
"In other words, I came to the conclusion that each "me" had
its proper time and place and I would be way ahead of the game if I
paid more attention to _that_ and less attention to trying to force
myself to buckle under to somebody else's image of who I should be all
the time."
Jack was impressed. If nothing else, Siobhan was a complex and
sophisticated woman - or was that _women_? - and she hadn't arrived at
her present state through sheer chance or folly. It might be argued
that she was just one brick shy of a full-blown Multiple Personality
Disorder, but somehow she seemed to make it work.
"Siobhan, you do seem on top of things. But while you were
describing all this, I just had a realization."
"You did? Well what was it?"
"I realized that the way we set things up to begin with was
with _you_ defining the characters and scenes. That's great for giving
your different "you's" free rein, but I just flashed that the "me's"
I've been playing out have been almost entirely defined by you!"
"Touche! Since one of your main fantasies was obviously being
dominated, I decided we could cover more ground quickly - and get both
of us off - if I ran the show that first night. And you _did_ need
some directing in order to get into the swing of things. So it just
seemed the natural thing to do last night, too.
"But maybe the next time we get together _you_ should call the
shots. Are you up for that? Do you think that'll help make things more
balanced?" Siobhan put her hand on his and squeezed. "I'm game if you
are!"
"Okay, that sounds like a good idea. We'll do that."
They sat there for a moment looking at each other quietly.
Then Jack spoke.
"Siobhan, there is one other thing that I haven't quite put
together. Excuse me for asking but how are you able to afford to live
in such a classy apartment? I don't mean to pry, but if we are going
to continue as friends it seems like a fair question."
Siobhan frowned to herself, as if she were weighing her
options. Then her face cleared, and she sighed.
"It is a fair question I suppose... If it seems like things
are a bit out of balance, I should probably come clean so that we're
playing on a level playing field, at least.
"I guess I must like you a lot, Jack, because when this
question came up in the past with other playmates I usually fibbed.
But you seem to deserve the truth. If you don't like what you hear -
well, it's been nice knowing you!"
"Oh c'mon, Siobhan. What's the big deal? Are you dealing
cocaine or something?"
"No, thank God for small favors. Here's the situation: I have
one long-time playmate, an extremely rich and generous old guy, who
I've done scenes with for several years.
"You see, I originally started out as a sex therapist when I
graduated from university back east and I guess word got around in
fairly high-powered circles that I was willing to help clients come to
terms with their sexual anxieties by running little psychodramas. It
was all on the up and up - no actual sex, which would have been
illegal anyway - but in therapeutic circles it was pretty strong
stuff.
"So through a referral from another client, this rich old guy
called up and I began to counsel him. Over the course of several weeks
it became clear that he wanted me to not only advise him but satisfy
his sexual needs as well. It was out of the question of course, but he
ended up offering me so much money that I literally could not refuse.
I started making more income from this one old fellow than from all my
other clients combined!
"Unfortunately his wife of 40 some years got wind of our
arrangement and exerted some pressure of her own which managed to get
me blackballed in therapeutic circles. My 'regular' clientele dried up
and I was left with just my rich benefactor. Ironically his wife was
unable to get him to drop me after all this. But he did suggest a
change of venue in order to get her off his back. So he set me up out
here on the West Coast where he comes to visit "on business" for two
or three days every month like clockwork.
"So, you see Jack, one of my "me's" is a blacklisted therapist
and a kept woman! She just happens to be the Siobhan that keeps all
the other Siobhan's fed with a roof over their heads.
"My Rubber Daddy, as I call him, is a sweet old guy - at least
with me - and he doesn't really care who I see on the side as long as
I'm on call for him and can devote total attention to him when he's in
town. The rest of the time I'm free to do as I like as long as I steer
clear of diseases and keep his name out of the papers.
"I've always had a playmate or two of my own on the side and
I'm beginning to inch back into professional work out here, so life is
pretty good. At least I like it. Are you horrified?"
"Siobhan, it sounds pretty cushy to me. Given the same
opportunity I'd probably have done the same thing. It doesn't really
phase me that much. Hell, I figured that I wasn't the only man in your
life. It sounds like I'm in pretty select company anyway!" Jack
chuckled. "Your Rubber Daddy, eh?"
"Yes, if you think _you're_ perverse, think again. He's got
rarified tastes of an extreme nature that make our little games seem
like grade school. He doesn't like for me to tell anyone else about
his tastes, though, so I better shut up."
"Okay, I can respect that. I'd just as soon you kept ours
private, too, for that matter."
"Of course. Not a pee . . . er, peep to anyone! Well, Jack,
let's call it a night. I'm still getting over last night and I need my
beauty sleep. We can check in with each other in another couple of
days, all right?"
Leaving the coffeehouse, Siobhan hailed a passing taxi and
they parted with a good night hug. For better or for worse, Jack's
hard to define misgivings were nowhere to be seen.
