Lynn's Wilder Week #2 - Lynn's Filthy Underground Adventure

by Arthur Saxon
arthursaxon@zombieworld.com

The rest of the day’s lessons were with less ‘understanding’ teachers, and for each of them the girls stayed at the back of the classroom, doing what they had come to so greatly enjoy: flashing their pussies, letting the boys finger them, undoing their blouses and exposing their breasts when the teachers had their backs turned, and generally exhibiting their bodies shamelessly.  At lunchtime they briefly made love in the toilets, though Lynn did not enjoy it as much as usual – she was feeling very uncomfortable from having held in her poo for so long.  She was very relieved when the last lesson finally ended and they cycled home with their skirts once again arranged to best show off their panties.

That evening, when Martin got home, Lynn changed into her third shortest microdress, whose hemline was exactly on a level with her crotch.  Underneath it she wore no bra, but she did wear a pair of white cotton panties of a sufficient size (she hoped) to hold most of what was currently struggling to leave her rectum.

“Okay,” she said to Julie’s father.  “I’m ready.”

“You sure you don’t want me to come along?” asked Julie in some concern.  “I’m worried to think of you being on your own.”

“That’s the way I want it,” said Lynn.  “I love the idea that what I’m doing is dangerous.  If I have a safety net, then it’s not going to be nearly as much fun.  Come on Martin, let’s go.”

They left the house and got into the car.  Julie sat in the front seat and arranged her hem so that it showed off the lower half of her panties.  Martin glanced down at them as he got in and put his seatbelt on.

“My goodness, Lynn,” he sighed, “you are one sexy girl.  Are you sure I can’t talk you out of this?”

“Positive,” replied Lynn.  “I’ve been looking forward to this for days now.”

Martin sighed.  “Very well,” he said, and he started the car.

It took twenty minutes to get to the nearest underground station, by which time Lynn had worked herself up into quite an aroused state, having masturbated for much of the journey.  The fact that several passing pedestrians had seen her doing so only increased her horniness.

As they approached the station, Lynn said, “Okay, just drop me off at the kerb.  I’ll phone you if I need you to come and pick me up.”

“Do you have any money?” inquired Martin.

“Only enough for my return ticket,” replied Lynn with a grin.

“Then how will you call me?”

“I don’t know,” said Lynn.  “But it adds delightfully to the danger.”

Martin stopped the car outside the station and Lynn got out.  “Thanks for the ride,” she said.  “Now go home, and don’t try to follow me, okay?”

“Okay,” said Martin.  “I really don’t like this, though.  What if you get raped?  Or worse?”

“It’s the thought of that,” said Lynn, “that gets my adrenaline going.  Fear is quite an aphrodisiac, I have discovered.  Anyway, I’ll see you later!”  She closed the car door and watched while Martin pulled away from the kerb and drove down the street.  Nodding with satisfaction, she entered the station.

As she took her ticket from the machine, she noticed that a couple of men had stopped behind her and were staring at her bottom.  She smiled to herself, then turned and walked nonchalantly past them, down the steps that led to the platform where she would catch her train.

Three minutes later it arrived, and she boarded it and took a seat opposite a middle-aged man whose eyes widened when he saw her microdress.  Lynn sat down heavily, letting her legs fall apart slightly and giving the man opposite a very good view of her panties.  Also in the same carriage were several men and women of various ages, and one child accompanied by his mother.  Lynn was uneasy about exhibiting herself in front of a child, but she reasoned that the boy’s mother would probably cover his eyes when she began to put on her display.

The train moved off, but Lynn decided to wait for a bit.  There were not as many people in the carriage as she would have liked, and since the train was heading into the city, more were certain to board at later stops.  So she held her poo in for a while as the train continued to acquire more passengers at each stop.

Eventually the women with the child got off, and Lynn heaved a sigh of relief.  The carriage was now quite crowded, with all the seats taken and several people standing.  Many pairs of eyes were now fixed firmly on Lynn’s panties.  It was time to act.

Obviously she would not be able to poo while sitting on the seat, so Lynn considered how best to defecate successfully without being too obvious about what she was intending to do.  She crossed her legs, putting her right leg over her left, then shifted her weight on to her left buttock so that her right was lifted slightly off the seat.  This revealed her buttock and part of her panties to a few more people, but she did not mind in the slightest.

Trying to appear nonchalant, Lynn stopped holding back and began instead to push.  Immediately her anus began to open up, and her poo started to emerge.  She flushed with excitement, thrilled at the thought of what she was doing in such a public place.  The poo slid out quickly, though it widened her anus to quite an extent, since it was by now pretty big.  It hit her panties and began to push them outwards.  Now the resistance began to grow, and Lynn had to strain harder, though she attempted not to let this show on her face.  Only too soon, however, there came a point where the material of her panties was pushing back as hard as she herself could force out her shit.  Faced with this dilemma, Lynn came to a swift decision, just as the woman sitting next to her began to frown and sniff the air in puzzlement.

Lynn sat down hard on her poo.  It squished deliciously against her bottom, flattening itself along the groove between her buttocks.  Lynn then lifted her right buttock up once more and continued to push.  More of the poo came out, but even now it would not all come out.  Lynn sat down hard again, and tried a third time.  Meanwhile the woman in the next seat had figured out what the smell was, and where it was coming from.  She stared at Lynn in horror.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded with a look of disgust.

