Julie's Wild Week #14 - Julie's Strange Insertions Adventure

by Arthur Saxon
arthursaxon@zombieworld.com

Back at the house, Julie and Lynn showered and washed their microdresses under the shower head.  Then they walked, naked, into the study, and there found Martin.  He gave a start and then smiled at them.

“Hi,” he said.  “I’m just collating all these nice pictures of you two.”

“Ah good,” said Julie.  “Are you going to post them on the web?”

“Um, no,” replied Martin.  “I thought these pics should be just for our own enjoyment.”

“Don’t forget, Dad,” said Julie, “Lynn and I love to be watched.  If you don’t post them, we will.”

Martin looked most surprised, but he did not argue.  “Well,” he said, “I’m not sure where to put them, but I’ll have a look around and find a suitable site.”

“Good.  Thanks, Dad.”  Julie smiled, then turned to Lynn.  “Okay, my darling,” she said.  “Let’s go downstairs and see what we can find in the kitchen.”

The girls trotted down the stairs and entered the kitchen, still naked and both very horny.  Julie began to look around for suitable things to insert into her body and Lynn’s.

“What size of thing do you think you can fit in your anus, my love?” she asked.

“Hmm,” said Lynn.  “Well something fist-sized, perhaps, but I have to admit I might find it tricky right now.  I haven’t been to the loo since Wednesday and I’m feeling pretty full.”

“Since Wednesday?”  Julie was astounded.  “My goodness, you must be full!  Well, do you want to go and let it out?”

Lynn shook her head.  “No, I kind of promised myself that the next time I poo, I’ll let it all out into my panties in a very public place.”

“Really?”  This thought excited Julie, and she reached down and began to caress her clitoris.  “What would you be wearing?  And where would you do it?”

“A microdress, obviously, and some fairly capacious panties.  As to where, I’m not sure, but I was considering doing it on one of the underground trains, at a really busy time of day.”

“Sounds wonderful!” remarked Julie, and she knelt down in front of Lynn.  Putting her face up to Lynn’s pussy, she began to lick at her friend’s clitoris.  “Tell me more,” she said between licks.

“Well,” said Lynn, a little breathlessly, “I figure I’ll be sitting there nonchalantly, with my panties fully visible to those sitting opposite me, and I’ll just force out all my poo into my panties.  Then I’ll whip off my dress and throw it out of the window.”
“Out of the window?” asked Julie.  “While the train’s moving?”

“Absolutely.  Then I’ll cover my breasts and pussy with my poo, rubbing it all in, and then I’ll take off my panties and I’ll throw them out of the window.”

Julie gasped.  “But then you’ll be naked!”

“I know.”  Lynn grinned.  “Well I just envied you like mad when you got caught in the city without any clothes on.  I want to be naked in public with no access to my clothes, just like you were.”

“Not quite like I was,” corrected Julie.  “I at least could run away.  But in a crowded, moving train, you will not be able to escape from the attention.”

Lynn smiled.  “That’s half the fun of it,” she said.  “I’ll be trapped, naked, and covered in shit.”

“So when are you planning to do this?” asked Julie.  “Surely you can’t hold it in for much longer.”

“That’s the drawback,” admitted Lynn, “but I figure I can hold it in until tomorrow after school.  Then I’ll get my Dad, or perhaps your Dad, if you’re both willing, to give me a ride into the city.  And then leave me there, so I’ll know that there’s no chance I’ll be rescued.”

Julie shook her head.  “You’ll get yourself arrested,” she said.  “But I’ll be happy to ask my Dad to take you into the city.  How do you see this adventure concluding?”

Lynn shrugged.  “I don’t,” she said.  “I don’t want to plan how I’ll ‘escape’.  I want to be afraid, to be uncertain of what will happen to me.”

“I know how that feels,” said Julie, nodding.  “But I’m awfully worried about you.  This sounds like an adventure more dangerous than any we’ve yet attempted.”

“It is,” agreed Lynn.  “But I really want to do it.  Anyway let’s change the subject.  What were you hoping to find in here?”

Julie opened the fridge.  “Let’s see,” she said.  “Dad apparently bought some things that might be useful to us…  Ah yes!  A couple of cucumbers!  How sweet of Dad to think of us and our needs.”

Lynn chuckled.  “All right, lover,” she said.  “Why don’t you get on all fours and let me insert it inside you?”

Julie happily complied, but then Lynn had to go and fetch the Vaseline, so it was a couple of minutes at least before Lynn finally placed the well-lubed point of the cucumber at the entrance to Julie’s anus.

“Ooh, shove it in,” said Julie, and then she winced and groaned as she felt her anus stretched obscenely wide.  The cucumber slid between her buttocks, through her anal sphincter and deep into her rectum.  She gasped with a mixture of pleasure and pain.  Eventually it hit bottom, with at least six inches still remaining outside her body.  Lynn began to ease it back out again.

“Oh, don’t take it out,” Julie complained.  “It feels so good!  Sore, but good.”