Time to Waste
by
Jack
Chapter Three
Jack returned to the paints with renewed vigor. One of the
things he liked most about being a painter was the freedom to set your
own hours and dive into your work when the creative juices were
flowing. He worked good long days on Sunday and Monday and Tuesday
came up for air. Late Tuesday morning he gave Siobhan's voice-mail a
call and suggested a rendezvous for that evening at his loft. When she
called back to agree, he asked if she had certain items in her
extensive wardrobe and if so, could she bring them?
Then Jack set about preparing for the night to come. He
already had a long roll of industrial plastic which he used for drop
cloths in painting. He cut off a fresh bed-sized sheet and re-made his
bed with the plastic and several towels layered for protection between
the mattress and the bedclothes. He paused for a sizable lunch with
plenty of bulk and roughage topped off with a bottle of diet soda. An
afternoon expedition to a nearby liquor store netted a bottle of good
champagne and plenty of bottled waters and sodas.
Jack's approach to creating scenarios was considerably less
spontaneous than Siobhan's. By the time she arrived that night, he had
mapped out several tantalizing sequences in his imagination and he
communicated the rough outlines of these dramas to Siobhan so that she
would know which way he desired things to go. Despite these being
characters and scenes of Jack's own devising, they still required that
Siobhan move the action along - often in a starring role - so he
carefully outlined the roles she was to play.
***
Jack sat on the couch reading the paper in a desultory fashion
as Siobhan first came into view. She was dressed in the fetching
uniform of a French maid, complete with short black skirt, fishnet
stockings, a white apron, and a plunging neckline which left little to
the imagination. Atop her head, a frilly white maid's cap was pinned
to her lush brown hair. She carried a feather duster and had a
determined look about her as if she were going to do some serious
cleaning. Jack's commanding voice brought her up short.
"There you are, Simone! I say, would you mind breaking out
some bubbly and bringing me a glass? I'm sure it will be just the
thing to relax me after a hard day signing checks!"
"Certainly, sir!" Siobhan said obediently, deftly rotating on
her high heels and clicking off towards the kitchen. Moments later she
returned bearing a chilled bottle of champagne brut and a tall
champagne glass.
She skillfully uncorked the bottle, avoiding flying corks, and
filled the glass. Walking over to Jack, she bent forward and handed
him the glass of pale yellow bubbling liquid with a flourish, giving
him a clear view of her soft breasts nearly falling out of her top.
"Thank you, Simone! Would you care to join me in a glass?"
"Oh no sir! I don't think I should! It wouldn't be proper, it
wouldn't!"
"Oh, nonsense! Go get a glass or I'll give you a spanking for
insubordination!"
"But sir! I'd just as soon not. With all due respect, I prefer
to keep my wits about me at all times!" Siobhan held her ground
firmly, resisting his suggestion.
"What? You dare turn down my generosity? This just won't do,
Simone! Not at all! Come here at once!" Jack chugged the rest of his
champagne in one gulp, feeling quite self- assured.
A look of chagrin crossed Siobhan's face and she held her head
down as she walked over to stand in front of Jack.
"We've been through this before, as you'll recall. Failure to
follow orders is inexcusable! I have no choice but to spank you until
you see reason! Come now! Bend over my knees!" Jack sat up, brought
his knees together, and pointed at them.
"But sir!" Siobhan pleaded, wringing her hands uneasily. "You
know I can't stand pain! It...it makes me lose control! And that only
makes things worse!"
"I can't help that, Simone!" Jack said firmly. "You must learn
to maintain control just like you must learn to obey! Now lie across
my knees this instant!"
"But..."
"Butt is right! Do it!"
Siobhan sighed resignedly and stepped over beside his legs.
She slowly draped herself across his knees, her short skirt riding up
her grand buttocks. Her left elbow and forearm rested on the couch and
she hid her face in her hands and let her long hair fall down about
her head, masking it from view.
"Now, Simone, if this spanking is to register properly, I
think we must pull down your panties." Jack rubbed his right palm
around on her upper thighs slowly, before lifting her skirt up to her
waist. The vixen wasn't wearing any panties!
"Really, Simone! This is extraordinary! You presume to trot
around dusting and keeping house without proper undergarments? You are
due an even harsher spanking for such brazen behavior! Don't you
agree?" Jack was pinching Siobhan's buttocks briskly, making the blood
rush to the surface in little red spots.
"Yes, sir." Siobhan sobbed. "I've no excuse. I do like the
feel of the air on my privates, but it isn't proper! I try hard to do
right but deep down I'm just a trollop!"
"I dare say you are! But we'll make a proper maid of you yet!"
SMACK!
Jack slapped his palm against her protruding ass.
"Ouch!" Siobhan started.
"Quiet!"
SMACK!
This time Siobhan kept her mouth shut, letting only a small
peep escape. Jack rested his palm on her reddened butt, feeling the
warmth his spanking was creating.
SMACK!
