Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.watersports
From: an33113@anon.penet.fi (Rex Amor)
Subject: Time to Waste (mf,scat,ws,)
Date: Thu, 13 Oct 1994 16:19:14 UTC
Time to Waste
by
Jack
Chapter Four
"Jack, I've got a proposition for you."
"Shoot... I'm listening, Siobhan!"
"How about an evening together without the scenes and the
personae? Just you and me. Maybe we can go out to a restaurant and a
movie, or something."
"Hey, sounds okay to me! I probably should have proposed it
already myself."
Truth to tell, Jack was ready for a little reality. He had a
big gallery show coming up just two months and had been busting his
ass trying to produce enough pieces for the show. He was so hard at
work that he rarely left the loft, and Siobhan was almost the only
person he had spoken to in weeks. The combination of hard work and
hard play had left him feeling somewhat unreal. Playing out scenes
with Siobhan was great, but he was ready for an evening together
without having to act out other personalities and roles.
Besides, Jack was curious if there would still be a strong
attraction between them if they gave Mommie and Jackson and the rest
of the gang a night off for a change.
Siobhan, showing characteristic taste, chose a small
restaurant which served excellent food at only mildly distressing
prices. Sensing Jack's meager resources, Siobhan insisted they go
Dutch, for which Jack was quite grateful. After dinner, they walked to
a nearby theater and caught the latest Shwartzenegger action movie, an
overblown concoction of blood and explosions which proved eminently
forgettable as soon as they left the theater. They stopped at a
crowded bar across the street for a nightcap, but soon found it
impossible to hear themselves without shouting. And so they hailed a
cab and arrived back at Siobhan's highrise, well before eleven.
* * *
Siobhan's bedroom had a look of luxurious comfort about it. A
soft down comforter was spread out on the old fashioned canopied
four-poster bed. As Jack removed his shoes and socks, the plush pile
of the carpet caressed his feet. Instead of turning on any lights,
Siobhan let the room be lit by the moonlight coming from the full moon
which seemed positioned in the sky right outside her balcony. Jack
removed the last of his clothes and looked across the room at Siobhan.
She had walked through the sliding doors onto her balcony and was
standing looking out over the city, clad only in her slip and
underthings. Jack could see the shape of her heavy breasts silhouetted
in the moonlight through the flimsy white slip. He padded quickly
across the room and out onto the balcony, embracing her from behind,
his throbbing erection rubbing against her satiny buttocks.
"Jack, would you do something naughty for me?" Siobhan asked,
an impish tone in her voice.
"Sure thing, baby. Though I'd rather do something naughty _to_
you!"
"Patience, patience, my boy! The night is young and we have to
get warmed up, you know. If you'll do this for me, I'll do something
for you. Fair enough?"
"Fine. So, what is it?"
Siobhan turned around in his arms and looked into his eyes.
She pressed her fleshy breasts against him and grabbed his ass cheeks
with her small strong hands.
"I feel like we're on top of the world tonight. We can do
anything we desire and nobody can stop us! Jack, I want to see you
pissing on the world! I want you to pee off the balcony and make it
rain below! I want you to give golden showers to the whole city!"
Images of solid citizens being drenched with his urine, of
police sirens, and of irate cops knocking at Siobhan's condo door ran
quickly through Jack's mind. He moved sideways a step and leaned out
over the balcony railing. Miniature cars sped by on the street
eighteen stories below. The highrise's entrance was well around the
corner and there were no pedestrians in sight.
"Aw, what the hell!" he muttered. Siobhan grasped his cock
lightly and directed it through the balcony railing, pointing it out
straight at a 90 degree angle.
"Piss on them, Jack! Hose the fuckers down!" Siobhan was
quivering with excitement and her warm little fingers felt ticklish on
Jack's dick. He pressed down with his stomach muscles and felt a surge
of forbidden power as his pee gushed out in a grand arc.
"Ah, those golden arches!" He laughed and reveled in a sense
of freedom as his urine lifted into the air, glistening in the
moonlight and then disappearing silently into the night sky and
dropping towards the waiting earth below.
Would anyone notice? he wondered. Perhaps a motorist or two
would feel some drops on their cars and chalk it up to - what? - acid
rain? Eighteen stories up, with no other tall buildings within blocks,
Jack felt supremely anonymous. A lone human relieving himself . . .
the quintessentially natural act of all time.
Jack felt his stream of pee slackening and shivered as a few
drops dampened his crotch. He looked down to discover Siobhan kneeling
and running her fingers through the declining stream, savoring the
warmth and wetness. His flow stopped and she got up and slapped him
playfully on the butt with her piss-drenched hand. It made a soggy
smacking sound.
"Thanks, Jack! I guess I still get a thrill from pranks like
that every now and then." Even in the moonlight, Jack could see the
heightened color on Siobhan's cheeks. There was a tension in the air
which made Jack swallow suddenly before he spoke.
"You're welcome, Siobhan. And now, I believe it's your turn to
do something naughty?"
"Oops! You're right. Just name it, I'll do it!"
Jack chuckled to himself as a sudden inspiration sprang to his
mind.
"All right, Siobhan! If the City deserves to be pissed on, I'm
sure it deserves to be shat on as well! I see your pee and raise it
one shit!"
Siobhan's nostrils flared and her eyes shown with a manic
glint for a moment.
"Okay. I'll do it!" she declared. Siobhan pulled the slip over
her head and tossed it back into the bedroom. She pulled her panties
down and stepped out of them. She stood before Jack, with only her bra
remaining. Her dark nipples shown through the white lace, bunched in
hard points. Jack wanted to knead them and chew them badly, but he
held back.
"Let's see. How shall we do this?" Siobhan asked herself out
loud. "I can't poop through the railing. Hmm, I know . . and looked
out through the railing at the City lights. She cupped her hands
together under her ample buttocks and grunted.
"Nnngghhh!"
"Oh baby! You are such a sight!" Jack enthused. He adored the
oval shape of her bottom pushing out as Siobhan rocked on the balls of
her feet, urging the shit through her colon. Jack squatted down behind
her and tried to make out the sight of what was happening. Her ass was
partly hidden in shadows, but his eyes adjusted to the dim light and a
thrill shot through his body.
Siobhan panted heavily and grunted again.
"Brapppp!"
Siobhan's anus ballooned and a pungent fart escaped. Jack
grasped his hardened cock and shook it as the odor assaulted his nose.
And then a large turd emerged slowly from the beautiful woman's
asshole, several inches exiting before the sheer weight caused it to
break off and fall into her waiting hands. Siobhan pushed again and
defecated another stretch of firm brown shit. One final grunt and a
small brown straggler emerged and dropped on top of the mighty
steaming pile in her hands.
"Whew!" Siobhan sighed as she brought her hands up and slowly
rose from her squat. "God, that felt good!"
She turned around and stood before him, presenting her handful
of warm turds for his approval. "Shall I toss them or do you want to?"
she asked.
"Let's both do it!" Jack exclaimed excitedly. He carefully
grasped a couple of chunks, leaving some in her hands. Her stools were
warm to the touch and the primal stench was fierce.
"Take that!" He yelled, and flung the turds far out into the
night air. The pair watched as the shit hurtled to the street below,
narrowly missing a passing taxi.
"Shit on you!" Siobhan yelled lustily and threw her crap
aloft. It plummeted down and hit a tree top, fragmenting and bouncing
off in several directions.
"Well, that was a blast!" Jack said as they scampered back
inside. He followed Siobhan to the bathroom and they washed their
hands before returning to the bedroom.
* * *
Once they were both in bed, Siobhan momentarily turned away
from Jack and opened a drawer in her nightstand near the head of her
bed. Jack could hear her searching around for something in the drawer.
He lay back with his head on a pillow and absentmindedly played with
his balls, tugging the hairs and pinching the skin between his nuts.
He drifted off into a reverie, only to be brought back by Siobhan's
husky voice whispering hotly in his ear.
"Jack! I've got a surprise for you!"
Jack opened his eyes and a tremor of surprise shook him as his
eyes focused on the object in Siobhan's petite hands. The moonlight
coming in through the balcony doors illuminated what looked like a
firm, dark turd at least a foot long.
"God! It's a monster, Siobhan!"
"Touch it, Jack! Go ahead!"
Jack eagerly reached out and ran a finger along the mighty
turd, feeling the clotted bumps and viscous surface. Strange, he
thought, it seemed too dense, too rubbery to be actual shit.
"It's my special dildo, Jack! It's a custom job, molded in
latex. Isn't it realistic?"
Jack plucked the turd from Siobhan's hand and examined it more
closely. Siobhan had coated the length of brown gnarled late with a
lubricant that enhanced its shit-like quality. The only things missing
were the pungent odor of real shit and the warmth of an actual freshly
expelled log.
What a mindfuck! Jack thought. Practically speaking it's a
dildo. Big deal. But psychologically it's an enormous crap! Suddenly
he was seized with a forbidden urge which raised goosebumps all along
his arms and legs.
"Siobhan, it's a beauty! Can we . . . oh God, can we fuck it
together? Can we fuck ourselves up our asses with this monster? Can we
slide it back and forth in our assholes?"
"Of course, Silly! Why do you think I had it made?"
Again Jack was bowled over by Siobhan's prescience. It was as
if she could nearly read his mind. This woman must have been one hell
of a sex therapist, he mused to himself and then paused while a dark
thought arose. Or, maybe she's in the grips of a full-blown psychosis
and is taking me over the edge with her!
