Julie's Wild Week #7 - Julie's Anal Fisting Adventure

by Arthur Saxon
arthursaxon@zombieworld.com

It was a tricky job in the confines of the toilet stall, but somehow Julie and Lynn each managed to cram the entire contents of a baked beans can into the other girl’s cunt, having first drained off the excess liquid.  Lynn sighed with pleasure.

“This is wonderful,” she said.  “It’s a shame we didn’t bring that tape of yours – I would have liked to keep this lot inside me for the rest of the day.”

“Ta-daa,” said Julie, producing a fresh roll of tape from her backpack.  “I found a spare.”

“And you brought it with you!” exclaimed Lynn, thrilled.  “Oh, quick, tape me up!”

They both applied the sticky tape to their pussies, sealing the beans in.  Then Lynn had an idea.

“Will you pee on me?” she asked Julie.

“Sure, if you like,” said Julie.

Lynn lifted the lid of the toilet, sat down, and arched her back so that her breasts stuck out.  “Aim for my chest,” she said.

Julie lifted her leg and placed her foot on the toilet seat next to her friend.  She then placed her pussy directly over Lynn’s breasts, and began to pee.  The golden liquid poured on to Lynn’s breasts and ran down her belly, over her pussy and on into the toilet bowl.  Lynn smiled happily and rubbed Julie’s pee all over her breasts.

“Mmmm,” she said.  “Have you got any poo for me, my love?”

“You want me to crap on you too?” inquired Julie.

Lynn nodded and grinned.  Julie shrugged, turned around, and began to strain.  She was not particularly desperate to empty her bowels, but after a few moments Lynn saw her friend’s anus begin to distend as a poo began to emerge.  As the object came further and further out, Lynn caught it in her hands and guided it towards her chest.  “Ohh, lovely,” she said.

The poo detached itself, and Lynn began to squish it into her right breast with her right hand.  Her left hand she raised to Julie’s bottom and placed a finger at the entrance to Julie’s anus.  She began to push it in, sliding it in all the way, knuckle by knuckle.

“That feels nice,” said Julie.

“Shall I try another finger?” asked Lynn.

“Go for it.”

The second finger, Julie decided, wincing, was drier than the first.  “Take it easy,” she said.  “We should have brought Vaseline with us.”

“Want me to take it out?”

“No, it’s okay.  Even when it hurts it kind of feels nice at the same time.  So what are we going to do about our skirts?”

“Well, we can’t do much,” said Lynn.  “We have to report to Mr Dean every morning, so we’ll have to wear regular skirts.”

“Maybe we will,” said Julie, “but there are ways we can still show ourselves off.”

“Such as?” inquired Lynn, interested.

“How about we get ourselves a pair of braces, you know, like old men use to hold their trousers up.  We could use them to hoist our skirts up.”

“We could?”  Lynn was dubious.

“Sure!  All we’d need to do is report to Mr Dean when we’re not wearing them, then slip off to the toilets and put on our braces.  We’ll set them for the shortest setting, so that our waistbands will be hoisted up to, I don’t know, just under our breasts perhaps.  Our hemlines will be somewhere around the level of our panties again.”

“Where they jolly well should be,” remarked Lynn with a giggle.  “Okay, sounds good to me.  Shall we go shopping together on Saturday?”

“Excellent idea.  We’ll go right into the city centre.”

“Lots of flashing opportunities,” said Lynn.

“Naturally.  Maybe we can wear really thin blouses with no bras underneath.  I hear rain is forecast for this weekend.  With any luck we’ll get caught out in it.”

“And our blouses will become see-through!” cried Lynn happily, clapping her hands.  “Wonderful!”

She slid her poo down her belly and began to massage it into her pussy.  “Mmmm,” she said, there’s nothing quite like the sensation of squishing warm poo against your clit.”
“Yes, well take it easy.  You don’t want to dislodge the tape.”

“Good point.  Okay, well, I suppose we’d better start the clean-up process.”

“There are still twenty minutes left of Lunch Break,” Julie pointed out.

“Yes, but I’m nervous about someone coming in here when it smells so bad.  Talk about drawing attention to ourselves.  We’re already in trouble.”

“True,” conceded Julie, and together they began to clean up.

For the rest of the day the girls made the most of their short skirts, since this was to be the last day that they could wear them.  They spent most of the last two lessons with their hemlines around their waists, allowing all the boys to stare at their panties, and sometimes they even let the boys watch them as they fingered themselves.

“Today,” whispered Lynn to Julie, halfway through the seventh and final lesson, “is the last day I’ll be wearing a bra to school.  I may even give up wearing panties as well, since we’ll be wearing longer skirts from now on.”