A muffled moan came from Siobhan as she pressed her mouth
against her fist. Jack ran his hand over her inflamed buttocks in
small circles, caressing the flesh, soothing it, only to strike again.
SMACK!
Siobhan squirmed. The scent of an aroused pussy rose from
between her legs, intoxicating Jack further. He dragged his fingers
across her cheeks, tickling and teasing her tenderness.
SMACK!
"Please sir! No more! That's enough! I don't think I can stand
much further! The pain .. .!"
"Pain? This is kid's stuff, my dear! You should be grateful!
Why, I've got a mind to get my switch!"
SMACK!
Siobhan ground her pussy into his thighs, squirming like a
stuck pig.
"Oh no! oh no!" she squealed. "I'm losing control....!"
Siobhan flailed her legs wildly and rubbed her cunt up against
Jack's swelling crotch. Then suddenly her flailing stopped as she
pressed urgently against Jack and moaned. Her legs parted slightly and
Jack heard the hiss of spurting pee. Siobhan was pissing wantonly all
over his pants.
He felt the warm wetness soak through and reach his now rigid
cock. He thrust his hand between her parted thighs and cupped her
pussy, letting her acrid pee flow over his hand and through his
fingers. He tickled a wet finger along her labia which opened to his
touch, dripping a mixture of slippery sex juice and piss. His finger
sluiced easily inside, and he worked it around as she groaned huskily.
"Please sir! Fill me!" Siobhan squirmed off his lap and pushed
herself forward on the couch, waving her raised ass at him. Her flow
had stopped but her tangle of curly pubes was still full of pee. "Help
me, please! Your hand! Stick it in me! I can take it!"
Sweat broke out on Jack's brow. The mingled odor of a pussy in
heat and salty pee everywhere assaulted his nose. I'd better take this
slowly, he said to himself. This may be tricky.
Past women in Jack's life had often complimented him on his
soft artist's hands. He had sometimes felt self-conscious that he
didn't have the callouses and dirt under his nails that one might find
with men in tougher jobs. On the other hand, gentle hands did have
their uses, he mused.
With his left hand he stroked Siobhan's back, kneading her
muscles tenderly. Meanwhile he carefully wedged two fingers of his
right hand into her sopping cunt, wiggling his fingers around,
exploring the interior of her vagina. Siobhan pushed back urgently and
moaned. He worked his fingers in and out, greasing her into a
vibrating state of expectation. Then withdrawing, he reinserted three
fingers and increased the tension.
Siobhan was breathing heavily and whispering to herself in
short little exclamations that Jack couldn't quite make out. Her cunt
sucked at his digits as he moved them slowly around. She was so juicy
now that he was sure he wouldn't need any extra lubrication for
further explorations.
Again he withdrew his hand and brought four fingers together
into a tight pointed wedge. He rubbed his fingers up and down between
her pussy lips, tickling her sensitive parts and wetting his digits
thoroughly. Then with excruciating slowness he worked his hand inch by
inch into her cunt. Siobhan alternated between squeezing against his
hand tightly and relaxing to let it in.
Jack's thumb stood out by her perineum and as he moved his
fingers around in her pussy he pushed the thumb against her puckered
asshole. Her anal opening was nearly as juicy as her vagina and with a
quick push his thumb plugged up her nether hole. Jack felt like his
hand was in a living mitten as he forked it around, pinching the thin
membrane of flesh between her pussy and anal passage.
"Ohhhh, baby!" Siobhan was flying, dancing with his hand and
plying her fingers around and around on her engorged clit. "Fist me!
Please! I want you all in there!"
"Here goes!" Jack muttered gamely. He slid his hand out and
sucked his thumb briefly, cleaning it for its final destination. Then
he pressed his thumb down tightly against his other fingers, shaping
his hand into as compact a wedge as he could. He pushed against her
pussy opening. The tips of his fingers went in slickly and then
stopped. This was never going to work, he thought. She's got a tight
little cunt, bless her. How can she take a whole hand?
Siobhan, however, had her ways. She let up on her clit play
and relaxed. Jack felt her cunt open and his five digits sank in up to
the knuckles. Somewhat gingerly he twisted his full fingers around
inside her, feeling the walls of her uterus yield.
"Unnhhh." Siobhan was grunting as if she were about to take
the biggest dump of her life. Her cunt pulsed against his hand and
Jack tried to pull his fingers together into an even tighter unit. He
withdrew half an inch, gave a slight twist and pushed again just as
Siobhan sucked in her breath and wantonly pushed back. Suddenly his
whole hand slipped in past the tight ring of cuntal muscles and he was
in her! Siobhan let out a scream of pleasure, pain, and victory and
nearly crushed the delicate bones in his hand with a spasm of vaginal
strength.
Jack felt like his hand had become an intimate limb attached
to her body. The slightest movement of his trapped fingers seemed to
stir up waves of energy inside her over which he had no control.
