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Laura and Lilli - 1
by Autolycus (no address provided)

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Someone is making magnificent drawings in the cubicle of 
a Ladies loo. After Lilli has copied several, she finds 
that the artist is another lady and they strike up a 
very close association. It seems that Laura has no 
limits to her depravity and is looking for such a 
friend. She they meet in Laura's car and Lilli learns 
what is in store for her. (FF, toys, scat, ws, voy)

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1. The Meeting


Lilli, as those who've read my stories will be aware, is 
my nearest thing to a best friend. She matches perfectly 
my moods, my desires, even my depravities. And yet she 
was still at school when I met her. This is the story of 
our meeting... and subsequent events.

It started when I was making one of my regular rounds of 
the Ladies' Loos in the area. Men consider that cottage 
contacts are a male prerogative: they should look in the 
Ladies. I was checking one of the most prolific when I 
saw a reply. All my messages were accompanied by a 
picture, usually as depraved as I could make it on a 
brick with a stub of pencil. 

I only wanted to meet girls who were into my trips. 
Beside each of the perversions I'd offered, under the 
drawing was a bold tick and beneath my advertisement was 
the reply in another hand. VERY KEEN it said and then 
MESSAGE with an arrow, the shaft of which ran horizontal 
until it turned suddenly vertical and the point 
indicated a missing brick that was the council's answer 
to air-conditioning. 

I felt inside the hole, wondering as to the naivety of 
the writer of the message, and was delighted to find a 
folded paper still there. It looked like a page a school 
exercise book and was folded into four: across one 
quarter it was addressed TO MISTRESS in a childlike hand 
and the contents read thus: 


Hello
I love your pictures. If that's what you
do I'd love to make a date.
I'm sorry but I don't have a place to go or much 
experience but I'm keen to learn
Love
Lilli XXX
 

She went on offer me a couple of dates and ended her 
message with
 
I'M GENUINE! 

Also enclosed in the folds was a passport photo of a 
very attractive – and very young – girl. Not wishing to 
miss such an opportunity, I ticked both dates, returned 
the note to the hole, and erased her arrow. I picture I 
kept. Later, smeared with my juices, it lay under my 
cheek... ensuring dirty dreams.

I made it for the first, suitable attired and prepared. 
There were no cars in the car park and, since I was a 
few minutes late, I presumed it was a false call. When I 
walked into the convenience, however, there was a coat 
spread over one door: I locked myself into the next 
cubicle. My coat-spreading took but a moment and I'd 
taken a quick peep at the hole: somebody was watching 
me. 

Pretending nonchalance I looked at several advertisement 
and drawings on the walls, getting myself all worked up 
and, consequently, touching myself up... appearing all 
unaware that someone was watching me. Funnily enough, 
the most absorbing picture just happened to be directly 
opposite the hole and it was there that I just had to 
pull up my skirt and start caressing my sex through my 
undies. Once I'd given my audience a good view – both 
front and rear – I knelt down and peered through the 
hole.

At first, all I could see was a dark, smoky eye and 
then, after a flurry of movement, resolved itself into a 
rather pretty girl in her late teens or early twenties, 
tall, blonde butch hair style, no make-up... and a 
perfect body. She was wearing a white blouse stretched 
taut over large, firm breasts, a grey uniform skirt, and 
a tie that marked her out as a pupil – obviously sixth 
form – of the local posh public school. 

What was more, she had a Prefect's badge pinned to her 
tie. Once she was sure that she had my attention, the 
skirt was pulled up to reveal her white regulation 
school knicks. One hand slid under the waist elastic to 
make some interesting movements in her gusset. The 
material was already damp, and then became suddenly 
damper.

I realised that she was peeing on her hand. 'Stop!' I 
hissed through the hole. 'Save it!' I knew that there 
was only the two of us in the building.

'Is it safe to talk?'

'Yep. We're the only ones here. What's your hurry?'

