The rest of the afternoon dragged
interminably, but at last the bell went at three thirty and the girls raced out
of their last lesson. Bidding each
other a temporary farewell, they parted company – Julie heading for the bike
shed, and Lynn for the road outside the school where her father was waiting in
his car to pick her up.
For his sake, Lynn pulled her skirt down
as far as it would go and held her books to her chest as she got in.
But as it turned out, he had something else on his mind.
“Lynn,” he said, “I’m afraid
your weekend at Julie’s house is off.”
“What?”
Lynn was stunned, her heart sinking in disappointment.
“But you promised!”
“I didn’t promise,” he said. “But
I’m afraid it’s out of my hands. Your
mother had a call this afternoon from Aunt Jacqueline, who apparently has to go
to Scotland this weekend and therefore won’t be at home.
And this weekend just happens to be Exeat at St Winifred’s College,
where your cousin goes to school. So
I’m afraid we’ll have a guest as of this evening.
And your presence will be required to help entertain her.”
Lynn wrinkled her nose in displeasure.
“But that’s so unfair! I’d
made prior arrangements!”
“You’ll just have to wait until next
weekend,” said Simon. “I
promise I’ll let you stay with Julie then.”
“But then I have to wait a whole
week!” whined Lynn. “I’m not
sure Arthur has the stamina for another Wild
Week series.”
“That’s just too bad,” said Simon.
“My mind’s made up.”
“But I hardly know her,” said Lynn
grumpily. “What am I going to do
with her?”
“I’m sure you’ll think of
something,” replied Simon grimly.
When Lynn got home, she phoned Julie to
pass on the bad news.
“That
sucks!”
“I know!
But what can I do? My
Dad’s determined that I should look after little Miss Posh fucking Private
School girl.”
“How
old is she?”
Lynn’s brow furrowed.
“Um, I think she’s about a year younger than me.”
“Well
… perhaps she would like to come and stay with us in the flat?”
Lynn gasped. “Are you kidding?”
“Oh
come on, you know what these rich types are like – closet perverts, the lot of
them.”
“She’s not rich,” said Lynn,
“she got there on a scholarship.”
“Brainy,
eh? Probably has quite a fertile
imagination, then.”
“Julie, you’re a hopeless
optimist,” said Lynn with a chuckle. “But
I’ll sound her out when she gets here. If
she seems receptive, I’ll suggest it to Dad.”
“Good
girl.”
That evening, shortly after six
o’clock, the doorbell rang and Lynn opened it.
Standing just outside, and carrying an overnight bag, was her cousin.
She was taller and more well-developed than Lynn expected, but then it
had been over five years since they had last seen each other.
“Hi Louise,” said Lynn.
“Hi,” said Louise.
“Thanks for putting me up at such short notice – Mummy’s just awful
isn’t she?”
“Yes, she is,” agreed Lynn.
“Come on in then.”
She led Louise up to her room and hung
around in the doorway as her cousin unpacked.
“How’s school?” she asked.
“Oh fine,” said Louise.
“Yours?”
“Pretty good.”
Louise cocked her head on one side and
smiled slightly. “Do you
seriously wear that outfit to school?”
Lynn blushed. “Well, I did today.”
“Didn’t you get into trouble?”
“A bit.
But it was worth it.”
Louise smirked. “I’ll bet. Like
to show off, do you?”
“I … probably shouldn’t talk about
it,” said Lynn, suddenly nervous their conversation might later be repeated in
other company.
“Suit yourself.” Louise turned back to her unpacking. “I just never figured you for an exhibitionist.”
“Oh?
Why not?” Lynn wanted to know.
“Well you were always rather a shy
type.” Louise shrugged.
“But what do I know? We
haven’t seen each other in so long. I’m
sure there’s a lot we don’t know about each other.”
“There is,” agreed Lynn, suppressing
a smile.
“Really?
Do tell,” said Louise, sitting down on her bed and fixing her full
attention on Lynn.
Lynn coughed. “Um, you first.”
“Oh I don’t think so.”
Louise shook her head slightly. “How
do I know you won’t be shocked?”
“Trust me,” replied Lynn fervently,
“I won’t be shocked.”
“Ah yes but how can I be sure of
that?”
“Perhaps a game of Truth or Dare?”
suggested Lynn. “Yes/no answers
to specific questions?”