Siobhan rode his hand wildly, urging him to meet her thrusts and fuck
her for all she was worth. There was a palpable electric current
coursing from his fist up into her inner body and Jack wondered if his
arm and her privates were going to melt down in a rush of kundalini
fire.
Notions of maid and master were long since forgotten as the
pair meshed their attention together. Both of them were sweating
heavily and the athletic stink of perspiration mixed with the acrid
odor of piss and the musky smell of sex was thick in the air. The
funky stench only added to their wild abandon.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Siobhan uttered her orgasmic mantra
over and over as the tension built to an almost unbearable level.
Jack's hand felt like it was in the grip of the most excruciating and
grinding handshake he had ever felt. For a moment he scolded himself
for doing this with his right hand - his painting hand! - and wondered
if he'd make it through without being crippled for life. He clenched
his hand, as if to fight back, and at that moment Siobhan came in the
climax of her life. Her pussy walls gripped his hand, she scissored
her thighs together and squirted a clear stream of ejaculate all over
the couch beneath her.
"Oh mama!" Jack shouted and he succumbed to a wave of warmth
and release as he spurted come all over the inside of his pants.
The spent pair collapsed together in a pile on the couch and
sank into sweet oblivion for ages. Once Siobhan was fully relaxed Jack
was able to withdraw his hand and he found it still intact. He reached
over to the forgotten bottle of champagne and refilled his glass. He
handed it to the languid figure beside him.
"So, Simone. Will you have a little bubbly, now?"
"Yes sir. I'm parched."
Siobhan downed the glass in several hearty swallows and fell
back in a satisfied swoon. Eventually, she rose dreamily from the
couch and went off to the bathroom to clean up.
By the time she returned, Jack was ready to wash up and start
anew. Siobhan blew him a kiss as she walked over towards the bedroom
to prepare for their next scene.
Jack hiked over to the bathroom sink and brushed his teeth
vigorously. He shed his battered slacks and shirt for a pair of shorts
and a t-shirt. Then he crept back over in the dark to crouch behind
the dresser. He poked his head around the side of the dresser and was
rewarded with a delicious sight. Siobhan was wrapped in a green
patterned dress that set off her voluptuous curves wonderfully. Her
legs were set off by sheer seamed stockings and judging from the
extreme cleavage she was showing, she was wearing a pushup bra as
well.
As Jack spied on her from his secret position, he saw her yawn
and then slowly unbutton her dress in front of a full length mirror
near the foot of the bed. She stepped out of the dress and carefully
laid it on the bed. She wore a black slip which covered her
undergarments and Jack held his breath as she quietly took this off as
well. Siobhan's bra was made of black lace with wire undersupport.
Its '50s-style design lifted her heavy breasts up and shaped them
into pointed missiles. Her stockings were held up by several black
elastic garter straps attached to a black garter belt trimmed with
lace. Her black panties had been pulled on over the garter straps so
that they could be removed without disturbing the stockings.
Looking deeply into the mirror, as if entranced with her own
exotic beauty, Siobhan reached between her breasts and unclipped the
small fastener between the cups. She shed the now useless brassiere
and let her jiggly mounds of titflesh drop free. They hung low -
nearly to her navel - but kept their shape amazingly well considering
their size. Siobhan stood there contemplating her breasts in the
mirror, soothing the marks where the bra had chaffed her skin. Then
she started to trace a path around the edges of her large areoles with
her finger tips, gently pinching at the brown flesh and making it
wrinkle and pout. Her already prominent nipples grew hard and
lengthened even more. Siobhan was just beginning to moan audibly and
twist her nipples between her fingers when Jack suddenly sneezed.
Shocked, she spun around and caught him spying on her wanton scene of
self- manipulation. She tried to hide her naked breasts by covering
them with her small hands. She did not succeed very well.
"A peeper! Come out here boy, at once!"
"Yes, Mrs. Gallagher!" Jack said in a small, guilt- stricken
voice.
"Why it's Johnny Newton, the neighbor's son! How long have you
been spying on me, Johnny?"
"Gee, Mrs. Gallagher, not very long: just since you started
undressing."
"Since I started - why, I've got a mind to report you to the
police! They know what to do with peeping toms like you! What do you
have to say for yourself, Johnny?"
"Please, Mrs. Gallagher, I won't do it again. Don't tell the
cops or my parents. It's just that I've seen you so often in the
neighborhood and at the corner store and stuff and I thought you were
so beautiful. Then when I was walking by tonight, your shades were up
and I saw you start to undress through the window and I couldn't tear
my eyes away!" Jack kept his eyes downcast and squirmed and fidgeted.
However his rampant erection threatening to bust through his shorts
contrasted with his repentant manner.
"Why Johnny, I'm flattered that you find me attractive,"
Siobhan exclaimed, warming somewhat to her captured voyeur. "The size
of my bust seems to scare most men away. Ever since Mr. Gallagher died
unexpectedly of heart failure right in the middle of - well, of some
marital duties, I've been unsuccessful in attracting another husband.