'I made a mistake on my dates,' she whispered. 'I'm on 
duty tonight and I've got to get back to school by ten 
o'clock, and the bus journey takes three quarters of an 
hour.' She giggled, definitely a school girl's giggle. 
'I'm bursting, too. All I wanted was to show you I was 
genuine and then we could meet another time. That's why 
I started peeing myself. Can we meet again? Please?'

'Of course we can! Let's meet outside, then we'll take a 
little run in my car and you'll still be at school by 
ten. Coming?'

And a couple of minutes later we were standing outside 
our cubicles. Lilli was tall, pretty, and with lots of 
curves in the right places. There was a certain puppy 
plumpness about her that was lost in her height. But she 
was still a school girl, even one who had passed her 
sixteenth birthday... and I wasn't sure about that, 
either.  

I suggested that we take the 'long' way back, along some 
country lanes that I knew, and promised her a look at 
some rude pictures. I took her hand in mine and led her 
to my car. I didn't make mention of her previous 
urgency: perhaps that would emerge later.

The back roads that I used were regular routes of mine 
and I could have driven them blindfold. I drove slowly 
and, once away from the town, laid my hand on the girl's 
leg.

'Can I have a feel of those wet knicks?' I asked.

Her legs parted at once and she drew her skirt up to her 
waist. She took my hand and pressed my fingers into her 
sex. And was she wet! What was more, the wetness was not 
only piss: there was another, slimier, feel to it – 
Lilli's juices. When I had delved deep and thoroughly 
coated my fingers, I raised them to my face, and inhaled 
the powerful mix of odours before popping two of my 
fingers into my mouth to lick them clean.

'Care for a taste?' I offered. 'You do taste rather 
yummy.' I noticed that Lilli's hand had replaced mine 
between her legs, which left her the other to grab mine 
and stuff the two tainted fingers into her mouth. It was 
rather thrilling to feel the touch of her tongue and the 
slight sucking.

'Can I touch you?' she asked.

'In a minute,' I replied. 'We're nearly at the little 
hidey-hole where we can stop and talk, and we're only 
five minutes away from your destination.' And then we 
were there and things got serious. Firstly, Lilli 
insisted that she have her reciprocal feel, and was 
surprised and pleased to find out that I was wearing 
rubber undies. She begged a look and I brought out my 
navigator's light. Once she had wondered over and 
admired my transparent directoire knickers with matching 
stockings that sealed the legs of the knickers, I used 
the light to give her a look at some photographs that 
lay in my glove compartment. While she was studying 
these, and allowing me complete access to her body, I 
learnt about her desires and perversions.

Lilli, it appeared, could remember having heavy fetish 
imaginations several years before she learnt how to 
masturbate – real kookie scenarios that involved 
bondage, strange suits and equipment, hospitals, nurses, 
the lot. She didn't know where they came from: they just 
grew. She was also taken with wetting herself – 
purposely – and stuffing the pair of pants that she was 
wearing (under her pyjamas) with several others and 
leaking her urine into them until the whole mass was 
sodden. 

Her first pleasures came through fingering her bum, but 
all that changed when another girl in a changing cubicle 
at the baths had taught Lilli how to 'play with 
herself'. Being able to produce an orgasm added a new 
dimension to her dreams and fantasies. There was a lot 
to tell – interspersed with comments and queries about 
the pictures I was showing her.

'That's you, isn't it?' she asked, pointing to the main 
character in one picture. She was right, but I wondered 
why she had selected that image of me: there had been 
several others in which I appeared more clearly. The 
costume that I was wearing in the indicated picture was 
a lavatory suit that my rubber suppliers had made to my 
design. It consisted of a loose rubber suit that covered 
me completely, literally from head to toe, and on to the 
suit were attached several tubes that ended in unusual 
items.

There were sheaths to accommodate men who wished to take 
a piss in my suit – and on to me – or wank themselves 
off and watch their spunk dribble over my body. There 
were cups for ladies to carry out similar activities, 
and two tubes connected to the rubber that covered my 
face... for a more personal touch.