Beads of sweat popped out on Jack's forehead and he looked
over at Siobhan furtively. She caught his eye and winked at him.
"Boo!" Siobhan grabbed the latex turd back from Jack and waved
it at him. "Really, Jack! You look like you just saw a ghost and it
scared the, er, shit right out of you! What's the matter?"
"Oh, blast, Siobhan! I can't keep anything from you, can I?"
"No, you can't!" she said liltingly. "Besides, keeping your
feelings and thoughts to yourself is classic anal retentive behavior,
and we're trying to loosen things up and let it all come out. So to
speak . . ." She laughed and pressed the glistening brown dildo back
into his hands. "What are you worried about? Do you think we're
slipping off into insanity? Is that your problem?"
"Well, as a matter of fact, the thought had crossed my mind!"
"Egad! Relax would you?" She pushed him back against the
pillow and started stroking his chest. "Here's the final word on your
condition. Just listen and then let it go, okay?
"Believe me, you were nearer to cracking up that night I first
met you than you are now! Remember? You were a nervous wreck; full of
guilt about your fantasies. Yuck!
"Sure, some of this may seem like strong medicine to you,
psychotic even, and . . . it is! But you yourself said before that you
felt like we were embarked on a long journey. You nailed it exactly!
And we have to go through the cyclone before we can reach the calm
center. Can you think of a safer place to `get down with your bad
self,' to play your movie out, than right here in my bed?"
"No. You're right." Jack muttered. "Don't think I'm not
grateful!"
"Damn Straight! Listen, sweetheart, you couldn't buy this kind
of treatment for a million dollars! If you weren't so adorable, I
wouldn't even bother.
"As far as I can tell, we're within shouting distance of
freeing you from your compulsions. As long as your fantasies are
unfulfilled they're going to plague you and nip at your heels. This is
your chance to let it all out! To process your dark side and
reintegrate it into you as a whole person! There is a method to this
madness! Believe me, I've been there! Now, why don't you just lie back
and let me get you kick-started again?"
Siobhan clambered across Jack's chest and settled into a 69
position with her magnificent ass and tasty pussy pressing back
against Jack's face. She rubbed her dripping cunt lips up and down on
his nose and mouth, moaning softly and gripping his cock with her
hand. Blood rushed to Jack's dick and his tongue darted out licking
her tangy love juices voraciously. Siobhan brought her mouth down to
Jack's cock head and engulfed it, licking and sucking
enthusiastically. Then she moved her hips slightly down and mashed her
wrinkled hair-ringed anus against Jack's nose. The meaty odor of her
recent defecation still clung to her asshole, inviting Jack to cleanse
her thoroughly. He inhaled the bouquet, grasping her buttocks and
pulling her cheeks apart so that his nose could penetrate the juicy
sphincter. What a woman! he thought. What an ass!
The touch of his nose made Siobhan's asshole burn with the
urge to be filled. She ground her anus against his snout and wiggled
sensuously. Pulling up and then pressing back, over and over she
fucked her asshole with his nose. Trapped beneath her large soft
buttocks, his mouth full of pussy and his nostrils pinched shut in her
juicy shit-hole, Jack felt himself begin to suffocate.
"Mmmmph!!" he croaked faintly.
"What's that, lover?" Siobhan pulled her head up from his
cock, sitting even more firmly on his face in the process.
Jack gripped her ass helplessly, trying to lift it. He felt
the world go dim. Finally just as he was ready to black- out, Siobhan
relented and lifted her fanny up off his face. Jack gasped and inhaled
a large cool breath. The simple act of breathing had never felt more
heavenly.
"Your nose felt just lovely, sweetheart. But it doesn't go far
enough. I think it's time to use our `friend'! Please get it started
in me and then I'll share it with you!" Siobhan crawled forward on her
knees, giving Jack sufficient room to maneuver the brown turd dildo
into the crack of her ass. The lubricant made it slide smoothly
between her soft globes. Siobhan rested her weight on one arm and
brought her other hand around to help Jack target the the tip of the
turd at her soft and juicy asshole.
"Please, Jack! Feed me your shit! Stuff it in and plug me with
that shit penis!"
Jack poked gently at her hole with the brown toy, rolling it
between his fingers so that it twirled against her anus. Then with a
firm push he wedged the dildo in her sphincter, seesawing it in
deeper, bit by bit. He paused while Siobhan panted, slid it back out,
then fucked it in again.
"Oh yes! That's it, Jack! It feels wonderful!"
Jack was mesmerized by the sight of the brown log sliding in
and out of his beautiful lover's ass. It was if she were expelling and
then reabsorbing her own excrement. There was some central mystery
here, a glimpse of a primordial moment of creation that transfixed
Jack. Perhaps the origin of the Universe, the Big Bang, was like the
emergence of this turd. And the disappearance of solar systems into
Black Holes was like this: the burrowing of shit back up the anus from
which it came. Stars whirled in Jack's brain and only the sound of
Siobhan's husky voice brought him back down to earth.
"Ohh. That's exquisite! But now it's your turn, Mr. Crazyman!
We better get you in on this before my ass gets too sensitive. Let's
see if we can get _your_ tush warmed up and then we'll double up on
this thing!" Siobhan grunted and expelled the latex turd from her ass.
"Okay, Jack. Let's switch places. Have you ever been fucked in
the ass before? I mean with the whole nine yards, not just diddling
around with my clit up your buns like before."
Jack got down on his elbows and knees while Siobhan patted his
ass fondly.
"No, Siobhan. You get to take my virginity. Please be gentle!"
"Ah ha. Well, let's take this slowly. You do have a cute ass
you know! A little hairy, but I like that."
Siobhan breathed warmly into the crack between his buttocks.
Her tongue flicked out and traced the route of the crevice, finding
its way to his dark wrinkled orifice. Her small hands gripped his
muscular cheeks and pried them apart, exposing his asshole to view. A
thick forest of pubic hairs surrounded his anus, contrasting against
his pale skin in the moonlight. Jack could feel her licking all around
his aroused hole, bathing the area with her tongue. Siobhan tucked one
of her fingers back into her own sopping pussy, stabbing it in and out
and getting it thoroughly covered with her love drippings. Then she
brought it up to his darkened asshole and tickled the spongy ring.
"Okay, honey! Time to take your temperature!" She stiffened
the digit and inched it in slowly and deliberately. At first the pain
was sharp as she reached the first sphincter, but Jack relaxed and
pushed back as if he were shitting against her finger. It slipped in
further and Jack began to feel very good indeed.
He was back in his bed with a fever at age ten. He had stayed
home from school, lying in bed, sweating in his pajamas. His mother
was concerned and twice that day she had taken his temperature. She
had come in and made Jack lie on his stomach and lower his pajama
bottoms. Then she had gotten out the rectal thermometer, spread
Vaseline on it, and pressed it against his adolescent anus. Jack felt
a special bond with his mother as she slowly pushed the thermometer up
his ass. She had made him keep it there for several minutes while she
left the room and did some household chore. While she was gone, Jack
reveled in the sensation of a stiff glass stick up his ass. It felt
peculiar but pleasant. But the best part was when she returned and
removed it. Jack could feel it slide out, like a thin slippery turd,
and he smelt the faint odor of shit. He looked back and saw his mother
reading his temperature, a pale brown coating of Vaseline and
excrement clinging to the thermometer. It almost made getting sick
worth it!
Siobhan's finger brought him back to the present. She was
tapping at his prostate, like some kinky nurse caught between duty and
fun.
"Mmmm! That feels good!" Jack's dick was rigid and dripping
large drops of precum. Siobhan reached underneath with her free hand
and grasped the turgid member, rubbing the precum around stickily and
pinching the head.
"All right, sweetheart, I think we've got you ready to try the
big time! Let's lie on our backs and face each other, with our butts
close up." Siobhan wiggled her finger free of his ass and sniffed it.
"Peeyeww! I think this shit-dildo ought to be right at home up there!
You've got one ripe ass, Jack!"
Jack rolled onto his back and raised his knees up towards his
chest. Siobhan took the slippery turd-dick and aimed it under his
balls. Jack raised his ass and between the two of them they got the
dildo positioned and pressed against his anus. Then Jack relaxed and
let Siobhan snake it slowly into his innards. The pain pulsed and he
felt like the turd was a knife for a moment, but he remembered the
pleasure of her finger just moments before and loosened the anxious
grip of his sphincters. The brown log rolled in several inches. He
felt plugged to the max.
Then Siobhan gripped the other end of the dildo in her hand
and slid her own ass up against the greasy tip. She enfolded her legs
scissor-like around Jack's, one leg over and one leg under his own.
"Here, can you reach my hands? Let's pull together and get
this thing packed inside us!" Siobhan reached out and grasped Jack's
hands and used the leverage to inch her anus over the dildo and cram
it up her rectum, bump by bump. The monster turd was now wedged into
both their asses and throbbed there awaiting their further moves. The
perverted pair's cock and clit arched up stiffly from their pubic
forests, just a few inches from each other.
"Siobhan! I feel like I've got to take the world's biggest
dump! Watch out!"
Jack flexed his inner muscles and pushed against his end of
the dildo. It moved lazily out of his ass and pushed even further up
Siobhan's colon. The greasy friction was sensational.