Unfortunately, my dear, I'm afraid that you are far too young for the
job." Siobhan peered more closely at Jack and spotted his shorts
tenting out in front of him. "On the other hand, you _do_ seem to be
rather precocious in the Tool Department, so to speak! Come closer,
Johnny!"
"Yes, Mrs. Gallagher!" Jack inched over to where Siobhan
stood. "I really like your breasts, Mrs. Gallagher! They don't scare
me at all! They just make me feel all hot and stiff!"
"So I see, Johnny!" Siobhan removed her hands from her tits
and placed them on her hips. Her nipples were still hardened and
seemed to wink lewdly at him. "However, it is very naughty to spy on
women when they are undressing, and you mustn't think that I will just
let you go without punishing you! You've been bad, don't you agree,
Johnny?"
"Yes, Mrs. Gallagher. I didn't _mean_ to be bad, but when I
saw you I couldn't help myself!"
"And now here you are taunting me - Me! a virtuous widow! -
with this .. . this erect .. . PRICK! There! I've said it!
"I think we are going to have to take care of a few things
around here immediately if you are to learn your lesson and be saved
from a downward spiral of voyeurism, breast fetishism, and rampant
priapism. I think an appropriate punishment would be for you to do my
bidding for the rest of the evening, like a good boy! Then if you
serve me well, I may let you go without blowing the whistle on your
peepery!"
"Oh, I'll serve you very well, Mrs. Gallagher! Just give me a
chance!"
"Very well, Johnny! Now, I was just getting ready for a nice
bubblebath when I was so rudely interrupted. I think it would be only
fitting that you help me finish undressing and prepare my bath for me.
Perhaps I should have you scrub me down as well. There are some hard
to get to parts that would benefit from a boy's nimble touch."
Oh boy, Jack thought to himself, I'm in for it now!
Siobhan placed her right hand on Jack's head and pressed down.
"Down on your knees, Johnny! And while you're down there, why
don't you remove my panties for me? Yes, you can use your hands.
Gently, gently, that's it!"
Jack pulled her panties away from her hairy crotch and slid
them down her stockinged legs and over her high-heel clad feet.
"Oh dear! Look at those filthy things, Johnny!" Siobhan said
gesturing at the panties in his hands. Jack looked down and saw a
large stain of pussy juice fresh from her creamy cunt. He sniffed it
and nearly swooned. "I hope you like that pussy smell, Johnny, because
I think you had better suck on those panties until they are clean! You
made them dirty by surprising me and taunting me with your erection!
Now you can dry clean them for me!"
Siobhan sat back on the bed and spread her legs wide. While
Jack knelt there with her panties in his mouth, sucking madly and
watching her every move, she fluffed her pubic hair, pulling the
matted curls away from her large pink clit and prominent rippled
labia. She stuck a finger between her pussy lips and stirred it around
and then brought it to her own lips.
"Mmm. Not bad, if I do say so myself! How are those panties
coming, Johnny?"
"Grrmmphh!" Jack said.
"What's that?" Siobhan leaned forward and yanked the panties
from his mouth.
"Just fine, I was saying," Jack replied, a drip of drool
falling from his lower lip onto his shorts.
"Yes, they do look much cleaner. Thank you." Siobhan tossed
the panties over her head to the other side of the bed. Then she fell
back on the bed, her mane of brown hair forming a cushion around her
head.
"Oh dear. I seem to be overcome with a fit of lassitude.
You'll have to remove my shoes and hose for me, Johnny. And please
hurry up! I'm getting impatient for this bubble bath!"
"Yes, Mrs. Gallagher."
Painstakingly, Jack removed Siobhan's high heels, thrusting
his nose deep into each of them in turn and taking a healthy whiff.
Then he put them aside and started in on her stockings, carefully
unfastening the garters and rolling the hose down her shapely legs.
Lastly, he unfastened her garter belt and stood up straight by the
side of the bed. The whole time he had been doing this Siobhan had
been fondling her clitoris and uttering little sighs and whimpers.
Jack was getting worked up just watching her.
"Gosh, Mrs. Gallagher! Can I help with that? It looks like
you've got a little penis all your own!"
"It does, doesn't it? This is just my love button, Johnny.
Every woman has one; it's just that mine is, well, more developed than
most!"
"It sure looks like it would be fun to play with, Mrs.
Gallagher!"
"I'm sure it would be. Perhaps if you remove your shorts and
bring your own, er, little penis over here, you can rub yours against
mine. We can see if that helps!"
"Wow, what a good idea!" Jack had his shorts off in a flash
and clambered onto the bed between Siobhan's legs. His prick was
dropping pre-cum and he caught a few strands with his finger and
smeared the goo onto her stiff clit. Then he took the swollen head of
his cock and rubbed it back and forth against her "little penis." The
friction was sensational and both of them let out sighs at once.