'Yeah, it's me,' I admitted. 'What do you think of it? 
When you come to visit me you can try one for size. What 
do you say to that?'

I guessed that the ensuing orgasm was answer enough but, 
feeling spiteful, I persisted with my caresses. Her 
school knicks had long since been discarded.

'Shit!' she squealed, 'I'm going to pee, like now... and 
I won't be able to stop messing myself as well!'

'Quick!' I murmured, 'Get into the back of the car.'

'But I need to go, now!'

'Hurry up then! Back of the car, Now!'

In a flurry of activity seats were moved and I undid my 
coat, folded it open and made Lilli stand astride my 
hips, facing away from me. I let her watch me pull my 
skirt out of the way and then I held open the waistband 
of my rubber knickers. 

'Toilet time!' I called.

'What? Me? Go on you?'

'That's the idea. Look, you hold my knickers open like 
so, then we have a climax, and then you let go. OK?'

'It's not just a pee I want,' the girl said hesitantly, 
over her shoulder. 'I need a... a... shit badly.'

'So?'

'You mean for me to... uh... shit into your knickers as 
well? I've never shit with anybody else. I don't know if 
I could do it.'

'Don't you worry about that,' I reassured her, 'I'll 
take care of that. Tell you what. Why don't we feel each 
other up while we're talking. You must have cooled down 
a bit by now. Hold my rubbers with one hand and give me 
some loving with your other. You do shit, don't you?'

A few moments re-arrangement and I had the pleasure of 
the girl's hand feeling it's way over my depilated mons 
and down between my legs. I wriggled my bum forward 
slightly so that – if she wanted – Lilli could reach my 
asshole.

She answered my question. 'Only myself,' she said, 'The 
shitting, I mean. I've never met anyone else but you 
that was interested in it.'

'Like how?' I gasped as her slim fingers wriggled their 
way into my sex. 'How do you do it?'

'Put on my school knicks – the ones I wear for PT, two 
or three pairs – and then I sneak into the loo – when 
everybody's asleep – and go in my knickers. And I make 
it last, Then I rub it all over my tummy and bum... and 
between my legs to make me come.'

'Ever eaten it? Done anything else with it?' I asked, 
fingering her sex and asshole rhythmically.

She paused before she replied. I imagined that she was 
blushing. 'Uh...yes, a couple of times. I've smeared it 
on my tits, too, and...and...taken my pants off and 
pulled them over my head. That's when I remember to take 
my swimming cap to the loo with me.' And then, 'Oh, God! 
I'm coming. Both ways!'

Lilli had her orgasm and immediately afterwards a large 
warm turd dropped on to my tummy, only to be washed down 
between my legs by a gush of Lilli's piss. Twice more 
that happened before Lilli announced that she'd finished 
and the last dribbles of her piss ran down my body. I 
eased the waistband of my rubber knickers from her grip 
and then lifted the girl's body a little higher.

'Got to wipe your bum,' I announced, 'And then we'll 
share a filthy kiss. OK?'

'Oh, please! Yes!' she gasped.

That was a tasty job, too. I started way down by her 
clit, giving it a little nibble to make her squeal, 
found out that she was a very lubricious young lady, and 
then carefully licked her asshole clean of any faecal 
matter. I eased her trembling body onto the seat beside 
me and, holding her head in my hands, pressed my lips 
against hers. Lilli's flew open, sealing them to my face 
while her tongue forced itself between my lips. There 
followed a deep, passionate, dirty, kiss that thrilled 
us both, in Lilli's case to another orgasm because I was 
again exploring her sopping cunt.

'What time is it!' she asked, suddenly alarmed.

'Plenty of time,' I replied, peering at the dashboard. 
'We're only five minutes' drive from school, so we've 
got ten more minutes to play. Want to feel me poop?'