"Okay, Jack! I'm afraid I have to shit too! Here it comes!"
Siobhan held his hands tightly and grunted, moving her bowels
rhythmically and forcing the dildo back up Jack's colon.
"I can't believe it! We're doing it! We're fucking each
other's asses and shitting too! Siobhan, you're a genius!" Jack let go
of one of her hands and grabbed his cock, pumping it.
Siobhan moved her free hand down to her hairy beaver and
started intensely fondling her large clit and drooling cunt. The
tension built as the brown latex log moved back and forth in their
asses. As Jack had seen her do often before as she approached an epic
orgasm, a continuous stream of chanted obscenities began to escape
from Siobhan, building and building towards a frenzied climax.
"Oh yes. Oh fuck. That's it. Fuck it! Fuck the shit out of me.
I'm shitting. Oh what a monster! Oh baby! I love it!"
Jack was nearly incapable of speech, spun into orbit, mumbling
indecipherable phrases of random words, all sensations narrowed into
the throb of his cock and the greasy slow pistoning in his ass.
Electrical sparks were firing in his pelvis and Jack had the uncanny
sensation of his spinal nerves being tickled up and down his lower
back.
Then Siobhan stiffened, squeezing Jack between her legs, and
jerked her hand at the base of her clit. She splayed open her fattened
labia and spurted a geyser of clear ejaculate out in an arch,
drenching Jack's cock and belly. She sobbed deeply and clutched Jack's
legs, petting his flesh and breathing heavily. Siobhan's extraordinary
climax was too much for Jack's fevered senses and his own organ
erupted, shooting great gobs of come up in the air showering both of
them with white spunk. Siobhan fell backwards flat on her back,
sighing and evicting the dildo from her ass. Jack let it escape from
his own anus and the funky object lay on the bed between them as they
lay with limbs entangled.
Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.watersports
From: an33113@anon.penet.fi (Rex Amor)
Date: Fri, 14 Oct 1994 04:18:29 UTC
Subject: Time to Waste (mf,scat,ws)
Time to Waste
by
Jack
Chapter Five
Jack awoke to bright morning sunlight streaming in through
Siobhan's bedroom windows. He was alone in bed. Taking a brief
inventory he noted that Siobhan must have quietly cleaned up the mess
from the night before while he dozed as there were no signs of their
debauchery anywhere. In fact, except for the slight dull pain in his
anus - a lingering souvenir of his deflowering, he could imagine that
the whole scene had been a dream. As things came a little more into
focus, he briefly heard what sounded like the sound of Siobhan in the
shower and a few minutes later Siobhan appeared in the bedroom door,
clad in a short Japanese style bathrobe which barely covered her twat
and ass. Her hair was still tied up in a large lazy bun from the
shower and she looked good enough to eat - as always.
"Hi sleepyhead! Ready for some breakfast?" she asked in
greeting. Jack grinned and motioned her over.
"What exactly did you have in mind? Mmm. You smell good!" Jack
inhaled the fragrant mix of shampoo, glycerine body soap, and
expensive perfume that lightly enveloped Siobhan's body.
Siobhan sat down by his side on the bed and played with the
hairs on his exposed chest. Her nimble fingers sought out his nipples
and toyed with them as she spoke.
"Well, you know Jack, I was thinking about what we've been up
to while I was in the shower. Here's our dilemma, if you will. We're
trying to take what have been sexual obsessions of yours, obsessions
that you've felt plagued by and unresolved about, and rewire your
relationship to them. Luckily I happen to get off on acting out your
obsessions so I've been more than happy to help you turn your
fantasies into reality. Okay so far?"
"Yeah, sounds about right. But what does this have to do with
breakfast?"
"I'm getting to that. Now my usual philosophy has been that
helping someone act out their fantasies provides a catharsis for them.
In other words it dispels all the pent-up frustration and charge
that the obsession has developed over time. These cathartic moments
allow the person to introduce a new relationship to the trauma that
they were obsessed with. Perhaps it takes several times, but if one
goes deep enough and far enough back to that original traumatic moment
and reenacts it with a happy resolution, then the trauma is
dissipated!"
Jack shook his head bemusedly. "Jeez, Siobhan. I'm still
trying to think straight this morning! I don't see how you can manage
heavy psychological theory before at least noon!"
"Oh, I enjoy a good brainstorm any time of day! I'm almost
done, bear with me. Now, the problem we're running into with you is
that if we don't go deep enough and unearth the trauma at its point of
creation, then we end up just replaying variations on it that just
serve to reinforce it! And that's where I think we're stuck at the
moment. I mean, it's fun, it's kinky, it's a turn on, but you aren't
free of it. This is the problem with most lifestyle fetishists. They
are trapped in their own obsessions and doomed to repeat them over and
over.
"However I think you are capable of moving beyond that stage.
If we can deconstruct your original script and rewrite a new one, then
you can be free to choose to do whatever you want sexually. It can be
done, believe me. That's what I've done and so can you. It doesn't
mean giving up sexual fun and games, obviously. It just means not
being enslaved to them!"
Jack sighed and replied with a certain weary wryness. "Oh, all
right, Siobhan. I give up! Now free me!"
"It's not quite that simple. It may take a little work and it
may be a little distasteful, so to speak, but getting free involves
you as much as me. More so, actually.
"Look. Remember when you told me about that early memory
resurfacing when you were in the bathtub at your loft?"
"Yeah...?"
"As far as I can tell that was your root trauma - the moment
of deep frustration that has shaped the rest of your life. And what
occurred there? You were denied the pleasure of eating and playing
with shit! Your mother took it away and punished you. So, if we were
to rerun that movie, what would heal that wound? What would make up
for it?" Siobhan looked pointedly at Jack.
Jack could feel the blood rush to his head and a warm feeling
begin to spread all over his body. He felt like he was splitting into
two: the adult Jack and the little baby Jackie. He felt like crying
and kicking his feet and hands, but he brought himself enough under
control to respond to Siobhan's question.
"Mommie would give me my shit back and let me . . . oh, Jesus,
let me eat it and play with it! She'd love me and reward me! She'd
make it all better!"
"That's right, Jackie! Mommie would! And Mommie wants to.
Mommie wants to give Jackie his breakfast! Will Jackie let her?"
Jack felt as if he were falling into a whirlpool. The rest of
the Universe was fading out, the room was darkening, and it was just
him in his bed with his Mommie.
Siobhan got up on the bed and lay beside Jack, removing her
bathrobe. She scooted up so that her bountiful fleshy breasts were by
Jack's head and she fed her prone lover one of her rigid nipples. He
nursed earnestly, clenching and unclenching his fists, engulfing as
much of her pebbled brown areole with his mouth as possible.
"That's it, Jackie. Suck on Mommie. Mmmm. That's so nice!"
Siobhan slipped a hand down between her legs and played with her pussy
lips, threading her fingers back and forth between them. The fragrance
of aroused cunt wafted into the bedroom air.
"Now the other one!" Siobhan shifted onto her elbow and
offered Jack her other brown tipped teat. Her hand was now caressing
her unfurling clitoris, stroking its fleshy stalk and pinching it
between thumb and finger. Siobhan's breath was getting ragged as Jack
nursed contentedly.
"Okay, Jackie. Mommie's milk is all gone, but she has
something even better for you now. Something she took away from you
long ago and wants to return at long last." Siobhan spoke soothingly
in a hypnotic tone. "She's sorry she made you mad and wants to make it
all better!"
Siobhan fluffed a pillow and put it under Jack's head. Then
she got on all fours and slowly clambered into place on top of Jack
with her large shapely ass near his head. She backed herself up until
the deep crack between her buttocks was positioned less than an inch
from Jack's face. He swallowed hard. Before him was a jungle of pubic
hair and fragrant flesh. Siobhan's fingers were in her cunt noisily
probing away. Jack grasped the globes of her ass and pried them apart.
He gazed on her dark wrinkled hole surrounded by hair.
"Please Jackie! Kiss Mommie! Taste her nasty hole and stick
your tongue in it! Tell me what you find!" Siobhan wriggled her ass
and flexed her puckered aperture. Jack kissed it wetly, flicking his
tongue in and out. The meaty roasted smell of fresh feces bloomed in
his nose. Then he stabbed his rigid tongue deeply into her anus and
hit pay dirt. Siobhan had an enormous hard turd waiting for him just
inside her entrance. Jack licked its tip with his tongue and tasted
its richness.
"Mommie, you have my shit! I remember the taste! Why did you
take it from me?"
"Jackie, Mommie made a mistake. She's sorry. She wants you to
have it. Will you take it? It tastes good, doesn't it?"
"Yes, Mommie. It tastes so strong! It's the best food there
is!"
"Yes, dear! And it's all yours! You can eat it and play with
it as much as you want!" Siobhan pushed slightly and the tapered tip
of the enormous turd popped through her dilated anus. The stench
assaulted Jack's nose. It was the stench of rotting jungles, of deep
swamps, of centuries of compost and topsoil. It was the stuff of
animals and plants, of spices and rich sauces, sucked dry of their
nutrients and compacted into a powerful sausage of human waste.
"Can I really eat this?" he wondered to himself. "Can I really
go that far?" With barely a moment's hesitation he knew the answer.
This was the moment of darkest intimacy. His mother had returned,
contrite and voluptuous, to give him her manna. The world had
contracted into this single moment with its rich gift for Jackie. He
had lived for this moment, had secretly wished for it, and now it was
here!