Louise pondered this.
“Fair enough,” she said. “I’ll
start.”
“Fire away,” said Lynn.
“Okay … have you ever had sex?”
inquired Louise.
“Yes I have. My turn. Have
you ever been naked in a place where you shouldn’t have been?”
“Shouldn’t have been at all, or
shouldn’t have been naked?”
“Shouldn’t have been naked.”
“Yes,” replied Louise.
“I ran naked from the toilets to the shower in my house at Coll.”
“Coll?”
“College,” explained Louise.
“My turn now. Have you ever had anal sex?”
“Yup,” said Lynn. “Just last Sunday actually.
Okay – have you ever had sex with a woman?”
“No!” said Louise.
“I’ve never had sex with anyone, male or female.
But I’ve had quite a bit of fun on my own, if you know what I mean.”
“Sure.”
Lynn nodded and smiled.
“Right then – have you ever done
something that most people would consider disgusting?”
“Ooh yes,” replied Lynn with a grin.
“Have you?”
“I have,” confirmed Louise.
“What was it that you did?”
“You’re too young,” said Lynn.
“Anyway I can’t reply to that with yes or no.”
“Okay … did it involve something
messy?”
“It usually does. But there’s messy and there’s messy.”
“True.
Well I’m going to go out on a limb here – did it involve bodily, um,
excretions?”
“You mean shit?” asked Lynn
politely.
Louise looked a little embarrassed.
“Well, not to put too fine a point on it – yes.”
“Then yes, it did,” said Lynn.
“How about you? Have you done something with your poo?”
“Yes I have,” replied Louise.
“Wow, this is too cool –
we’re both into scat?”
“Into what?” Lynn had not come across this term.
“Scat – it’s the technical term
for playing with shit.”
“Oh, right.” Lynn nodded. “I
guess we are, then. But I’m not
only into that – I have been exploring a lot of other fetishes too.”
“Really?
Such as?”
Lynn took a deep breath.
“I think we’d better swap stories.”
Halfway through dinner, Lynn turned to
her father and said, “Dad, would you be willing to let me stay with Julie this
weekend if I take Louise along with me?”
Simon frowned as he chewed his way
through a piece of gammon. “I
don’t know,” he said at length. “What
do you think, dear?”
Gina raised an eyebrow.
“I have no objection,” she said.
“If Julie’s father is willing to take them both on.”
“How do you feel about that,
Louise?” Simon asked.
“Well,” said Louise, “much as
I’d like to stay here with you, it sounds like it might be fun to go and stay
with one of Lynn’s friends.”
Simon nodded, then addressed Lynn.
“I’ll be holding you responsible,” he said.
“You’d better keep Louise out of trouble, okay?”
“I will, Dad,” said Lynn.
“Then I guess you can go, provided
Julie’s father agrees.”
“Thanks Dad. I’ll call him after supper.”
“No,” Simon corrected her, “I’ll
call him.”
Lynn’s face fell, but she tried not to
look worried as she said, “Fine.”
After dinner Simon disappeared to make a
phone call, and returned with good news. “Martin
says it’s fine,” he reported. “And
he’s willing to come and pick the two of you up.
I guess you’d better go and pack.”
Lynn whooped with joy and raced
upstairs, with Louise in tow. Lynn
stuffed into an overnight bag her sexiest outfits, including some of her
shortest microskirts. Then she
changed into a skimpy tank-top (with no bra underneath) and a tight skirt that
barely covered her buttocks, and replaced her panties with a thong. Louise merely repacked the things she had unpacked just
before the meal.
The doorbell rang, and Lynn ran
downstairs with her bag, keeping it placed between her hemline and her father,
just in case he objected to her leaving the house in it. She answered the door, and smiled at Martin, who stood on the
doorstep.
“Bye Mum, bye Dad,” she called to
her parents, who had not yet emerged from the living room.
“Quick,” she whispered to Louise, who was just reaching the foot of
the stairs.
The three of them left the house and got
into Martin’s car. Louise took
the passenger seat, while Lynn climbed into the back seat, where Julie was
waiting. The two French-kissed
briefly.
“Hey, lover,” said Lynn softly.
“Ooh, I like the outfit.”