'Oh! Can I? That would be wonderful!'

I pushed her out of the rear seat and, opening the 
passenger door, I positioned her on the edge of the 
seat, facing out of the car. With the aid of the 
versatile navigation light, Lilli would not only be able 
to feel but possibly see me mess my pants. This was 
turning into one hell of an outing: I shuddered as the 
possibilities flooded into my mind. I asked her for her 
school knicks, offering a pair of rubber panties in 
exchange. Part of the advantage of the light was that it 
illuminated Lilli's face, and I could see a sort of 
hunger when I held open my rubber pooping suit again and 
asked her to drop her pants into them.

'What...what are you going to do with them?' she asked.

I chuckled. 'When I go to sleep tonight, your knicks – 
filthy with our piss and our shit – will be a collar for 
me. Think that's a good use?' She nodded hard. 'OK,' I 
continued, 'I'm just about ready to burst myself. 
Ready?' Lilli had already, with many gasps and little 
cries of pleasure, put on the rubber knicks. I removed 
my coat and then stood close to her, astride her legs. 

After tightening the rubber strap that held my knickers 
in place I took her hands I placed them between my legs 
– one to cover my sex and the other my ass. Pulling my 
ass cheeks apart I told her to screw her finger, and 
it's rubber coating, as far into my asshole as she 
could. Rubber is a very giving material and she managed 
to get at least a couple of knuckles into me. 

'Now keep it there,' I ordered, 'Keep it there until I 
force it out.' And, of course, the gusset of my knickers 
was already well filled with Lilli's offering and her 
other hand slithered about as it smeared her shit over 
me...and made a passable job of stimulating me.
 
The navigation light also illuminated Lilli's face, and 
that was a wonder to watch. Her hair was in disarray and 
there was a dreamy look about her eyes, like she was 
stoned, and her gaze moved continuously between my face 
and my hips. Her pretty mouth hung slack and her pink 
tongue flicked around her lips, lingering over the 
traces of her shit. She was so excited that her gasping 
was interspersed with little cries and mews of pleasure. 
I also noticed that she had wriggled forward until her 
was sitting on the edge of the passenger seat and 
rocking her hips to and fro as she frottagιd herself on 
it. 

I was not going to hang around, that was for sure. I 
just 'let go', and watched the expression on Lilli's 
face as my piss spurted over one hand while a soft, warm 
turd shunted her finger away and filled her palm. Her 
eyes were tight shut and her mouth made a perfect 
circle, a silent 'O'. I felt her fist close on the shit 
and I could imagine that – even through the rubber of my 
knicks – she could feel the stuff sliding through her 
fingers and out of her palm, warm through the rubber. 
Shocked, she pulled her hand out and looked at it.

'Hurry up, girl.' I whispered urgently. 'There's more to 
come. Look, use one hand between my legs, mix mine up 
with yours, and bring yourself off with the other hand.'

'No!' she hissed. 'I'm cumming anyway. I want to make 
you come with me.'

I eased the legs of my rubber stockings further up my 
thighs, covering more of my knickers, pooling our mess 
around my body. Lilli was smarter with the next, larger, 
turd, easing it forward until she could force it against 
my cunt so that some of it slid in. It was a heavenly 
sensation.

'Next time we meet, there won't be rubber in the way,' I 
gasped, and then, 'Get ready, I'm starting to climax!'

To my surprise she stood up and wrapped her arms around 
me, holding my so tight that part of my inflated 
knickers pressed against her sex. 'Yes!' she cried, 
'Now!'

And we did, and it was lovely.

Even as we shuddered out our orgasms, Lilli was still 
feeling my bulging knickers. She sighed and nuzzled my 
neck. 'Oh, that was wonderful!' she exclaimed. 'I can 
hardly wait until the weekend. I feel like I want to 
climb into your knicks and live there.'

'You'd drown,' I warned her.

