Julie's Wild Week #11 - Julie's Faulty Cistern Adventure

by Arthur Saxon
arthursaxon@zombieworld.com

Naked, wet and shivering, Julie paced up and down in her stall, wondering how long it would take her father and Lynn to figure out where she had gone.  The first thing, however, was to get dry.  She wiped as much water as she could from her body with her hands, then went out into the basin area to fetch some paper towels, with which she dried herself.

Now dry, she began to warm up a little.  Unwilling to be confined to her stall, she wandered around the basin area, thinking over her traumatic nude adventure.  How many people had seen her naked?  Hundreds?  Thousands?  The idea was frightening, yet it was arousing too, especially since she was now in the comparative safety and seclusion of the car park toilet.  Already her panic and tears were just a memory.

It occurred to Julie that she might as well make use of the facilities since she was here.  She needed to pee and also there was a certain amount of pressure in her bowels that could do with being relieved.  She entered one of the two stalls and sat down.  She was about to close the door when she thought, ‘Why not leave it open?  The chances of someone coming in before I’m finished are fairly slim.’  But the possibility that someone might see her was tantalising.

And then she decided that she would rather be caught by a man than by a woman, so she got up and crossed over to the door.  Opening it slightly to check that the coast was clear, she hurried out and entered the door to the men’s room.

It stank.  She wrinkled up her nose at the smell of stale urine and faecal matter.  There seemed to be nobody here, however, so she walked into one of the stalls and looked into the toilet bowl.  What she saw made her retch.  Whoever had last used this toilet obviously did not believe in flushing afterwards.  A long brown turd was lying half in and half out of the water, which was such a deep brown colour that she could not see the porcelain below the water line.  A few dirty pieces of paper floated on the surface.  It was the most disgusting thing she had ever seen.

And yet she could not take her eyes off it.  It was horrible, certainly, but … what if she were to sit down here, with her bottom only inches from this repulsive-looking object protruding from the water?  Why should she not empty her bladder and bowels here?  It couldn’t do any harm, surely?

Gingerly she sat down on the toilet seat, which mercifully was quite clean.  It took a few moments for her to relax enough to be able to pee, but at last she managed it, and let out a stream that lasted surprisingly long.  Julie wondered whether she had been absorbing some of the rain that had fallen on her in the last half hour.

Having finished, she looked down between her legs, and was surprised to see that the turd had disappeared beneath the murky waters.  Only a brown streak showed where it had hitherto resided.  Settling back down, she closed her eyes and began to push, straining to squeeze the contents of her bowels out into the waiting toilet bowl.  It was a shame, she reflected, that she did not have her panties with her – it felt like being a big one and she would have liked to play with it a little.

It began to emerge, and Julie grunted.  This one felt wide and quite hard – what had she been eating recently?  She continued to strain, adjusting her position to allow gravity to help her as much as possible in her endeavours, and her poo slowly but surely slid out of her rectum and descended gracefully towards the water below.  Finally it broke off, and Julie relaxed, panting with the exertion.  She stood up and looked down into the bowl.  Her turd was now resting in the same position as the previous one had been, only rather more of this one was out of the water.  She shuddered in horror at the thought of what she had just done, then she grabbed some toilet paper, wiped her bottom, and dropped the paper into the pan.  Then she flushed.

Nothing happened.  She flushed again.  Still nothing.  Then it suddenly dawned on her why the toilet was in such a disgusting state.  Someone else had been caught out the same way as she.  Maybe more than one.  Who knew how many turds were lurking beneath the surface?

Whatever, it was time to get out of this place.  Julie walked out of the stall and washed her hands in one of the basins.  Just then, she heard footsteps outside.  Panicking, she rushed back to the stalls.  Unable, however, to bring herself to shut herself into the stall she had just left, she chose the other one and locked the door behind her.  She heard the door open outside and footsteps entering the room.  The footsteps entered the stall next to her, and then there was a loud exclamation of disgust as the man saw what was in the bowl.  There came a sound of the flush mechanism being tried, and a voluble curse as the man realised it was broken.