Julie grinned. She was wearing a short t-shirt that came down to her navel,
a thong, and a pair of trainers. Nothing
else. “Thought I’d surprise
you,” she said.
“Hi,” said Louise to Martin as she
fastened her seatbelt. “I’m
Louise.”
“I hope you know what you’re letting
yourself in for, Louise,” said Martin.
“I’ve been fully briefed,” replied
Louise. “I just hope I don’t
prove to be a fifth wheel.”
“You won’t be,” said Julie,
leaning forward between the two front seats.
“Hi Louise – I’m Julie. I’m
sure you’ll fit in just fine.”
Martin drove down the road heading for
his own house, just in case Lynn’s parents were watching, then he took two
right turns so that he was now driving further into the city.
In ten minutes or so they had arrived at the apartment building.
Julie had the keys, but Martin insisted on coming up with them to make
sure they got settled in okay. The
lift turned out to be broken so they took the stairs, Lynn’s skirt climbing
higher and higher with every step. By
the time they’d reached the fourth floor, an inch of her panties was showing
at the front, and at the back her hemline was at least two inches above the
lower curve of her buttocks. She
made no attempt to pull her skirt down, and Louise, who was following behind
her, found her eyes irresistibly drawn to her cousin’s bottom.
Julie looked again at her keys – the room number, 413, was carved into
the metal, and she looked for this number on the doors that they passed.
Soon she came to the right door, which she unlocked and opened.
It was dark inside, so Julie entered and felt around for a light switch.
The others entered, and as the dim 40-watt bulb illuminated the living
room they stared about them in awe.
“Wow!” exclaimed Lynn.
“This is perfect!”
The place was a mess.
The threadbare carpet was covered in the contents of a cereal packet that
was lying on its side on the floor near the far wall.
A bag of flour and a couple of bags of sugar had also had their contents
liberally scattered over the floor. Two
unmatched armchairs and a moth-eaten sofa were the only items of furniture,
although a giant boxing-glove-shaped beanbag sat in one corner.
And swarming over everything in sight were hundreds, no thousands,
of cockroaches.
“Apparently this is the second most
infested flat in the building,” said Martin.
“The landlord used to get the exterminators in once every few months,
but he gave up – it never worked for long and he was sick of forking out for
the pest control people. He’d
resigned himself to never having any tenants in this flat. He was very pleased and surprised that we were willing to
take it. I hope it’s to your
satisfaction.”
“It’s wonderful. But why didn’t we get the most
infested flat?” inquired Lynn.
“It belongs to the lady next door.
She wouldn’t let the pest control people into her flat, it seems –
she sounds like she must be as perverted as you two.”
“Excellent!” exclaimed Lynn
delightedly. “We’ll have to pay
her a visit.”
“Well, I’ll be off then,” said
Martin. “I’ll see you on Sunday
at about sevenish?”
“Wait,” said Lynn.
“What time do you have to be back at school, Louise?”
“Eight o’clock, in theory,”
replied Louise. “But there’s no
roll-call. If I can catch the
seven-thirty train, I’ll be a bit late but it won’t matter.”
“Great.
I’ll see you girls on Sunday, then.”
“Bye Dad,” said Julie.”
Martin left, and Julie shut the door.
Her eyes were shining. “Welcome
to paradise,” she said.
Lynn looked down and saw a roach
scurrying up her right leg. Fascinated,
she watched as it ran up over her thong and continued on up her torso.
Other roaches were by now climbing over her shoes and she could feel one
running up the back of her calf.
“This place is so infested!” Louise
looked rather worried. “You two
are getting off on this?”
“Absolutely,” said Julie.
She threw herself on to the sofa and grinned as a couple of roaches
dashed across her chest. She sat upright and patted the cushion beside her.
“Come on Louise,” she said. “Come
and sit by me.”
Louise put down her bag and rather
timidly crossed the room to sit next to Julie.
“What’s the plan?” she asked.
“Lynn said on the phone that you like
to crap in your panties,” said Julie with a smirk.
Louise blushed furiously and knocked a
roach off her leg. “Well,
yes…”
“Okay, so do it,” said Julie.
“Right here and now.”
“Now?
Here?” Louise was stunned
at the suggestion. “But … the
sofa…”
Julie laughed. “Does it look like we care what happens to it?”