'Can you think of a better way of going?' was her pert 
reply. 'Tell you what, though. You said we'd be doing it 
without the clothes in the way. I'd like that... but I'd 
like us to have rubber around us.'

There was no reply to that and suddenly I was aware of 
the time. 'Come on,' I said,' We've got just over five 
minutes left. Let's hurry. Got your rubber pants on?'

Lilli nodded. 'And there's quite a pool of my juices in 
them.' She giggled. 'Expect I can find some use for 
those tonight!'

I bundled her into the car and sped on to our 
destination. Even on that short journey, Lilli managed 
to slide her hand between my legs to feel the mess in my 
knicks. 'Sure you know where to find me now?' I asked. 
She repeated the directions word perfect and then 
started to say something else.

'Can I ask you a question?' she said, hesitantly. 'When 
I come to see you will...will you tied me up and gag me 
and punish me. Like, I've read some stories about things 
like that and they...they seem like lots of fun.' She 
went on, more hurriedly, 'When I was playing at home, 
sometimes I'd tie my legs to the ends of the bed and 
things like that. Then I'd slap my nipples with a ruler. 
Used to bring myself off that way sometimes.'

'I expect that we'll do that a lot,' I replied with a 
giggle, 'I like giving and taking. Do you?'

'I'll know when I've tried it,' she laughed. 'Oh, damn, 
there's the bloody dump. Better drop me just here, then 
I can go over the kitchen wall.' She leaned over for a 
kiss. 'This has been the most wonderful night of my 
life, all the better 'cos there's more to come. Thank 
you.'

And with that she had vanished into the pile of 
buildings that was her school.

I drove home gently, conscious of the precious load in 
my knickers. More than conscious, actually, 'cos I took 
every opportunity to feel myself, mashing the filthy 
mixture against my body, forcing solid lumps of shit 
into my cunt. I climaxed twice, once while I was doing 
seventy on a dual carriageway, but got home with my 
contents intact. Despite those two orgasms I was still 
as randy as hell. 

I mean, who wouldn't be, having a seventeen year old 
girl shit and piss on her. So there was to be one last 
orgasm to arrange. I headed for my play room, partly 
because it was the only bed that was always covered in a 
rubber sheet, and most of my gear was stored there. 

I dumped all my clothes with the exception of my rubber 
knickers, stockings and gloves, tugged a black rubber 
cap over my head to protect my hair, and fitted a pair 
of rubber swimming goggles over my eyes. I eyed myself 
in one of my many mirrors dotted around the room: I 
wasn't at all bothered by my strange appearance. 

I still had my heels on, of course, and - because my 
goggles were old-fashioned and gave a sort of tunnel 
vision – I had to view my image in stages. First my feet 
and stockings and then my rubber knickers bulged out 
with two loads of shit and piss, still warm about my 
body. Another movement of my head and I could see the 
refection of my tits, hard and teated with hugely 
engorged – and sensitive – nipples. Then, finally, my 
head with the floppy cap – except where it sealed 
against skin – and the ludicrous goggles. I was ready.

Standing by the bed was a large, circular bowl with a 
rubber bag stretched around the rim. I stood in the bag 
in the bowl and eased my knicker legs out of their 
stockinged bondage. As I held each leg open a mixture of 
shit and piss, mine and Lilli's, flooded down my legs 
and into the rubber bag. So far, so good. 

By a process of alternately easing the waist and leg 
opening I managed to pull my knickers down and off, 
holding them in one hand while I pressed them against my 
body, running my hand down them to reclaim any mess left 
in them. At that point Lilli's school knicks fell out... 
but they weren't the pristine white they had been 
earlier. 

As I promised, I hung those around my neck My rubber 
gloves made excellent wipers to swipe over my bum, belly 
and stockings to make sure that everything ended up in 
the bag. I even stepped out and wiped my feet into it. 
Now it was bed time.

To be continued...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in 
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of 
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider 
seeking professional help.
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