The man walked out of the stall.  To Julie’s consternation, he tried the handle of the door to her own stall, but left it alone when he found it locked.  Frustrated, the man entered the other stall again, and Julie heard him unzip.  He emptied his bladder, then left the stall and headed out of the toilet.  Julie relaxed.  She unlocked her stall, left it, and quickly returned to the ladies’ room.  It was nice to be away from the stench of the men’s room.

Half an hour later, however, her father and Lynn had still not shown up, and Julie was desperately bored.  She wandered back to the men’s room and entered the stall with the broken cistern.  Staring thoughtfully into the bowl, she began to form an idea that at once revolted and attracted her.  Then, plucking up her courage, she reached down into the bowl and grasped her own turd in her hand.  It was still quite firm despite having been peed on, perhaps more than once by now.

Julie placed her left foot on the toilet seat, then reached down and placed the tip of her turd at the entrance to her vagina.  Slowly, she began to push.  Her cunt lips parted and her opening began to distend as her thick poo began to force its way into her.  She began to masturbate as she slid the poo deeper inside her body, until finally it hit her cervix and would go no deeper.  She wished for her father’s electrical tape, but there was nothing like that available to her.  However, she broke off the end of the poo and mashed it into her pussy, then put her left foot back on the floor and clamped her thighs together in an effort to hold her poo inside her cunt.  It worked, at least for the time being.

Emboldened by her arousal, Julie gathered up the courage to reach down into the toilet bowl again.  She shuddered for a moment, then her hand broke the surface as she sought other people’s excrement.  Almost immediately her fingers sank into something squishy, and she felt around for the outline of the object she had found.  Scooping it up, she pulled it out of the water – a soft, practically shapeless pale brown piece of a man’s shit.

Julie smeared it all over her left breast, and massaged the disgusting stuff into her supple flesh.  Then she reached into the brown water again for another handful.  More and more excrement she fished out, and soon her breasts and belly were plastered with the vile stuff.  The last handful that came out she rubbed into her pussy, and back to her anus.  Then, frustrated that there was no more left, she scooped up handfuls of the filthy water itself, and poured it over her chest.

Then, carefully, so as not to lose what was in her cunt, she left her stall and entered the other one, which was comparatively clean.  Here she started to masturbate, while rubbing shit around on her breasts and into her pussy.  She stuck a couple of fingers up her cunt – they sank into her own shit.  She felt disgusting, and it felt fantastic.

The door to the men’s toilet opened.  Julie froze, but made no move to close the door of her stall.  She was beyond worrying about getting caught.  In breathless anticipation, she watched with wide eyes, expecting a strange man to walk into her field of vision.  But instead, the door of the stall next to her was opened, and closed.  She heard him exclaim in disgust at the awful smell that was assailing his nostrils, which perhaps he attributed to the murky brown water in his own stall.

Julie heard the man unzip his trousers and then, to her surprise, she heard him sit down and begin to grunt.  A splash followed, and then another, and then came the sound of paper being ripped out of the dispenser.  A minute or so later, the flush mechanism was tried, and the man swore as it failed to work.  The stall door opened, the man went to wash his hands, and then he left.

Julie sighed with relief, though she also felt a little disappointment.  She had really expected to get caught this time, and she wondered what might have happened if she had.  Still, the situation was not without its good points.  She now had more to play with…

She got up and walked round to the other stall.  Reaching into the bowl, she pulled out one of the man’s turds and squished it into her pussy.  She even tried to push some of it up into her own anus, but sadly she was too tight, and the poo was too soft.

Fishing out the rest of the poo, she rubbed it into her left nipple, then mashed it into her breast.  She was in heaven, and she sighed with happiness.  She continued to masturbate and, as her orgasm approached, she found herself replaying in her mind the terrifying minutes she had spent running naked through the city streets.  Except now those memories were not just terrifying – they were intensely erotic, and she began to imagine walking out into the shopping mall or the precinct, covered as she was in other people’s shit.