Lynn walked across the room and knelt
down by Louise’s feet. She
spotted a cockroach running up the front of the sofa and smiled to herself with
satisfaction as she saw it disappear up Louise’s knee-length skirt.
“Go for it,” she said to Louise.
“You first,” said Louise.
“I’m wearing a thong,” replied
Lynn. “It just wouldn’t be the
same. Go on, Louise – lose a few
of those private school inhibitions.”
Louise bit her lip nervously, then began
to strain.
“Hey wait,” said Julie.
“Shouldn’t we be watching it happen?”
“You’re right,” agreed Lynn. “Louise,
lie down on your back and raise your knees to your chest, and spread your feet
apart.”
“Crumbs, this is awfully sudden…”
Louise looked rather unsure of herself.
“We only have two full days,” said
Julie. “If we’re to make the
most of the time we have, there’s no point in holding back. Come on.” She
took hold of Louise’s legs and swung them across her lap, then pulled on her
ankles so that Louise scooted down into a lying position. “Okay, raise your legs.”
Louise raised her knees to her chest,
causing her skirt to fall around her waist and treating Julie and Lynn to a nice
view of her panties. Lynn pulled
the gusset to one side, and Louise squealed in alarm.
“Ooh, shaved!” observed Lynn.
“Lovely…”
“Okay,” said Julie, “you can push
now.”
Louise was actually beginning to enjoy
being dominated by these two girls, and she barely hesitated before she relaxed
her anus and began to push. Immediately
a medium-hard poo began to emerge, causing her panties to bulge.
Lynn and Julie watched in fascination.
As Louise continued to grunt and push, more of the poo came out, and Lynn
reached into her cousin’s gusset to pull the poo along to make room for more.
Finally Louise was done, her panties
full of two long, semi-hard turds. Lynn
placed the flat of her hand against Louise’s panties, and squished the
excrement against the younger girl’s pussy.
Louise closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure.
She spread her legs further so that Lynn could continue to rub the messy
shit into her pussy.
But Lynn had other ideas.
One of the turds was still intact, its cylindrical shape preserved on
account of its being rather firmer than the other.
Lynn took this one in her hand, pulling Louise’s panties aside, and
began to slide it into Louise’s vagina. Louise
opened her eyes in surprise, but did not object.
A delicious shiver went through her body as she savoured the sensation of
the poo entering her body.
Lynn, however, now encountered
resistance, and she remembered that Louise was still a virgin. She pulled the turd back out.
“I forgot,” she said. “I
guess you probably don’t want to lose your viginity to a piece of poo.”
“I don’t mind,” said Louise.
“Just do whatever you want to do to me.
This is the most intense experience I’ve ever had.
You can even gag me if you want, to prevent me from objecting to anything
you’re doing.”
“What a good idea!”
Julie liked this. She stood up and took off her thong. “Open your mouth,” she instructed Louise, while
scrunching up her thong into a ball.
Louise did so, and Julie stuffed her
thong into the other girl’s mouth. Then
she opened her bag and pulled out a roll of sticky tape. She cut off a long strip and wound it a few times around
Louise’s mouth and the back of her head, thus holding the thong in place.
“Now close your eyes,” she instructed.
When Louise did this, Julie taped her eyes shut.
“Okay!” Julie said to Lynn. “You
may proceed.”
Lynn was about to push the poo back into
Louise’s cunt when she noticed a cockroach roaming over her cousin’s pussy.
Eagerly she watched as it discovered Louise’s vaginal opening and
paused there for just a moment. Lynn
wasted no time. She rammed the poo
into Louise’s vagina, pushing the cockroach in with it.
Resistance was met, and Lynn pushed harder, and harder still.
The resistance gave way, and Louise’s body bucked a little, a moan
coming from behind her gag.
Julie clapped her hands delightedly.
“What a way to lose your virginity!” she exclaimed.
Lynn nodded, and began to slide the poo
in and out of Louise’s cunt. Her
cousin’s pelvis writhed sensuously in response.
Meanwhile Julie was taking hold of
Louise’s blouse. With one swift
movement she tore it open, buttons flying everywhere.
Fetching a pair of scissors from her bag, she grabbed Louise’s bra and
cut it in the middle, exposing the younger girl’s ample breasts.