“You know,” responded Julie, “we could always wear our longer skirts to begin with, for Mr Dean’s benefit, and then change into our shorter ones after we’ve seen him.”

“Wow, yes, excellent idea!”  Lynn was thrilled by this suggestion.

“Hey, since you came here on my mum’s bike, you’ll have to ride back to my house this afternoon,” said Julie.  “Would you like to stay another night?”

“I’d love to, but I don’t know what my Dad will think about that.  I’ll ask him, though.”

“I have another idea,” said Julie.

“I’ll bet it’s a good one.  What is it?”

“How about we both remove the tape from our pussies?”

“And let the beans spill out into our panties?”

“Yup.”

“Capital plan.  Want me to go first?”

“We’ll go together.  Hold my hand?”

Looking into each other’s eyes and holding hands, they each reached their free hand inside their panties and removed the tape covering their vaginal openings.  Both of them then contracted the muscles in their cunts, and sighed in unison as they felt the beans filling their panties.

“What are you two girls doing?” demanded Mr Holmes, the Physics teacher.

“Nothing, sir,” said Julie, letting go of Lynn’s hand and turning to face the front.

“Good.  Then you won’t mind facing the front and paying attention to what I’m saying, will you?”

“Not at all, sir.”

“I’ve just been telling the class about the relationship between Power and Current.  Can you please repeat back to me the formula I just quoted?”

“Yes sir,” said Julie.  “Power equals Voltage times Current.”

“Well, yes, very good.  For a moment there it seemed like you weren’t listening.”

“Nice one!” whispered Lynn, impressed, when Mr Holmes had turned back to the blackboard.

“I like to read ahead in my spare time,” explained Julie.

“Ah.”  Lynn looked down at Julie’s panties, and smiled to see a bulge and a spreading orange wet patch.  She put her hand on the bulge and pressed down.

“Careful,” murmured Julie.  “I don’t want to overflow.”

At the end of the lesson they headed for the toilets and began to empty out their panties.

As Lynn tipped beans into the toilet bowl she said, “I’m going to leave some of this mess in my panties.  I want to feel it squishing against my pussy as I ride.”

“Ohh, good idea,” said Julie, and she, too, left some of the beans in her panties.

The cycle ride home was entertaining, as always.  Lynn was really getting into the thrill of revealing her panties to passing drivers.  She would stand up to pedal, then bend right over the handlebars so that her bottom and panties were exposed.  At one point she reached behind her with one hand and pulled her panties right up between her buttocks, so that it looked like she was wearing a thong.  The drivers certainly seemed to appreciate this manoeuvre.  What they thought of the stains from the baked beans, the girls had no idea.  When they finally reached Julie’s house, both of them were giggling.

“What fun!” exclaimed Lynn.  “It’s a shame we’ll be wearing longer skirts for tomorrow’s ride.”

“It is,” agreed Julie, “although we could always tuck our hems into our waistbands while we cycle, or perhaps we could turn the waistbands over a few times to shorten our skirts.”

“Ooh, wonderful!  What an excellent idea!”

They entered the house, stripped off, showered together, then climbed into bed to make love.  After they had brought each other to orgasm, Julie produced the jar of Vaseline.  “How would you like to feel my fingers in your pussy?” she asked Lynn.

“Anytime, anyplace,” replied Lynn, spreading her legs.  “Fill me up, my darling.”

Julie scooped out a good-sized glob of Vaseline, and liberally coated her fingers with the stuff.  Then she got some more and smeared it around Lynn’s vaginal opening.  She also pushed a small lump right into Lynn’s cunt.  Then she bunched four fingers together, and began to insert them.  They slid in easily, well-lubricated by the Vaseline.

Lynn writhed with pleasure.  “Ooh, yes,” she said.  “Can you wriggle your fingers?”

Julie did so, and Lynn giggled.  “That’s two sets of knuckles in,” said Julie, “but I don’t think I’ll manage to get the third set in.  You’re too tight.”

“I’ll stretch,” said Lynn.  “Go for it.  I’ll tell you if it gets too painful.”

Julie rotated her hand, trying to work it gradually further and further into Lynn’s cunt.  Her knuckles finally slipped inside, though Lynn gasped as this happened.  “Woah,” she said.  “That hurt.”

“Sorry,” Julie apologised.  “But I’m in now.  All four fingers.”

“Can you get your thumb in?” asked Lynn.

“Part of it, no problem.”  Julie tucked her thumb against her palm and slid it in with the others.  “But the last knuckle won’t fit.  I’m scared of pushing any harder – you might tear.”