Then it happened.  Julie froze again as the door opened and a man came in.  This time he made straight for her stall, then he stopped and stared at her in astonishment.  For a moment neither he nor she moved, but then Julie began to rub her pussy with one hand, and her breast with the other, smearing excrement around on her naked flesh.

The man looked around, as if to check if anyone was watching.  He stepped towards her, then recoiled a little as the awful stench hit him.  He wrinkled his nose up.  “What on Earth are you doing?” he asked her.

“What does it look like?” responded Julie, as casually as she could, though her voice trembled.  “Would you care to contribute?”

“Contribute?”  The man looked puzzled, then he said, “You mean … shit … on you?”

Julie nodded, but the man did not seem too happy about the prospect.  “Um, I don’t think so,” he said.  “Tell you what – I’ll crap in the next stall, and you can do what you like with it, okay?”

“Sure,” said Julie.  “Then you can watch me if you like.”

“Maybe.”  The man headed for the next stall and locked himself in.

A couple of minutes later he re-emerged.  “Nearly flushed it by mistake,” he said.  “Force of habit.  Okay, do whatever you do.”

Julie got up carefully and made her way around to the other stall.  The man stood well back as she approached.  She entered the stall and reached down into the bowl.  There was just a small poo in there, but she pulled it out, then turned to face the man, who was watching in disgusted fascination.  “Where would you like me to put it?” she asked him.

“Um, in your mouth?” he suggested.  Then he added, “Lick it first, all over.  Slowly.”

Julie was appalled at this.  “I don’t think so!” she said.  “Not the face or hair.  Anywhere else though.”

“Okay, how about in your … cunt?” he said.

Julie shook her head.  “I already have my own in my cunt.  See?”  She lifted her leg to show him, and the poo in her cunt oozed out of her a bit.”

“Good grief!” exclaimed the man.  “Okay, um, well just rub it in your pussy then.”

Julie smiled, then obeyed his instruction, caressing her clitoris with his shit before rubbing it along her groove and around her labia.  Then she pressed it into her clit, and it squished deliciously as it spread out to blanket her pussy.

The door opened again.  The man, startled, turned and hurried out of the room, past the newcomer who stood in the doorway.  Julie peered around the corner of her stall, then gasped in surprise.

“Lynn!” she exclaimed.

“Julie!  You are here!”  Lynn came rushing into the room.  “I’m so relieved!  I’d almost given up on you.  Oh my god!  What have you been doing?”  She stopped and stared at Julie.

Julie smiled nervously.  “Sorry,” she said.  “Got a bit carried away.  I don’t suppose you could help me clean up could you?”

“Sure thing, my love,” said Lynn.  “Did you have fun?”

“You bet.”  Julie grinned wickedly.  “That guy just provided me with some of his own poo.”

Lynn gasped.  “Oh Julie!  You’re covered in someone else’s poo?”

“Several people’s, actually,” confirmed Julie.  “And my own is stuffed right up my cunt.”

“Up your … Julie Ward!  You are bad!”

Julie giggled.  “I know,” she said.  “But you know, Lynn, the closer I get to orgasm, the less I seem to care about who’s watching, or how disgusting is the thing that I’m doing.”

“I guess so!  Well, you’ve set me quite a target to beat,” said Lynn.  “But let’s get you cleaned up, and then we’ll get back to the car.  Your Dad’s worried sick.”

“I’m sure he is.  Oh well.  It was fun while it lasted.”

Together they cleaned Julie up and put a minidress and a pair of panties on her.  With more than a little regret she consented to remove her poo from her vagina – though it felt absolutely wonderful, she knew it would certainly fall out as she walked back to the car.

The two girls were both soaked to the skin by the time they reached the car, and were attracting some lingering glances from passers-by.  Facing each other in the rain, they embraced and french-kissed for a full half-minute, then got into the car and took off their wet dresses.

The ride home was lots of fun for them both.

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