"Oh Mommie!" Jack called, as Siobhan pressed a bit more and
three inches of the giant turd extruded from her ass. Jack opened his
mouth and engulfed it, pressing it gingerly between his tongue and the
roof of his mouth. Siobhan flexed her sphincter muscle and broke the
turd, letting the rest of it slurp back up into her colon. She scooted
forward and clambered off Jack, turning around to watch him closely.
Jack was only barely aware of this, for he was thrown into a
tornado of sensory overload and conflicting emotions. Part of him
wanted to spit out this mouthful of night dirt, to retch and be rid of
its cloying bitterness and gritty texture. But at the same time Baby
Jackie was cresting on a wave of utter satisfaction, of taboo glee and
completion. Jack brought his hands to his face and pushed the turd
partly back out of his mouth. Grasping it with his hand, he bit off a
manageable portion and chewed. The shit mashed around in his mouth,
mixing with his saliva, and sticking to the roof of his mouth like a
giant dollop of crunchy peanut butter. He swallowed in small chunks,
feeling the putrid waste slide down his throat, peculiar in its grainy
texture.
"All right. Let's go for broke," he thought to himself.
He took the rest of the turd still in his hand and pressed it
against his face, covering his nose and mouth, smushing it onto his
cheeks.
"Oh, good Jackie, good!" Siobhan exclaimed. She excitedly got
up over him and squatted above his chest. "Here! Mommie has plenty
more for you to play with!"
Jack dimly watched as Siobhan reached behind and pulled her
lovely soft cheeks apart. She grunted intently, as a series of small
sharp farts burst forth. Then her asshole puckered and ballooned and
what seemed like an unending brown rope of shit extruded down onto
Jack's chest in a steaming mound of noxiously smelly excrement. No
sooner had the last drop of fecal matter broken loose from her dark
hole than Siobhan quivered and sighed and cut loose with an
involuntary fountain of pee. The hissing stream of hot piss hit Jack's
dick, pooled in his navel, and fell upon the mound of soft turds like
rain upon a compost heap.
Siobhan carefully stepped over Jack and jumped lightly to the
floor, turning briefly to see her handiwork before trotting off to the
bathroom. Siobhan's turds sat heavily on Jack's chest, their rank odor
thoroughly mixed with the briny stink of urine. Jack shuddered and dug
his hands into the mound, massaging the shit and letting it squish
through his fingers. The bath of piss was turning the turds into a
mudpatch and Jack smeared the pliable shit all over his torso and
shoulders.
"I'm becoming a human finger painting," he thought. "The
painter has become the canvas." He brought his sticky fingers up to
his mouth and plunged the filthy digits into his maw, sucking them and
savoring the bitter meat and salt taste. A deep sense of peace had
settled over him, as if a string held taut too long had gone
blissfully slack. After several more minutes of ecstatic communion
with the dark stuff of life, he lay back quietly and closed his eyes.
His breath quieted, and he rested.
After awhile Siobhan came back through the bedroom door
carrying a damp cloth and a large towel. She stopped as if surprised
to see the nearly unrecognizable figure lying upon her elegant bed.
"Jackie! You've been playing with your poop! What fun! Here
let me help you clean up! Then it's time to rise and start the day!"
She walked over and carefully wiped the thick coatings of her
own dung off of his body, wiping and toweling him into a semblance of
cleanliness.
"There! That'll do at least until you get to the shower! Now
off to the bathroom, please! I've got a bed to strip, my beamish boy!"
Jack leapt out of bed, smiling quietly to himself, and briskly walked
off to the bathroom without a word. Siobhan smiled a bit wearily and
set about pulling the sheets and covers.
"A greater love hath no woman," she thought, "than to give up
her bed for Baby Jackie."
* * *
After his shower, Jack sat down with Siobhan in the breakfast
nook for a more customary repast. He felt carefree, almost lightheaded
and ate a warm croissant with gusto. Siobhan was also feeling quite
positive.
"Jack, I just wanted to say that I'm proud of you! I suppose
some people would see what you just went through and consider it
totally debased and perverted. But that's their problem. I consider it
a feat of extraordinary courage."
Jack looked up from his croissant and smiled with just a touch
of self-mocking irony. "Thanks, Siobhan! It's all in a morning's
work..."
"Oh stop it! I'm serious! I don't think there's a more
vulnerable thing that I could imagine than to tackle your worst
childhood trauma head-on and open yourself up to re- experiencing it.
It's a brave thing to do - and you did it! Congratulations!"
"You're not going to be stuck with this recurring image of me
as a big baby lying on your bed totally covered with shit?"
Siobhan got up from her seat opposite Jack and walked around
the table and hugged him. She gently mashed his head between her
copious tits.
"Listen, Jack. I've seen it all. When I was working through my
traumas I acted out some scenes that made this morning look like,
well, kid's stuff! Believe me, we've barely scratched the surface of
the dark demons that can plague the human soul! The better you get to
know someone, the more complex they become.
"Hopefully your experience this morning may have a major
impact on your future psychological freedom, but it is hardly the
whole picture. You aren't only Baby Jackie and I'm not only Mommie.
Remember?"
"Of course. Sorry. I'm still a little raw around the edges. We
can talk about this later when I've had a chance to, er, digest it
all!"
Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.watersports
From: an33113@anon.penet.fi (Rex Amor)
Date: Sun, 30 Oct 1994 02:16:43 UTC
Subject: Time to Waste
Time to Waste
by
Jack
Chapter Six
Back at his loft, a few days later, Jack was hard at work
completing a new painting for his upcoming show at a downtown gallery.
This particular painting involved squeezing many tubes of brown
acrylic paint directly onto the canvas and then smooshing the paint
around like a fingerpainting of shit. Jack had gotten the inspiration
from his most recent breakthrough session with Siobhan and was making
the most of it when the phone rang.
It was Siobhan.
"Hi! Hard at work?"
"In a manner of speaking. But I'm always ready to take a break
for you! What's up?"
"I just got a call from my Rubber Daddy. He's coming to town
tomorrow and I'll be busy with him for several days. I wanted to see
if you'd like to squeeze in a little fling before he arrives."
"Hey! Sounds great. Any ideas?"
"Oh, I thought we could go get a bite at the Fireplug - maybe
around seven? - and then try something a little different."
"What's that?"
"Oh, I want to keep it a surprise! I'm sure you'll like it.
Not to worry!"
"Okay. I'll meet you at the Plug at seven!"
The Fireplug was one of those concept restaurants, in this
case a former firehouse converted into a cafe with waiters and
waitresses dressed like firemen. The idea was so overwhelmingly stupid
that the local art damage crowd had taken to it out of sheer ironic
spite. Luckily the food was both good and plentiful and by the time
they emerged from the cafe, Jack and Siobhan were quite stuffed.
The local "adult" entertainment part of town was only a few
blocks away from the Fireplug and Siobhan indicated that that was
where her surprise was to be found. Night had fallen but the bright
lights and garish neon displays of the strip joints, peepshows, and
adult video stores that lined the streets lit up the neighborhood as
if it were noon. Jack watched as a chartered bus pulled up in front of
one of the classier strip clubs and discharged a hoard of Japanese
tourists eager for a thrill.
Siobhan seemed to know where she was going and as the signs
for one of the seedier adult video emporiums suddenly loomed ("We've
got Foreign and Amateur Tapes!"), she steered Jack through the door
into a large room full of video boxes displayed in racks along the
wall. Across the room at the back wall was an open doorway leading to
viewing booths and Jack could hear a cacophany of recorded screams,
grunts, and panting coming from that direction. Several men were
already in the shop intently examining tape boxes, although Siobhan's
presence seemed to make them nervous and one by one they sidled
outside or picked a tape to preview, paid the cashier, and disappeared
through the door leading to the booths.
Not owning a VCR, Jack had always tended to ignore x-rated
videos. He couldn't rent them nor buy them - or rather, if he did, he
couldn't view them. Besides, the few he had seen over the years had
never thrilled him. They had seemed to be full of blonde bimbos with
tit jobs giving blowjobs to twerps. Thanks, but no thanks.
Here, however, was another option he hadn't considered. Signs
posted around the store said the tapes here could be previewed in the
booths in back, for a price.
And the tapes! Jack felt a forbidden thrill run through him as
he scanned the racks of the seedy joint. Japanese S-M; amateur
bondage; spanking; women wrestling; strict discipline; rubber; and
most tantalizing of all, golden and brown showers!
"Here Jack. See anything you like?" Siobhan handed him a
plastic video box with a handwritten description on front, embellished
with a couple of poor quality Polaroids.
"BMs Aplenty" it read. "A local brunette dancer shares her
bowel movements for a week. Various locales, includes peeing and some
huge shits! Picture quality good, sound quality fair. 60 minutes.
Preview: $20. Purchase: $100."
"Whoa! I didn't know this stuff was around! How did you
discover it, Siobhan?"
"Oh, I have my ways. What about this one?" She handed him
another box. It was in German and the box-sheet was a second-
generation color xerox of the original packaging. Jack could dimly
make out photos of a glass dish full of piss, a fisting scene, and
some burr-headed submissive lying on his back with a large pile of
crap on his stomach.
"Strong stuff! Let's look a little more."