“Okay, well don’t force it.  I guess I need to give myself some stretching exercises.”  She grinned.  “I’ll start with cucumbers and work my way up to marrows and the like.”

“Be my guest,” said Julie.  “It would be cool if I could get my whole hand inside you.  Shall I try with your anus?”

“Oh my.  Yes, but use LOTS of Vaseline.”  Lynn turned on to her stomach and stuck her bottom in the air.  We need one of those gloves, you know, the clear plastic ones that doctors use.”

“No thanks,” said Julie.  “I don’t want to feel like I’m taking part in a medical exam.  But I’ll be gentle – let me know if it gets too sore.”

With plenty of lubricant smeared over her fingers, she began to push her bunched fingers into Lynn’s anus.  The opening distended, growing wider and wider as Julie pushed more of her hand in.

Lynn grunted.  “This is a weird feeling,” she said.  “But I like it.  Woah, woah!  Hold it.”

Julie paused.  Lynn’s anal sphincter had suddenly and involuntarily contracted.

“Ouch ouch ouch,” said Lynn.  She bit her lip and tried to relax.  “Try not to move your hand at all,” she said.  “Every time you move, my muscles clamp down, and it hurts like buggery.”

“I’m trying,” said Julie.

A minute later Lynn felt relaxed again.  “Okay,” she said, “try going deeper.”

Julie continued to slide her fingers deeper into Lynn’s anus, moving as slowly and carefully as she could.  Lynn buried her face in Julie’s pillow and tried to keep her anus relaxed.

“You’re not going to believe this,” said Julie, “but I’ve now got as much of my hand in your anus as I had in your cunt.”

“I believe it!” groaned Lynn.  “And it feels amazing, but my arse is on fire.”

“Want me to pull out?” asked Julie.

“Am I bleeding?” asked Lynn.

“I can’t tell.  My hand is kind of stoppering your anus, so if there is any blood, my hand is preventing it from coming out.”

“Well, keep going.  This is kind of an awesome experience.  The pain is making me giddy, but I can bear it.”

“Try masturbating – it might help you to relax, and then it will hurt less,” suggested Julie.

“Okay, that’s a good idea,” said Lynn, and she reached back between her legs and began to rub her clitoris.

Julie kept pushing, steadily but very slowly, while Lynn hyperventilated into her pillow, eyes and teeth clenched shut.  The last knuckle on Julie’s thumb disappeared, followed soon afterwards by the termini of the bones at the base of her hand.  This last part was the worst for Lynn.  She began to shriek into her pillow, but she did not ask Julie to stop.  Suddenly the pain eased slightly.  Julie was buried up to her wrist.

“Lynn,” she said.  “I have my whole hand inside you.”  She could not quite believe it.  “I think you are what is generally referred to as a masochist.”

Lynn was panting hard, her eyes still closed.  “Leave it in there for a while,” she managed to whisper.

“Sure,” said Julie.  “Are you in a lot of pain?”

“Uh-huh,” replied Lynn.  “But … I feel so full.  It’s … nice.  Okay … take it out now … but slowly please.”

She whimpered a little as Julie gradually withdrew her hand.  As it emerged, Julie was concerned to see it was streaked with blood.  “Um, sweetie,” she said, “you are definitely bleeding.”

Lynn said nothing until, with a final rush, Julie’s hand popped out.  “Uuuuuhhh,” she groaned, and collapsed on to her tummy.

“I’ll get you a tissue,” said Julie, and she grabbed a box of Kleenex from her bedside table.  She took out a tissue and began to mop up Lynn’s blood, both from her hand and from around Lynn’s abused anus.  “How do you feel?” she asked.

“It burns,” whispered Lynn, her eyes still closed.  “I’d love to do it again, but not for quite a long while, I think.  I’m sure it will get easier with practice.”

“I’m sure it will.  But I’m worried about this blood.  Maybe we should get it checked out by a doctor.”

“And tell him what?  That I asked my friend to put her hand up my arse?”

“Surely we should do something,” objected Julie.

“I’m sure it’s not much worse than doing a really big shit,” said Lynn.  “I sometimes bleed then, too.  Don’t worry about it.”

“Well, if you’re sure,” said Julie doubtfully.

“I’m sure.  But I won’t be doing much anal play in the near future, I can tell you.  I don’t suppose I’ll be going to the loo anytime soon, either.  I’ll have to save up my poo for a few days.”

“And then let it out into your panties?” suggested Julie hopefully.

“Of course,” agreed Lynn, grinning wickedly.  “Perhaps in a public place, too.”

“Now that would be awesome,” said Julie, smiling.  “I’d love to see you do that.”

“You will,” Lynn promised.

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