Then, squatting over Louise’s chest, she began to strain, and had soon
produced a long, semi-soft poo that lay diagonally across Louise’s left
breast. Julie lowered her crotch
down on to it and began to grind the poo into both Louise’s breast and her own
pussy.
Cockroaches were by now climbing over
all three girls. Several had got
inside Lynn’s tank-top, entering via her cleavage, and she could feel them
moving across her breasts. Thoroughly
aroused, she pulled off her thong and held her vagina open, hoping a roach or
two would enter her. After only a
minute or two, one did so, and she stuffed it deep inside her cunt. She could feel other roaches in her hair, on her back, on her
buttocks, on her legs, and there were several on the front of her top as well as
inside it.
She pushed the poo she was holding
deeper into Louise’s cunt, until it could go no further. Then she pushed it harder, so that Louise writhed in
discomfort. The poo became
compressed, bent, and finally folded over, and disappeared completely into
Louise’s body. Lynn pushed it as
far as she could with her fingers, packing it in hard.
Then she replaced the girl’s panties, covering up her pussy.
“There.
No-one would ever know,” she said with a grin. “What should we do with her now, sweetie?”
“I think you should shit on her face
and in her hair,” said Julie. “And
make her eat your poo.”
“Ooh, that’s nasty.”
Lynn wrinkled her nose. She
removed Louise’s gag. “What
would you think about doing that, Louise?” she asked.
“Whatever my mistresses require of me,
I will endeavour to perform,” replied Louise.
“I like
this girl!” exclaimed Julie.
“Me too,” said Lynn, grinning.
She got up and squatted over Louise’s face, then began to push,
grimacing as it proved to be a wide one. As
it began to emerge, she guided it towards Louise’s face, and when a piece
finally dropped off, she caught it and slapped it on to Louise’s cheek.
Julie reached down and began to smear it all over Louise’s face, while
Lynn continued to produce more poo. The
next piece was slightly softer, and she caught hold of it.
“Open your mouth,” she instructed
Louise.
Louise opened her mouth, a little
hesitantly, and Lynn slid the tip of her poo inside.
“Now suck it like you would suck a
man’s dick,” she said.
Louise complied, screwing up her face in
disgust, while Lynn slowly pushed more of the poo into her cousin’s mouth.
The poo was beginning to disintegrate, and Louise was forced to swallow
some of it. Lynn realised this and
smiled to herself, and she continued to push more of the poo in.
Louise retched, but managed to hold it down, though she paused in her
meal for half a minute before resuming. Eventually,
every bit of the poo was gone, though the inside of Louise’s mouth was coated
with excrement.
“That … was … foul,” Louise
managed.
But Lynn was not finished.
She had been saving up for two days, and part of what had been in her
bowels was Julie’s own poo. So
she continued to push, and another long turd emerged.
Louise opened her mouth, and began to eat directly from source.
She was halfway through chewing when she retched again.
This time, she could not hold it down.
“Heuuhghhh…” She threw up a mixture of poo and the semi-digested remains
of the evening meal, the vomit cascading over her breasts and down her belly
towards her panties. Some of it
splattered against Lynn’s bottom.
“Are you okay?” asked Lynn in
concern.
“Yeah…”
Louise spat. “I’m
sorry.”
“Don’t apologise,” said Lynn.
“It’s not your fault.”
“Yes it is,” Louise insisted.
“It was a bad thing to do. I
should be punished.”
Julie pulled up the waistband of
Louise’s panties so that the flow of vomit poured over the girl’s pussy.
When the panties were full, she dropped the waistband.
“I think,” she said, “that Louise should spend the night here on
this couch, covered in all this shit and vomit.”
“What a good idea,” agreed Lynn.
“And in the meantime, you and I can go and get cleaned up, then we’ll
go to bed and make love.”
“Ooh yes,” said Julie with a smile.
So Louise was left on the couch, her
face covered in poo, her bare chest and belly covered in poo and vomit, her
panties full of vomit, and her vagina packed with poo and one almost certainly
dead cockroach.
Julie and Lynn washed themselves in the
run-down, roach-infested bathroom, then went to the bedroom where Martin had put
an old double bed. The girls
climbed in, taking care not to squish too many of the cockroaches that were
swarming between the sheets, and made passionate love while the scurrying
insects crawled all over their naked bodies.
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