Jack poked around, marvelling at the selection. Another German
tape had a woman rubbing shit all over her front. Here was one
promising piss enemas. Despite himself Jack began to get grossed out
and retreated back to the original tape Siobhan had handed him.
"Let's try this one. It sounds kind of innocent compared to
some of these. I don't think I'm quite ready for a piss enema right
after dinner!"
"My my! Don't we have delicate sensibilities tonight!" Siobhan
grinned wryly. "Okay. Let's give her a try!"
Jack took the box and walked over to the counter. The clerk
grunted, accepted his $20, told him to return the box to the shelf,
and indicated that they should go to booth #10.
The pair walked thorough the doorway in the back wall and down
a dimly lit aisle with viewing booths on either side. They found #10,
opened its flimsy wooden door and crowded inside. Jack turned the lock
in the inside doorknob and carefully tried the knob, making sure it
was locked.
There was a hole cut into the side of the wall just big enough
for a color TV screen. On the wall opposite the screen was a bench
just big enough for the two of them. Jack hung their jackets on a hook
on the back of the door and they sat down as the screen sprang to life
and a blurry video image came into focus.
Jack could see a petite woman from the neck down as she
climbed onto a toilet seat in a squalid bathroom with her back to the
camera. There was a garish snake tattoo on her shapely left leg and a
bruise or two on her calves. The stationary camera, apparently placed
on a box or tripod across from the john, was placed so that her butt
and dangling pussy lips were centered on the TV screen. Judging from
the mediocre picture quality this had to be a cheap VHS camera with no
extra lighting to speak of. Still, Jack could make out the dark
aperture of her anus as the woman placed her hands on her cheeks and
pulled them apart.
"Oh, I've really got to shit!" the dancer exclaimed in a sweet
high pitched voice.
Without further warning her anus ballooned out and an
impossibly large turd forced her sphincter to widen. Good grief, Jack
thought to himself, that's got to be three inches wide!
The amazing mass of crap slid smoothly from the fetching ass,
and dropped with a loud splash into the toilet bowl below. The dancer
grunted in surprise, and then another smaller extrusion of shit pumped
itself out of her asshole and dangled for a moment before breaking off
and dropping. The girl dribbled some urine down upon her hefty load,
wiped her ass, and climbed off the seat.
"Ewww!" she squealed as she leaned over the bowl. "I can't
believe that came out of my ass!"
She reached over and grabbed the video camera and pointed it
into the toilet. She focused it for a closeup of the mighty turds, but
perversely that only made the image get blurrier still. The camera
lingered on the vague dark shapes in the bowl for what seemed like
forever and then the picture stopped with a loud static pop and the
screen went blank. A few seconds later the picture returned. It was,
Jack realized, the same bathroom, the same position, but another day.
This time the dancer was wearing a pair of army boots and a
funky t-shirt top as she climbed atop the toilet seat.
"Here's another of my poos for you perverts out there!" she
announced gaily. The dancer squatted and grunted. Nothing happened.
She strained and relaxed. Strained and relaxed. Nothing. This went on
for five minutes.
"Ah," Jack muttered wryly to Siobhan. "Life doesn't get much
better than this!"
The video inched along as another fruitless five minutes
passed. Jack began to notice the sounds from the adjacent booths. The
booth behind them seemed to have someone in it watching a Japanese S-M
tape. The sounds of methodical whipping and muffled screams rode above
an incongruous lilt of classical music. Meanwhile from somewhere in
front of them came the loud smacking of a spanking video accompanied
by nondescript Euro-rock. Moans, grunts, and exclamations from other
more distant booths added to the cacophony.
Perhaps this is what Hell is like, Jack mused. You are stuck
for eternity in a 3' by 4' x-rated video booth watching a film of a
constipated woman trying to take a dump! And every hour you're forced
to pay another twenty bucks to the sleazeball behind the counter.
Finally a small hard ball of shit dropped out of the dancer's
ass and she gave up on the sequence, apparently convinced that no more
was going to emerge. There was some more static, then a change of
scene to what was presumably the girl's bedroom - a mattress on the
floor against a randomly spray-painted warehouse wall. The handheld
camera jostled and showed a pile of band equipment, including a set of
drums off in a distant corner.
It figures, Jack thought. Who else is going to make a video
like this than some hard-up chick working as a stripper and living in
a bombed out warehouse with a third-rate thrash band. I wonder what
she got paid for this? he mused.
The camera's view stabilized - it was now on a tripod
apparently. The girl placed a tray covered with aluminum foil on the
mattress and squatted over it, pulling a short raggy dress up around
her waist. She faced away from the camera and stuck out her ass, which
was, Jack had to admit, a superb butt. This time there was no need to
strain. No sooner had she taken her position than her anus widened and
a large extrusion of shit started to slide out. It was thick, firm,
and clung together in one long monster of a turd that scooted right
out of her ass onto the tray below. The girl squealed with delight, as
if expelling the shit had triggered an orgasm. She paused but a moment
then panted loudly and another smaller turd slid out and dropped onto
the tray.
Despite his dark musings about Hell and constipation, this new
defecation strongly aroused Jack. His cock grew rigid and he unzipped
himself and pulled down the front of his undershorts, freeing his
twitching tool.
Meanwhile, throughout the video show, Siobhan had been sitting
quietly beside him, occasionally squirming and shifting her weight
around on the hard wooden seat. The dramatic delivery of this latest
treasure of girl crap seemed to snap her out of her silence.
"Wow!" she exclaimed excitedly as the girl's impressive crap
concluded and she delicately wiped her ass. Beside Siobhan, Jack was
gripping his cock and rubbing the ample precum all over its head.
"Here, let me help with that!" Siobhan whispered and moved to
a kneeling position in front of him. Her head bobbed down and she
engulfed his engorged dick in her mouth. On screen it was another day
and the scene shifted back to the toilet in the bathroom. The girl
quickly came in and peeled down a black pair of biking pants. She
seemed in a hurry, as if she had waited until the last possible moment
to record her next poop.
No sooner had she she clambered up on the john seat than a
spray of pee shot down into the bowl. The girl sighed deeply with
relief and then quickly brought her hands back to grasp her buttocks.
Beneath the screen, Siobhan was licking and sucking madly on Jack's
cock, bringing him right to the edge of coming.
Again, as before, the tip of a dark brown turd forced the
girl's dark aperture wide and then a torrent of shit shot out. This
time, her mighty turds were bunched like grape clusters, first one
bunch than another and another uncontrollably exiting her butt. It was
both a rude shock and terribly exciting to see such primitive
formations - like the inarticulate sculptures of Neanderthals - pour
out of the lovely bottom of this uninhibited dancer.
The video girl squealed spontaneously with the pleasure of a
mighty shit, and able to stand no more, Jack's cock erupted and
flooded Siobhan's throat with a bath of jizm.
Chapter Seven
After a brief murmur of thanks to Siobhan and a sticky kiss,
Jack was quiet and subdued as they left the video shop. During the
taxi ride back to his loft, he sat next to Siobhan, gently kneading
her thigh, and mulling things over. It was only once they were back
inside, with some water heating for tea, that he broke his silence -
and he did that only in response to Siobhan's prodding query: "Cat got
your tongue?"
"Oh, I'm just thinking."
"About what?"
"The video. That girl. The whole scene."
"Yes, it certainly was different from your friendly
neighborhood Blockbuster Video! Did it disturb you?"
"No. Well, yes. Oh, I don't know."
"Jack, you can tell me. It was my idea to go there, after all!
Did I make a serious error?"
"No! I didn't even realize that a place like that existed. It
was something else! It's just that . . ."
"Just that what?"
"Hmm. Okay, I think I've got a handle on it. I always
considered my kinky fantasies to be a private thing, at least until I
met you. Then you taught me that I could act them out. That I could
live those fantasies and change my relation to them. But up until
tonight I still thought of our scenes as our personal universe. Do you
know what I mean?"
"I think so. Go on."
"But suddenly, here were these shelves of videos of dozens of
other people all over the world, doing these things for money. And
then through some subterranean network which I can barely imagine,
their tapes end up in this trashy video store available to anyone who
walks in and pays the price!
"I mean, I got off on the tape we watched. That girl was brave
to do what she did - or, more likely - hard up for rent and drug
money. But she also made me realize that I was getting my rocks off at
her expense. I ended up wondering what she was going to be doing in
twenty years. I mean where does she go from here? And that got me
thinking: where are we headed? If she's doomed to make scat videos for
the rest of her life, are we likewise doomed to keep watching them?"
The teapot was whistling and Jack paused to go over and pour
the hot water into a pot of herbal tea. Siobhan looked at him intently
and then spoke.
"Those are good questions, Jack. Luckily, I think the answers
are probably better than you may think. My hunch is that the girl on
the video will end up dumping the thrash band life, decide that making
B.M. tapes was a one-shot proposition, and go on to something else. I
don't think anyone's ever founded a career on shooting amateur toilet
videos year after year.
"As for you and me? Who knows? I'm still working on helping
you get to the bottom of your psyche, no pun intended! As long as
peeing and pooping are an issue for you - a source of shame or
compulsion - then we're still in the thick of it. Once they become
just one option for pleasure out of many, then you're free.
"Okay, end of sermon. I'm even beginning to bore myself!"
Siobhan sipped her tea and smiled. Jack considered things for
a minute or two and then got up and went over to where Siobhan was
seated. Standing behind her, he enfolded her head and shoulders with
his arms and hugged her to him. After a long silence he spoke.