Siobhan arched her back and gripped her areoles roughly as Jack
frigged her clit with his own dick.
"Johnny, Please! Be a good boy and stuff your fingers into my
pussy would you? Our pricks rubbing together feel so good that I need
something inside me."
Jack worked two fingers into her tight cunt, flipping them
around inside. Withdrawing slightly he added his thumb and pushed.
Siobhan squeezed her pussy muscles around his fingers and he fought
back, tapping her spongy g-spot with his middle finger.
"Oh Johnny! Oh! That's it! Thatta boy! Oh, yes!" Siobhan was
flopping around like a fish out of water. Then her whole body
stiffened, her hungry cunt contracted, almost crushing his hand, and
she came in a flood of her own juices.
Jack left his fingers in for a little while and then gently
withdrew them and brought them to his mouth. He licked her sweet cunt
juice off his hand slowly, savoring the taste and odor.
"Well, Johnny! That was very helpful of you. Now be a dear and
go run my bath for me, would you? I'll be with you in a minute."
Jack looked longingly from his still stiff cock to the languid
figure on the bed, sighed, and did as he was told.
A few minutes later, Siobhan strolled over to his side by the
tub, her hair slightly tousled and his bathrobe wrapped around her
body. Jack shut off the water and she shed the bathrobe, stepping
delicately into the steaming tub. Soon she was lying back in a cloud
of soap bubbles, sighing with her eyes closed.
After resting a good while with eyes closed and a blissful
look on her face, Siobhan finally sat up and gestured to her bad boy-
servant. "Johnny, please come here and help me clean these hard to get
to places, would you? You may start by washing my back."
Jack took a washcloth and at first gently and then vigorously
scrubbed her back, running his hand up and down the grove of her
spine.
"Ah, that's nice. Thank you. And now, would you mind cleaning
my anus? I know this is an embarrassing thing to ask, Johnny, but it
does get so dirty and I have such trouble keeping it clean."
Siobhan sat up on the side of the tub, her feet and legs in
the water and her ample bottom overflowing the porcelain. Jack knelt
by the tub and washed her buttocks.
"That feels good, Johnny. But I'm afraid you're not getting to
the heart of the matter. Perhaps if you got in the tub with me, we
could get this done better!" She got up and stood in the tub, while
Jack shed his clothes and stepped in beside her.
"Okay. Now sit down, Johnny, and I'll bend over like so."
Siobhan backed her dripping butt into his face and parked her
troublesome asshole right on his nose. Her anus widened and bulged and
she cut a powerful fart which almost hurt his lungs with its gassy
pungency.
"Oh dear! See what I mean? I'm afraid it needs a very good
cleaning! You had better use your tongue!"
Jack licked his lips and kissed her anus wetly. Her whole
underside felt all spongy from the bathwater and he enjoyed the tickle
of the wet hairs on his tongue and lips as he orally probed her anus.
As before during their first night together, he discovered that her
rectum was packed tight with shit. Feeling with his sensitive tongue,
he realized that these were particularly hard turds this time.
"How's it going down there, Johnny?" a female voice
interrupted his reveries.
"Wow, Mrs. Gallagher! I don't know if you were aware of this
but your bottom is totally stuffed with turds! It's really cool!"
"I'm glad you like it, Johnny! I've been saving them up for
someone special. I guess you're it! But I'd appreciate a little more
tongue work before we finish off this cleanup job, okay?
"Sure thing, Mrs. Gallagher!" Jack went back to her wrinkled
anus and tickled it with his tongue. He grabbed both of her cheeks
with his hands and pulled them wide in order to make her asshole even
more accessible. He plunged his tongue back in and snaked it up her
rectum, wiggling it alongside the hardened turd lying in wait in her
colon. Siobhan moaned, flexed her buttocks, and another nose-numbing
fart escaped right into his mouth. Jack swallowed the gas and then
froze in a panic as Siobhan grunted and an explosion of turds suddenly
erupted from her anus. Jack's mouth was stuffed with the foul dung and
as he reeled back from her ass, a second volley of chunks burst forth
and dropped into the bath water around them.
"Ghawaugghh!" Jack gagged and spat the compacted shit out of
his mouth. For a second he thought he was going to vomit, but the
feeling passed quickly and he made do with scooping some bath bubbles
into his mouth and swishing them around.
"Oops!" said Siobhan mischievously. "I guess that's what
happens to bad boys who peep at poor defenseless widows!"
Siobhan stepped quickly out of the tub, leaving Jack still
transfixed in some sort of altered state while her turds floated
around him in the bathwater.
"Ewww. Gross! Well, Johnny, I'm going to bed. I'll leave it to
you to clean up the tub. And really, you may want to rinse off again
after all that!"
Siobhan quickly dried off, put on his bathrobe, and walked
away, pulling the string on the overhead bathroom light as she left.