“I’m not going to take it out,” Lynn told her.  “Just bear with me a second.”

Lynn took a knife and cut the cucumber in half, just where it was emerging from Julie’s anus.  Then she pushed it slowly back in until it disappeared, and Julie’s anus closed up after it.  Julie gasped again.  “What have you done?” she asked.

“You’ll find that difficult to get out,” said Lynn with a wicked smile.  “The end nearest your anus is now completely flat, and without a pointed or even rounded end, it will have a tough time coming out of your anus.”

“You’re telling me!” exclaimed Julie in horror.  “So what do I do?”

Lynn kissed Julie on the lips.  “I’ll just have to get my hand in there and pull it out,” she said.

“But,” said Julie, “my anus has never had a fist in there, let alone a fist that’s clenched around a cucumber!  I’ll die!”

“No you won’t, silly,” said Lynn.  “You’ll just bleed for a while.  So, what else have we got to play with?”

“Hmm, eggs?” suggested Julie distractedly.

“Eggs?  Okay, I’ll go for that,” conceded Lynn.  “How about if I hold my cunt open with the tongs, then you can crack an egg and pour its contents inside me.  Sound good?”

“Sure,” said Julie, “if you can turn yourself upside down.”

“Can do,” confirmed Lynn, and, taking the tongs, she lay down on the floor then raised her legs, bending her knees and hoisting her hips high off the floor.  She planted her elbows and held her hips up with her hands, then parted her legs.  “Actually,” she said, “I think you’ll have to use the tongs on me.”

Julie grabbed an egg, then took the tongs and inserted them into Lynn’s vagina.  She then pulled them apart so that Lynn’s cunt was held wide open.  She struck the egg on the kitchen counter, then held it over Lynn’s opening and let its contents slip inside.  Lynn squealed with delight.

“Again, again!” she cried.

Julie took another egg and repeated the procedure.  Lynn squirmed happily, then lowered her hips carefully down to the floor.  “Ooh heck, I’m leaking,” she said.  “Where’s that tape when you need it?”

“Here,” said Julie, handing her a bowl.  “Leak into this.  We need to find something that won’t come out quite so easily, fun as I am sure that was.  Now let’s see what else we’ve got…”

“Have you got anything you can stretch me with?” inquired Lynn.  She placed the bowl between her legs, then got up on to her knees.  Egg yolks and albumen began to pour out of her cunt.

“Stretch you?  You mean … your cunt?”

Lynn nodded.  “I mean, a cucumber is very nice, but I know I can fit that.  Do you have anything slightly larger?  Like a marrow, maybe?”

Julie shook her head.  “How about candles?” she suggested.  “They’re thin, but we can put a few of them inside you, and keep adding more until you are stretched to your limit.”

“Sounds excellent!” said Lynn.

Julie went into the dining room and got out a box of twenty candles, most of them unused.  She then hurried upstairs to find the Vaseline.  Returning to the kitchen, she found Lynn lying on the floor and masturbating, with some kind of metal object protruding from her cunt.

“What’s that?” inquired Julie.

Lynn grinned sheepishly and pulled the object out.  It was an egg whisk, which Lynn had inserted up to the hilt.  “Seemed kind of appropriate,” she said, “and I figured I could fit it all right.  Not too comfortable though.”

“Well I’ll just add it to the pile of dirty dishes,” said Julie, taking the whisk from Lynn.  “Now grit your teeth, sweetie, I’m sure this is going to hurt.”

“I can’t wait,” murmured Lynn.

Julie lubed the first candle and slid it right into Lynn’s cunt without difficulty.  Four inches were left sticking out when it stopped going in.  The second candle slid in alongside the first without any trouble.  The third took a little manoeuvring, but it, too, was soon buried deep, forming an equilateral triangle with the others.  Julie then pulled these three slightly apart, so that she could slide the fourth candle in down the middle, thus eliminating the problem of friction against Lynn’s vagina walls.  Lubed as it was, it slid into position with hardly any resistance.  The fifth candle was also easy – Julie made a square of the first four, then pulled the ends apart so that the next would slide in between them.

Pulling all five apart so that a sixth could be squeezed in made Lynn wince.  Julie paused, but Lynn motioned for her to continue.  In the sixth candle went, though with more resistance than its predecessors.  When it was buried as deep as the others, Julie took the seventh candle and attempted to repeat the process.  This time Lynn gasped in pain as Julie pulled the candle ends apart, but she said nothing, so Julie continued.  She began to work the seventh candle in amongst the others, wiggling it back and forth until it was far enough in to slide home parallel to the others.

“Shall I stop there?” she asked.  “That was a difficult one.”

“No,” said Lynn.  “Keep going.  I’m enjoying it, even when it hurts.  And it feels so good to be this full.”

Julie lubed another candle.  Pulling the others apart proved quite hard – Lynn’s cunt was holding them together in a vice-like grip.  But she managed, somehow, to create enough space for the end of the eighth candle to slide into.  Lynn whimpered as Julie began to push it in, her cunt being stretched to new limits.  But still she beckoned for Julie to continue, and so another candle completed the journey.