"All right. Enough talk. We've got tonight together and then
you'll be busy for several days. If we really want to, maybe we can
dig deeper tonight than we've ever done before. Let's pretend that
this is the last chance we'll have to get this stuff out in the open.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring? Let's pull out all the stops
tonight and let the shit hit the fan! I'm game if you are!"
Jack bent over Siobhan's head and caught her eye. She stared
back intensely and grinned.
"I'm game all right! Now you're talking! Let's go for broke!"
Jack nodded and stepped back from Siobhan's chair. Then he
suddenly knelt at her feet and with bowed head whispered urgently.
"Mistress, I want to be your toilet slave!"
Siobhan stood up and roughly grasped a handful of his hair as
Jack knelt before her.
"My toilet slave? What makes you think you even deserve to be
my toilet slave?" She pulled his hair painfully and yanked his head
back so that he was forced to look up at her.
"I don't, mistress! I know I'm not even worthy of being in
your presence much less being your toilet! I was just hoping against
hope, mistress, that a miracle might occur and you would force your
filth upon me!"
"My filth?" Siobhan spat out the words indignantly. "How dare
you use such a term for the intimate products of my body! I'll be the
judge of what is filth tonight! Are you such a miserable piece of
human trash that I have to teach you the simplest matters of proper
behavior?"
"Yes, mistress! Please teach me! I beg you!"
Siobhan glared fiercely at Jack and then yanked his head
forward so that he was staring down at the hardwood floor of the loft.
She let go and took a step towards the living room area, the click of
the heels of her shiny black pumps echoing in the dark corners of the
large loft.
"Come along, Spittle! Crawl on all fours behind me. Do you
think you can do that?"
"Yes, mistress!"
Keeping his gaze focused on her feet, Jack followed closely on
her heels as Siobhan strode purposefully across the hard floor to the
large leather couch. Once, for a moment, he let himself look up at her
large soft buttocks grinding together beneath her thin dress as she
walked. It was one of the most beautiful sights of his life and he
felt his pulse quicken in anticipation of being allowed once again to
worship at the fragrant altar of her ass. Then he dropped his head and
continued to crawl.
Siobhan stopped at the couch and turned towards her dog,
"Stay right where you are and shut your eyes for as long as I
tell you!"
"Yes, mistress."
Siobhan walked down to one end of the couch and slowly removed
her dress and slip, carefully putting them aside atop a small cabinet.
She was now clad only in her dark sheer nylons, black pumps and black
lace undergarments. She walked back to the subservient figure on the
floor.
"You may open your eyes, Spittle!"
Jack was thrilled as his gaze encompassed the sight of
Siobhan's voluptuousness. Even held aloft in an underwired brassiere,
her large breasts looked like they wanted to burst free and tumble
out, bestowing their fleshy favors upon him. Her large dark areoles
were clearly visible through the lace, and the stiffness of her chewy
thumblike nipples indicated her own excitement. The crotch of her
panties was darkened with fragrant pussy juice.
"Down on your back! That's right!"
Jack lay back on the cold, hard floor and stared up towards
the ceiling far above. Siobhan hovered over him, her feet on either
side of his head. Suddenly she squatted and brought her lace-clad
crotch within an inch of his face.
"So tell me, my slave, what am I offering you? Can you smell
my treasures? Do you deserve to be allowed to touch them? To taste
them? Why should they be yours?"
Jack inhaled deeply. The strong inky aroma of a pussy in heat
enveloped him. It was as if Siobhan's pheremones reached out and
gripped his cock, rigidly pushing all the blood to its head in a rush.
"Mistress. I smell your intimate perfume. The drippings from
your meat-pie, the sap of your hairy lips, your fuck sauce! It is
driving me insane! I want to lick it, to bath in it, to anoint my face
with your love gravy! Oh mistress, my mouth is watering for your
pungent cunt!"
"How sweet, little Spittle! But there's more! Is that all you
can smell?"
Siobhan ground her ass against Jack's nose and wiggled. A
gentle gaseous sigh emitted from between her cheeks assaulting Jack's
nose through the sheer veil of her panties. Jack shuddered and his
erect cock throbbed.
"Mistress! You farted right into my nose! I could hear your
anus open and you favored me with your gas! That smell! It hints of
the rich meal hidden in your bowels! Your beautiful shit - my taboo
food! - just out of reach inside your ass. It's filthy! I must say it!
You have foul sausages of dung, obscene clusters of shit, outrageous
dark turds secreted behind your asshole. It's my night meat,
marinating in your innards, waiting until that exquisite moment when
you let it out, inch by inch, and present it for my worship! Oh
mistress, I covet your dirt, I can smell it just beyond my reach!
Please don't disappoint me!"
Siobhan rubbed the crack of her fanny one last time against
Jack's nose and slowly arose. She stepped away from him and stood,
hands on hips, contemplating his submissive form.
"Oh, my little smear of snot, you are such a poet! I do think
you deserve a reward for expressing your love of my treats so well!
Crawl to me and help me remove my underthings."
Jack quickly sat up and crawled over to Siobhan.
"Now kneel and remove my panties, Spittle. But no hands or
even teeth this time! I want you to remove it with your tongue!"
Jack knelt and frantically pushed his face against her belly.
He stuck his tongue out rigidly as far as he could and inserted it
between the panties' elastic band and her warm smooth flesh. Slowly,
inch by inch, he pushed the underwear down, licking her skin and
catching the panties between his tongue and lip. This was hard work,
and by the time he got her panties down over her hips he was out of
breath and his tongue ached. Siobhan stood with the panties scrunched
down and held fast at crotch level between her thighs, her lush pubic
bush showing and her large clitoris peeping out.
"Okay, my obedient slave. You may finish the job with only
your prick. You may stand and disrobe."
Jack got up off his knees, his rigid prick clearly outlined
against the fabric of his slacks. He tore off his clothes in record
time, flung them aside, and stood, his erect penis dripping precum and
twitching madly. He stepped right up to Siobhan and caught a whiff of
her perfume amidst the mane of her hair. Bending his knees slightly he
positioned his erection against her pubic hair and tried to slide it
down between her pubes and the panties' waistband. He left a thin
trail of precum, like snail slime, as he awkwardly tried to saw his
prick under her panties.
Lord, this was difficult! His stiff prick was angled up and to
try and get it stuck at a downwards angle where it could ratchet her
underwear down verged on the impossible. A sly smile shown on
Siobhan's face as her slave tried again and again to wedge his solo
prick between the silk and flesh. Finally, after several minutes of
panting on Jack's part, as he rubbed against Siobhan and crisscrossed
her waist with sticky lines of goo, he got his cock in place, like a
pick crowbar.
"Please mistress, if you spread your legs ever so slightly I
think I can get your panties down!" Jack pleaded, afraid that his now
less than fully erect cock would further subside before the task was
done.
Siobhan relented and Jack quickly leaned over and dragged her
underpants, now loosened from their trap between her legs, down her
thighs. At her knees, his cock sprung loose, and the panties yielded
to gravity and fell to her ankles. Siobhan stepped out of this
delicately and gestured with her hands towards her bra-clad breasts.
"Very good, my pitiful devotee. I don't wish to wear you out
before we've even begun. You may remove my bra with your hands if you
like, it should go much quicker."
Jack hurriedly circled to Siobhan's back and grasped the
hooks. His hands were shaking but blessedly the bra came free with a
minimum of fumbling. Still standing behind her, he carefully pulled
the straps over her shoulders as Siobhan removed the cups in front.
She dropped the bra on top of her panties and stepped back, now clad
only in black pumps and dark, elastic gartered stockings that came up
to her mid-thighs. Her enormous teats hung low on her chest, the large
crinkled areoles crowned with stiffened nipples pointing right at him.
Unconsciously, Siobhan cradled her breasts in her small hands, petting
them and rubbing the imprinted flesh where her bra had chafed. A look
of determined urgency came to the delicate features of her face.
"Oh dear! I do fear that I haven't had a chance to relieve
myself since before dinner tonight! I feel like I'm about to burst!
Where would my little toilet slave like for me to do my business? How
about in the middle of his bed? Hmm? That seems like an awfully nice
place to do unmentionable things, eh?"
Jack gave a silent prayer of thanks that he had earlier
prepared the bed with plastic sheets and towels. If Siobhan was true
to her word she was going to do her dirtiest for him right thereupon
the padded altar of his bed.
Siobhan walked across the loft to Jack's bed and turned on the
low light on the bedside table. She beckoned to him and he quickly
came to her. She lightly put her arms around his neck and looked him
in the eye.
"You've been a very good slave. And now, as your reward I
grant you your freedom. This is your bed and once we are upon it, I'll
do whatever you wish. I'm not afraid of your desires and I'm not
afraid of our bodies. Let's remember this night for the rest of our
lives as the night we went all the way!"
Siobhan raised her lips to his and Jack met them in a fiery
kiss that set his heart pounding. His lovely toilet queen, his
exquisite goddess of filth was offering herself to him, to grant his
every wish. Twin trickles of sweat coursed down his sides from his
armpits, like salty appetizers for the full course ahead. Jack's arms
encircled Siobhan's waist and he cupped her fleshy cheeks with his
hands, pulling them apart gently.
"Careful, lover!" Siobhan whispered impishly. "It won't take
much to make trigger an explosion!"