Jack lay back in the tub in the dark, feeling the floating
turds bump against his chest and raised knees. He suddenly clenched
his buttocks and then relaxed, expelling some gas in a funny-sounding
series of bubbles that tickled as they rose to the water's surface.
The intensity of the scene had thrown Jack back into reliving
his earliest memory from his childhood. Lost in a half-dream state, he
peed into the warm bathwater contentedly. Then he flexed his anal
muscles and sighed as he added his own ample feces to the accumulation
in the tub.
Baby Jack was maybe a year and a half old, sleeping by himself
in his crib at night. It was dark in his room and he was nearly all
alone - it was just him and his diapers. Baby Jack felt a pleasurable
tension building inside him which came to a climax as he peed and
pooped his diapers full. He rolled around in the crib, enjoying the
feeling of warmth in his now heavy diapers. Flailing his hands and
feet around, Baby Jack somehow managed to work his way out of his
diapers. He moved his hands around in his poop, squeezing it through
his little fingers and bringing his hands to his mouth. Baby Jack was
hungry and the brown stuff tasted sweetish as he sucked on his
fingers. This was his, all his! He had made it, he could play with it,
eat it, smell it, smear it on his body. Baby Jack felt so happy
playing by himself in his crib.
It was a rude shock, then, when his Mother looked in to see
how he was doing, only to discover the incredibly gross scene of her
Baby Jack reveling in his own shit. She screamed and scolded Baby Jack
as she took away his precious poop and roughly washed him off. Baby
Jack had been so happy and then suddenly his Mother had taken his
happiness away, telling him he was naughty and should never do that
ever again!
Baby Jack cried a long time that night, resenting Mother and
the destruction of his idyllic state of satisfaction. In some
preverbal fashion Baby Jack resolved to keep his poop for himself from
now on, only letting go of it when forced to, when he couldn't hold it
in anymore.
Jack shuddered as it all came back. His anger at his mother,
his fascination with products of the body, his associations of
pleasure with excrement. He had never really gotten over it he
realized, and lying there steeped in the fragrant bath he would be
hard put to say that he was over it now, either.
The main difference between then and now, he thought to
himself as he pulled the plug from the drain and rinsed himself off
with a quick shower, was that at this late date he got to clean up the
mess himself. And I'm not yelling at myself, he mused. At least I
don't think I am.
When Jack got into bed in the darkened loft, Siobhan was
waiting for him. She had changed into some flannel pajamas that she
had brought along, and the combination of her body heat and the soft
fuzzy fabric served as an invitation to cuddle.
"Did you enjoy tonight, Jack?" Siobhan asked quietly as she
took his hand which he had placed softly on her belly and intertwined
her fingers with his. They lay together on their sides like a pair of
spoons, with Jack hugging her from behind. "Do you still feel like
something's wrong?"
"No, I feel like we're in the middle of a long voyage into
uncharted waters! Every time we get together and play, I feel like
another piece of the puzzle falls into place, but it's a very big
puzzle and we've just put together one corner of the whole picture.
"After you left, I was lying in the tub and I suddenly relived
this traumatic incident from when I was a baby. I was playing with my
shit in my crib and my mother discovered me and flipped out. I could
still feel her anger and my own chagrin at having my innocent fun
destroyed! Pretty amazing, eh? Here I am 30 years later and it still
stings!"
"Jack, that's a very important breakthrough!" Siobhan's husky
voice rose slightly in the dim light. "Excuse me if I put on my sex
therapist hat for a moment, but that memory coming up - and you
looking it in the face and feeling it all over again - is a very good
sign! You remember my toast to self-discovery last week? This is what
these games are all about! Sure they're kinky and taboo and a turn on,
but the excitement they produce is like a homing device. If we steer
our way through all these things successfully, the end result isn't
psychosis - if that's what you're afraid of. The end result is freedom
from our past conditioning!
"Just you watch! I'll bet that other repressed memories start
coming up if we stay on the right track, and ultimately you'll have a
much better sense of what makes you tick. And once you have that,
you'll be able to choose how you want to live rather than feel like
you're being run by your compulsions." Siobhan moved their intertwined
hands and cupped them around one of her breasts.
"Wait a minute, Siobhan," Jack protested. "If the end- result
of all these fun and games is freedom from compulsion, why do you
still feel the need to play them yourself? Why don't you just grow up
and get over it?"
"Because, you idiot, like I said before, I _choose_ to play. I
know what turns me on and I know why and I also know that that's only
part of the picture. I am an adult, you twerp, and we may yet make
_you_ into one as well!
"When I play Mommie or Mistress or Maid, I'm temporarily
putting on a role that has a certain pleasure for me - and for you, as
we well know. I'm stepping into that alternate reality and then a
while later I step out again. It's like visiting an old friend from
time to time. On the other hand, if I were in the grips of a
compulsion, I'd be unconsciously playing out those roles in my daily
life, over and over, in self-destructive ways.
"Can you see the difference?"