Lynn’s cunt was now quite a sight.  It looked obscenely distended, with eight candles protruding from it.  Julie found herself becoming aroused just looking at it.  Lynn, for her part, was rubbing her clitoris, her face showing pain as well as pleasure.

“Well,” said Julie.  “I guess that’s it.  Mind if I go and get the camera?  This is a moment I think should be preserved.”

“Sure,” whispered Lynn.

Julie fetched the camera and took a couple of pictures of Lynn’s cunt.  Then she said, “What now, sweetie?”

“Now you put another one inside me,” said Lynn.

Julie raised her eyebrows.  “Another one?  Aren’t you in pain?”

“Yes,” admitted Lynn, “but I want to be in more pain.  Do it, my love.”

“I don’t think I can,” Julie confessed.  “There’s no more room for me to get another candle in.  They’re bunched together pretty tightly.”

“Then,” said Lynn, “pull the whole lot out by a couple of inches, until you can part the ends enough to fit the next one in.”

Julie nodded.  This might work.  She took hold of the whole bunch, and began to slide them out.  When only a couple of inches were left in Lynn’s cunt, she found she could ease the ends apart just enough so that there was room for the next candle.  She lubed it well, then slid it in, pushing it as far as it would go.  Then she took hold of the entire bunch, and began to slide them back into Lynn’s vagina.  Lynn let out a little sob, but Julie persisted, and a moment later the candles were once again buried as far as they would go.  The ninth candle was still protruding, and now Julie proceeded to slide it right down to the end of Lynn’s cunt.  This brought tears to Lynn’s eyes, and she whimpered again.

“Okay,” said Julie.  “That’s it for you.  Any more will tear you apart.”

Lynn nodded, her eyes clenched shut.  She remained there, immersed in her own pain, for several minutes before she finally opened her eyes.  She looked at Julie and smiled weakly.  “My love,” she said.  “Could you possibly chop the candles off just outside my cunt?  I want to keep these in me, but I don’t particularly want them sticking out half a mile while I’m walking around.”

“Sure.”  Julie took a sharp knife and began sawing through the candles, taking great care not to nick Lynn in the process.  Soon she had cut through them all, and Lynn sat up.

“I wonder if they’ll stay in,” said Lynn, “or should I tape them in?”

Julie regarded her handiwork.  “I rather think they are wedged in there pretty tightly,” she said.  “I don’t think they’ll come out.”

“Do you think I could get a coke can in there?” Lynn wondered aloud.

“Hmm, I think that you’re currently stretched a little wider than a coke can,” remarked Julie.  “I think you’d manage one without trouble.”

“Cool,” said Lynn, smiling.  “You know, I think I’d like to keep these candles in my cunt when we go to school tomorrow.  The pain is beginning to wear off, and now the sensation of being incredibly full is winning over.”

“Have you any idea how hard it will be to walk with those in?” Julie asked.

Lynn got to her feet and walked out of the kitchen.  Her gait was a little ungainly, and her feet were placed unusually wide apart so that she appeared to be waddling, but otherwise she did not look too conspicuous.  “I’ll get plenty of practice in tonight,” said Lynn.  “By tomorrow I’ll be walking so normally you won’t know that I have anything inside me.”

“And when will you take them out?  Before you go on your adventure in the city?”

“Ah, I’d forgotten about that.  But yes, before then.  And next time, we’ll try for ten candles.  And the time after that, eleven.”

“And where will it end?” asked Julie.

Lynn shrugged.  “I imagine there’s a natural limit to what I can take, in terms of my bone structure.  But I intend to reach that limit.  I want to carry around inside me the largest things I can possibly fit.”  She walked over to Julie and added conspiratorially, “And I confess that I just love it when you hurt me.”  She smiled.

Julie nodded.  “I guessed,” she said.  “Well in that case, you won’t object if I shove my fist into your anus again, will you?”

“Mmm,” murmured Lynn.  “I’d love that.  But if it damages me as much as last time, then my plans for tomorrow will be pretty screwed up.”

“You mean you’d have to hold your shit in for another four days?  How do you expect to manage that?”

“I don’t know,” confessed Lynn.  “I suppose at some point it will just force its way out unbidden.”

Julie grinned.  “Wouldn’t that be a shame,” she said.  “But I’ll let you off this time.  However, you must do something for me.”

“Anything, my darling,” said Lynn.

Julie fetched three large bananas from the fruit bowl.  “I want you to get all these inside my cunt,” she told Lynn.  “Peel them first, obviously, but make sure they all go in.  I want to be really full.”

Lynn happily peeled the bananas then, while Julie lay flat on her back with her legs spread, she began to insert them, one by one.  The first one she broke in two, and she used her fingers to push the pieces right to the back of Julie’s cunt.  The second she crammed in as far as she could, until it disappeared completely from view.  The third one was difficult, and by the time Lynn managed to get it all in, all three bananas were practically mush.

“Right,” said Julie.  “Let’s go and see Dad.”

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