"All right, Siobhan! Here, let me get in bed, and you can get on
top of me, okay?"
Jack jumped in bed and lay down on his back in the middle.
Siobhan quickly followed and knelt beside him.
"How do you want me, sweetheart What would you like me to do?"
"Oh God, Siobhan! Please, I have to taste you and lick your
nasty holes! I want to bury my face in your pussy and suck your clit
and then lose myself in your ass! I want to tongue your asshole and
taste your dirty juice! And then, I want to watch you shit and piss
all over my chest! Quick! get on top of me with your head towards the
other end and give me your pretty cunt!"
Siobhan climbed over him, in a 69 position and pressed her
hairy privates into his face. Jack reveled in the overpowering odor of
vaginal juices wetly coating her protruding labia. He burrowed his
nose up and down between her lips and licked at her enormous thumb-
like clit. Siobhan was sopping wet, more excited than he had ever seen
her. She moaned as he ravished her, licking and nipping at her crack,
chewing on the hairs that lined her privates and ran up between her
ass cheeks.
"Jack! Please, hurry! I'm in pain! I've got to go so bad and I
can't hold it much longer!"
Jack tore himself away from her salty beaver and shifted his
head up slightly. Reaching up with his hands he grasped her buttocks
and pulled them widely apart.
"Just one more minute, Siobhan! Please! I need to kiss and
taste your asshole for just one minute before you cut loose! Please?"
"Hurry, lover! Do it!"
Jack licked away frantically at her darkened anus, like a
starving man granted a feast. The rich smell of her shit assaulted his
nose and Jack knew the end was near. He stabbed his rigid tongue into
the bulging flower of her ass and it touched the load of eager turds
just waiting to escape.
"Oh God! That does it!" Siobhan screamed. She jerked her ass
forward, scooting her knees up a few inches on the bed, and strained.
A a torrent of pungent yellow liquid burst forth bathing Jack's belly
and prick. A sound, midway between a grunt and a squeal escaped from
her mouth and suddenly, before Jack's wondrous gaze, her hairy little
sphincter opened wide and a monstrous turd pushed out.
"Oh fuck!" Jack muttered. It was the biggest and most obscene
clump of shit that he had ever seen. It forced itself out at an oblong
angle and dropped with a smack onto his sopping chest. Another big
cluster of grapeshot turds pushed out and hung for one long
tantalizing moment before tumbling onto his chest. Siobhan sighed in a
kind of animal ecstasy and her piss sputtered out.
"Oh, Jesus! There's more!" Jack realized as her anus ballooned
yet again. "C'mon, honey! You can do it!"
A smaller, softer tube of dung pushed out smoothly in one long
rush, swirling down onto the large hard monsters below. The smell was
unspeakable, as if Jack was trapped inside a ladies' room toilet. This
was too much, he thought. The rankest act ever.
Or was it? Because a new inspiration arose in Jack's mind as
the last of Siobhan's shit fell from her ass and she paused to glance
back at her production.
"Whew! That felt wonderful! God, what a pile! Boy does it
stink!"
"Oh, Siobhan, it smells great! This is so fucking insane that
I can't believe it!" Jack stopped a moment. "But you said you'd do
anything I wanted, didn't you?"
"Yes, Jack! This is it! This is your night!"
"Siobhan, we're only half way there! I hope you're ready
because I have to go too! And sweetheart, I'm dying to shit all over
you!"
"Then shit you shall!" Siobhan smirked. She got off Jack and
lay down next to him on the bed. "What do you want to do with that
load on your chest?"
"Honey, that's going to come between us!" Jack chuckled as he
raised himself on one elbow and then rolled over on top of Siobhan.
The sticky pile of turds mashed between their chests and spread out
like a thick layer of chocolate frosting. Jack raised himself up and
watched as clumps of dung dropped off of him onto the lovely girl
beneath him.
Then he clambered around on the bed and backed his butt up to
Siobhan's face, his legs kneeling on either side of her. Siobhan,
bless her soul, was goo to her word, and started kissing and licking
his ass in a sensuous frenzy. She drilled at his asshole with her deft
little tongue making him shiver with excitement.
"Siobhan!" he called back to her. "Are you ready for the
ultimate? Can I shit in your mouth? Will you accept my turds for
dessert?"
There was a pause of silence, no longer than a skipped beat,
but it seemed to stretch forever. Then Jack heard Siobhan's throaty
whisper barely breaking through the silence. There was a tension and a
quiet force behind the words.
"Jack..." she said. "You can ...shit in my mouth, lover. I
want to taste your food. I'll do anything for you!"
Years later, when many of the details of this night had grown
dim in Jack's memory, this moment still stood out. There was a shift
in the fabric of reality, as if an estranged part of Jack's being had
suddenly clicked into place, and the world had rearranged itself in
his favor.
"Thank you, Siobhan!" He whispered back. "This is my most
private gift. Thank you for taking it."
Jack crouched down on his elbows and felt the grit and grease
of the turds squished between his trunk and Siobhan's. He fastened his
lips around her protruding girl-dick and teased it back and forth with
his tongue. Siobhan moaned and bucked, and he briskly inserted two
fingers into her cunt and scooped them around. Siobhan continued to
rim his ass, landing little lovebites in the hair around his anus, and
digging her fingers into his cheeks. His cock swung down stiffly
poking at her breasts, stringing precum back and forth between them.
Judging from her thrashing and erratic stabs at his asshole,
Siobhan was on the verge of a monumental orgasm. Jack redoubled his
efforts and flexed his inner muscles.
"Get ready, Siobhan! Here it comes!"
He moved his weight to his hands and pushed back against his
ass. Jack could feel his bowels start to move, the snake of shit start
to wend its way towards freedom. His anus enlarged and suddenly a
pebbly brown turd poked out. Siobhan's eyes widened in a mute
combination of horror and fascination and she tentatively touched the
intruder with her tongue. For almost a minute, Jack kept his dung
protruding, not far enough to break off, just far enough for Siobhan
to learn its taste and texture.
Then he grunted lustily and evicted the brown bomber. It
pushed between Siobhan's crimson lips, smearing her lipstick to a dull
brown. The beautiful woman held the turd in her mouth like a foul
cigar. Then she spat it out and it bounced between Jack's balls and
her chin, rolling down into the space between her breasts. Siobhan
licked her lips and Jack pushed again. Another smaller turd slipped
out and into Siobhan's hungry mouth.
"Oh yes!" Jack enthused. "Oh baby! Potty mouth!"
Siobhan gargled this turd around a bit and spat it out. It too
dropped down to her tits. Jack pushed one final time and a small,
almost perfect sphere of shit dropped out and into Siobhan's waiting
maw.
"Eat it, Siobhan!" Jack ordered. "Please! Eat my shit!"
He jumped up from his position and swiveled around so that he
was kneeling between her open legs. Siobhan's pussy lips were splayed
open invitingly and he wedged his rampant dick between them, driving
it home in one smooth, well-greased movement. Siobhan moaned, chewed
the fetid marble, and swallowed. Jack balanced on his knees and
grabbed the piles of fresh crap from between her breasts and smeared
it all over her front. He scooped up another handful from her belly
and mashed it onto his own chest, feeling the shit mush around in his
chesthairs.
The stench was terrific. They were mudpeople at the start of
time. The original Adam and Eve acquiring forbidden knowledge. The
clever snake of excrement had pushed forth from his bowels, tempting
Siobhan until finally she had eaten his perfect apple- like turd. Jack
crowed in glee as Siobhan climaxed beneath him, her cunt milking his
cock, the two of them transformed into animals rutting in the
barnyard. He felt his cum stir at the back of his balls, and then it
came shooting forth, filling her cunt with spoon after spoon of pearl
jam. The world shifted again and Jack felt himself collapse gently
onto Siobhan's pillowy tits as she hugged him firmly between her
thighs. The brave adventurer had finally made it home.
Chapter Eight
The next three days passed blissfully for Jack. Siobhan was
off with her Rubber Daddy and Jack returned to his painting. Mudmen
rising out of acrylic puddles of yellow rain, rivulets of mock feces -
the images poured out of him and onto the canvas. This show was going
to raise a ruckus, he could feel it in his bones.
On the fourth day he arose late from an all night work session
and stumbled around in the kitchen fixing some coffee. While the water
was dripping through the filter he went down to the mail slot and
grabbed the morning paper that was lying waiting on the floor.
As soon as Jack saw the headline he got a knot in his stomach
that wouldn't go away. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. He
suddenly wondered if he was ever going to see Siobhan again.
"Millionaire's Mystery Death."
"Paramedics who were summoned by a 911 call to an apartment in
the South Market Towers late last night were unable to revive the
lifeless body of New York investment banking millionaire Cyrus Wescott
III, 72. A Police spokesperson declined to furnish details awaiting
further investigation and the coroner's report.
"Police told the Post that the apartment where Wescott's body
was found was owned by Wescott but sublet to Siobhan Hayden, 29.
Hayden, a former sex therapist previously residing in New York, had
recently moved to the City. Hayden accompanied Police downtown for
questioning but no charges were filed and she was released.
"Wescott is best known as the principal figure in the
leveraged buy-out of the First Union Corporation in 1985 and was a
prominent player in..."
Jack quit reading and threw down the paper. The good times, he
thought to himself, are over. Siobhan's Rubber Daddy checked out for
good and left her holding the bag. The rest, as they say, is history.