Jack mulled it over. Siobhan's warm, flannel-clad body next to
his seemed so down-to-earth, so wholesome, and her explanation seemed
so reasonable, that he was in no mood to argue further.
"Yeah, I guess so," he admitted slowly.
"Listen! I'll give you concrete example. We're lying here
under the covers, all close and comfy. Right?"
"Right..."
Siobhan moved their hands from her swelling breast and placed
them in the warm fold of her pajama crotch.
"Now, let's say I want to add a little spice into our
cuddling. I know we both enjoy the feeling of warmth and wetness. So I
decide to do this!"
Under the covers Jack could feel Siobhan shift her thighs
slightly and then there was a sudden short spurt of hot pee wetting
their hands held between her legs. As quickly as Siobhan had turned
the flow on, she shut it off. Blood pounded in Jack's head as the
feeling of intimacy between them leapt up several notches.
"See? I _chose_ to pee so that we could enjoy the sensation. I
didn't _have_ to. I'm not an uncontrollable bedwetter, right? In fact,
I _never_ wet the bed .. . except when I choose to!"
Jack was getting excited all over again, despite his original
intention to call it a night after the tub scene and drift off to
sleep.
"God, Siobhan, you are such a turn-on!" Jack breathed warmly
in her ear. "At this point I don't care if you are _choosing_ to piss
or are totally out of control. All I know is that I want more!"
Jack disentangled his hand from hers and thrust his hand under
the elastic waist of her pajamas. He felt the drops of urine clinging
to her pubic hairs and rubbed them into the folds of her pussy and
around her clitoral mound.
"Please Siobhan! Pee for me!"
Siobhan let out another quick spurt. The touch of its
scalding wetness directly on his fingers made Jack feel like he had to
piss, too.
"You know, Jack!" Siobhan said resolutely. "It seems like I'm
the one doing all the peeing tonight. I think it would be more cozy if
we both peed together. Here, let's get in a better position." Siobhan
raised her right leg, allowing Jack to scoot down and position his
half-erect cock right under her pajama crotch.
"Okay, sweetheart. Now hold me close." Siobhan let her leg
down, trapping Jack's dick in place against her flannel covered
snatch. Lying on his left side behind her, Jack threaded his left hand
into her great mane of hair, fondling her neck, and hugged her hips to
him with his right arm.
"Jack!" Siobhan whispered. "I'm peeing for you."
"I'm pissing too, Siobhan! I'm pissing all over your cunt!"
The randy pair cut loose, flooding each other's privates.
Siobhan's piss filled her pajama bottoms, and ran off her thighs and
soaked into the towels carefully laid beneath the sheets. Jack stuck
his right hand back inside Siobhan's pajamas and let their twin
streams wash over his hand. He guided the pee all over their privates,
relishing the warm liquid intermingling with the hair on his balls and
smearing the piss all around Siobhan's inner things and the crack
between her great buttocks.
Their flow ceased and they lay there for a moment reveling in
the taboo thrill of having wet all over themselves. Jack felt his cock
getting hard between Siobhan's damp legs and he moved back a bit,
pulling her pajama bottoms down and shoving the bedcovers out of the
way. Siobhan rolled over on her back and spread her legs wide. Her
right hand strummed her erect clit frantically.
"Fuck me, you pisser!" she hissed urgently.
"Oh baby!" Jack grunted as he inserted the head of his dick
between her pee-drenched pussy lips and firmly shoved it in to the
hilt. Siobhan's vaginal walls gripped him in a wonderfully tight hug
and the friction was sensational as he slowly moved in and out. Jack
sat back on his haunches and reached out to Siobhan's big lolling
tits. Her nipples were gathered up in large bumps of wrinkled nerve
clusters and Jack poked his fingers in a circle around each dark
areole and gripped large hunks of tit-flesh. He tugged mightily while
Siobhan thrust her sopping pussy up to meet him each time he rammed
his dick in.
"Harder! Harder! Yesss! Ram it, fucker!!"
Jack marveled at the verbal filth exuding from Siobhan's
mouth. She was whipped into a frenzy, bouncing up and down on the
soggy sheets and wrapping her legs tightly around his butt. As Jack
twisted her areole back and forth, pushing against her hard nipples
with his thumbs and mashing them against her rib cage, she grabbed the
bed's headboard above her head and arched her back. Her hand was a
blur at her clit, frantically caressing the engorged organ, and then
she seemed to suddenly gather all her energy into herself for a second
and let her climax wash over her.
"Shitttt!!"
There was something overpowering about that word uttered by
Siobhan as she thrashed and then went rigid in orgasmic trance.
"Whoaa! Fuck!!"
Jack felt his own orgasm exploding and he suddenly pulled out
of Siobhan. He gripped his dick and spewed come all over her tits and
face, transforming the lovely little pervert on the bed beneath him
into a pulsating Jackson Pollack painting. In Jack's mind his sperm
was multi-colored, splatters of red and blue and yellow commingling
across her flesh.