"Damn!" Jack muttered. "What a mess!"
Too distracted to work, Jack spent the afternoon pacing around
the loft, worrying about Siobhan and running morbid scenarios in his
mind's eye. Had Siobhan left his phone number written down somewhere
in her apartment? What if the cops dusted the place for fingerprints?
Would they come upon his prints in her playroom? Should he try to call
her? What if they were keeping her under surveillance?
Jack jumped when the phone rang suddenly about four in the
afternoon. Police? he wondered. But by the time it had rung three
times he could no longer restrain himself and he lunged for the phone.
"Hello?" he asked cautiously.
"You're there!" said the familiar husky voice, and Jack
breathed a sigh of relief!"
"Where _are_ you? Are you okay?"
"I'm fucked! I'm at home, but I won't be for long! I guess you
read the headlines! You can guess the rest. The old guy's heart gave
out at the wrong moment. It was terrible!"
"Do you think they're going to try and arrest you for
manslaughter or prostitution or . . .?" Jack asked urgently.
"No, thank God! The old man's family stepped in immediately
and put on strong pressure - and I do mean strong! - to keep things
hushed up. They're getting the apartment sealed off as of tomorrow
morning. And get this! In return for not pressing charges against me,
his family made me agree to evacuate the premises immediately and get
out of their lives forever. This place was still in his name - in
fact, most of the things in here technically belong to him - so there
wasn't anything I could do! I guess I wasn't on top of things as much
as I thought, huh?"
"Siobhan, honey, nobody is. Nobody is." Jack sighed ruefully.
"It sounds like you need some place to go. Do you have somewhere? Do
you want to stay here, at least for awhile until you get on your feet
again?"
"Jack, you're a life saver! I'm packing up my clothes and what
little they'll let me salvage right now."
"Okay. Now listen Siobhan. I've got a friend with a van who
lives near here. Let me give him a call and see if we can come over
and get you all moved. I'll call you right back after I talk to him
and let you know."
* * *
And so it came to pass that Siobhan moved in with Jack and the
voyage continued. The Wescott case disappeared from view and so did
Siobhan's cozy career as a kept woman. She was thrown back on her own
resources - which luckily included a sizable savings that she had
squirreled away out of the reach of Wescott's family. Within a month's
time Siobhan found and rented a small office and began to quietly
rebuild her practice as a sex therapist.
It was now the afternoon of Jack's opening at the downtown
gallery. Advance notice on his show had been very positive - he was
being hailed as a new West Coast Serrano - and he was feeling
victorious, if a bit anxious, as he and Siobhan dressed for the big
night ahead. Siobhan had had her face and nails done professionally
and looked terrific in a daring black dress which plunged down in
front showing bountiful amounts of cleavage. She had promised to be
his unofficial salesgirl, charming as many rich art patrons as she
could into making the leap and buying a painting. Jack was very
optimistic and whistled tunelessly as he fumbled around trying to knot
a loud tie.
"Here let me help with that!" Siobhan chuckled as she walked
over to him. With a few quick movements her tiny hands formed a
perfect knot and she patted his chest affectionately.
"By the way, Jack. Since you're in such a good mood, perhaps
this is a good time to let you in on a little secret!"
"A secret?" Jack arched an eyebrow and looked at her
quizzically.
"Honey, remember `your night' a couple of months ago when we
went all the way?"
"Uh, yesss...?"
"Well, Jack, we really did go all the way!"
"Hunh?"
"Jack, sweetheart, I'm pregnant! I just found out for sure
yesterday!"
Jack felt a dual rush of fear and joy as his blood rushed to
his head. Siobhan pregnant? Suddenly he felt very old.
"I know he's yours, because you're the only man I've actually
had inside me for months and months. Old Wescott never actually came
near me. But that time when we were both covered with shit and fucking
like mad? I'm sure that's when you zapped me."
"Siobhan... This is too much!"
"Can we keep it? I'm ready for a change. This time I'll be a
Mommie for real!"
"Sure thing, cupcake! Wow. Pregnant."
By the time they arrived at the gallery Jack felt like he was
floating on air. Soon however, as the exhibit space filled up with
scene makers, art connoisseurs, and friends, he pushed the big news
out of his mind and concentrated on his art.
As he had predicted, his latest paintings caused quite a stir.
Word of mouth had spread through the local fetish subculture and there
were a good number of leather-clad and pierced denizens of the night
enjoying the novelty of a chic art gallery full of paintings evoking
the strong taboos of urine and feces. Even the usually more staid art
collectors were fascinated and more than once Jack had to devise an
answer to an earnest matron's queries about his startling choice of
subjects.
One older woman in particular, a slightly frowzy blonde in her
early forties, seemed to dog his heels, pointedly eavesdropping on his
conversations with other attendees and periodically cornering him with
her thoughts about this painting or that. Despite her age, there was
something little girlish about her, not the least her high pitched
voice which immediately grated on Jack's nerves. She had clearly made
major inroads into the gallery's cheap Chardonnay, and by the time the
opening began to thin out and the crowd had moved on, she made one
final beeline toward Jack.
Jack, flush with the pleasure of having sold no less than
three paintings in as many hours, saw her coming out of the corner of
his eye. Siobhan was across the room in intent conversation with a
distinguished gentleman in an expensive suit. Jack quickly looked
around but there was no one close at hand to save him. The tipsy
blonde bore down on him like a speeding locomotive and caught his arm
in a tight grip.
"Can we talk in private for a minute, Mr. Newton? I must show
you something!" she chirped. "Here, let's go back here!"
The blonde dragged the reluctant artist down the hall at the
back of the large room and through a door into the gallery's bathroom.
Jack stood dumbly in the middle of the small room as the blonde
pivoted and clicked the lock button on the doorknob.
Then she turned and came over, backing him against the wall by
the sink, her face inches from his. Jack could smell the wine on her
breath and was faintly revolted. Under different circumstances he
might have found her somewhat attractive, he thought. Dark eyeshadow
and mascara gave her a vampish look which was somewhat at odds with
her insistent childish manner. She was small busted but her hips
swelled impressively into a substantial butt.
"Mr. Newton! I can't tell you what your paintings do for me!
They're so...so frank! So honest! It's as if you're not afraid to face
the most basic things in life!"
"Oh, well, really..." Jack blustered. He had a reluctant
intuition as to where this was leading, a sense of inevitability that
gripped his gut and left him panting.
"My husband came here tonight and took one look and ran off to
the nearest bar! Typical! He can't stand things like poo-poo and pee-
pee!" A petulant look crossed her face and the infantile language
underscored her childishness. Despite his uneasiness, Jack was
perversely fascinated by the thick air of arrested development that
enveloped her.
"But you, Mr. Newton. You like it! I know you do!" She stared
at him excitedly. She paused a moment and then exclaimed, "Oh no! I
have to go tinkle! Would you like to watch?"
The blonde reached down and removed her heels and a bit
unsteadily climbed up on the toilet seat, her face towards the wall.
She hoisted up her dress waist high and squatted and Jack could see
that she wore no panties beneath her panty-hose.
Good Lord, Jack thought to himself. She's not even going to
remove her panty-hose!
The blonde turned her head and grinned wickedly at Jack. There
was the sigh of a pungent fart escaping and then the hiss of her pee.
Urine flowed down into the tightly stretched crotch of her panty-hose,
collecting there for a few moments before it began to drip through the
saturated fabric. The evening's Chardonnay poured out of her, becoming
a steady stream filtered by the nylon and splashing into the toilet
below. Some of the liquid ran down her thighs inside the hose, making
a large dark stain. The blonde sighed in relief.
When it was over, she didn't move.
"Oh, Mr. Newton! I have to make a B.M.! I'm going to poo my
panties! I'm so naughty, aren't I?"
"Very," Jack muttered.
He felt torn between rapt fascination and anxious dread. What
if Siobhan came looking for him? Wasn't this a betrayal of her? He
didn't even like this woman, yet here he was trapped in a small room
as she dirtied herself in an exhibitionist display.
The blonde strained and another fart escaped, a sputtering
loud one this time. It smelt quite different from Siobhan's now
familiar gas - sharper, more fruity.
Then, without any announcement, soft light brown shit began to
push out from between the woman's cheeks. It looked like chocolate
soft serve ice cream as it flowed out, filling up the seat of her
panty-hose. This wasn't the kind of hard clumpy turds that Jack
usually liked. This was truly poo-poo, as if produced by a small girl
with a fever. Not quite the runs, but close.
The smell was cloyingly bittersweet and the sight was truly
perverse. The blonde looked back at him proudly, as if she expected
her Daddy to praise her copious production.
"Mr. Newton! I did a big B.M., didn't I?"
"Quite."
"It feels so warm against my tushy! Would you like to kiss
it?"
As if in a trance, Jack found himself kneeling at the blonde's
large ass. Close up, the smell of her softened feces was especially
offensive. This is sick, he thought. This is truly sick.
He pushed his face up to her bulging panty-hose. He took a
deep breath and kissed the brown gauze. Her shit felt warm against his
lips and a faint film of moisture leaked through the fabric.
Then suddenly Jack was rising, panicking, fighting the urge to
retch. He grabbed the doorknob, and yanked the door open, slamming it
behind him as he rushed out of the chamber.
From inside came the plaintive voice of a pouting child.
"Didn't you like my poo-poo, Mr. Newton?"