Lynn smiled, but said nothing, concentrating instead on emptying her bowels.  Finally the last little bit came out, and she uncrossed her legs and wiggled her bottom against the seat, working the poo into the groove between her pussy lips.  She could also feel it climbing up between her buttocks towards her back.  From the way it felt, there was a great deal of poo there.

“My God!  You disgusting girl!” exclaimed the woman next to Lynn.  She got up out of her seat and pushed past the other passengers, making for the far end of the carriage.  By now other people were staring at Lynn, some with disgust and some with curiosity.  Those nearest her were retreating quickly on account of the smell.

Lynn now put the next part of her plan into action.  The small window behind her was open – she had made sure of that before she sat down – and she was about to make use of it.  She quickly pulled her dress up over her head, crumpled it up into a ball, then stood up and posted it through the open window.  It dropped out of sight and was soon lying on the electrified rails behind the rapidly receding train.

Apart from her panties and shoes, Lynn was now naked, and her crime was now only too evident – her panties were bulging with poo, and it was beginning to leak around the edges.  Everyone in the carriage was now staring at her, many with open mouths.  Lynn tried not to meet anybody’s eye, but she was both scared and exhilarated at the same time.  She slid her right hand into her panties and began to rub her clitoris, then grabbed a handful of poo and brought it out, smearing it in a trail up her belly towards her left breast.  She squished it into her nipple and closed her eyes, savouring the sensation.

Pandemonium broke out.  One of the men standing near her – a fifty-year-old gentleman in a tweed suit – began to shout at her.  “What the hell are you playing at?” he yelled.  “Stop this disgusting display at once!  When we get to the next station I’m going to have you arrested!”

Most of the rest of her hecklers were women, who made nasty remarks about her rather than to her, although they were obviously meant for her ears.  Lynn began to wonder if she had any supporters at all.

But it did not matter.  She was not going to be swayed from her plan.  She stood up and pulled her panties down to her ankles, stepping carefully out of them and then sitting back down.  Her panties were full of poo, which she emptied on to her chest.  She smeared it over both breasts, then slid the majority of what was left down to her pussy, where she began to rub it in with a will.  Then, having emptied her panties, she stood up briefly in order to throw them out of the window.  She sat down and began to masturbate.

Her arm was grabbed, which scared her more than a little.  It was the man in the suit, who was still yelling at her.  But then he was pulled off her by a young man who had been sitting to her left.

“Relax!” said the young man.  “Or they’ll be arresting you, for assault.”

Lynn lifted her left foot and placed it on the seat beside her, so as to improve her access to her cunt.  She began to push bits of her poo inside, and closed her eyes as she slid her fingers deep.  Voices sounded all around her – angry, threatening, outraged, mocking – but she switched them all off while she thrilled to the experience of being naked and covered in shit in the middle of a crowd of strangers.

The train slowed, and came to a stop.  The doors slid open.  The young man who had defended her now took her arm.  “This is my stop anyway,” he told the man in the suit.  “I’ll take her in, okay?”

“You’d better,” said the older man.  “I’d do it myself, except I’m running late as it is.”

“Come on,” whispered the young man to Lynn.  “Let’s get you out of here.”

Lynn allowed herself to be led out of the train and on to the platform.  The people who had been in the process of boarding scattered when they saw her.

“Are you really taking me to the police?” asked Lynn.

“No,” said the young man, “unless you’d like me to.  What’s your name?”

“Lynn.  What’s yours?”

“Andy.  We’ll get you back to my place and you can have a bath and change into some of my clothes for the time being.  Where do you live?”

“Oh crumbs!” exclaimed Lynn.  “I left my ticket on the train!”

“Ah.  That could be a problem.  I have enough money for your ticket, but I was hoping we might get through without being challenged.  Tell you what – wait in the toilets over there and I’ll speak to the chap behind the window.  See if you can clean yourself up a bit.”

“Okay,” said Lynn, and she headed for the toilets, ignoring the inevitable stares and nasty remarks.  Once inside, she closed the door and headed for a stall, where she sat down and began to masturbate.  It did not take her long to climax.

She pulled out a few sheets of toilet paper and soaked them in the water from the bowl, then began to wash the drying poo from her torso.  She had not nearly finished when there was a voice from the door.  It was Andy’s.

“Lynn,” he called to her.  “I’ve found a pretty sympathetic ticket inspector fellow.  He’s going to let us through for no other reason than that he’s looking forward to seeing you naked.  I didn’t mention the mess – have you cleaned up at all?”

“I’ve still got a way to go,” replied Lynn.  “Can you hold on for two minutes?”

“Sure.”

Lynn finished cleaning herself off, then walked out of the stall.  Andy smiled at her.  “I have to tell you,” he said, looking at her shaved pussy, “you are sexy as hell.”

“Thank you,” replied Lynn.  “Are you saying that because I’m naked or because you like my body?”

“Both,” said Andy immediately.  “And also because of what you did in the train – that, I have to say, was the most awesome thing I have ever seen.”

Lynn smiled with genuine pleasure.  “Thank you!” she said again.  “I’m glad my efforts were appreciated.”
“They were.  Now let’s get you out of here.  I have a flat just down the road – if we run we can be there in three or four minutes.”

“You live round here?” inquired Lynn.  “Bit of a dump, isn’t it?”

“Yes, well it’s not exactly the classiest part of the city,” agreed Andy, “but it’s home, at least for the time being.  Come on.”

They hurried out of the toilets and through the barrier, which was being held open for them by a portly, middle-aged man in the uniform of the Underground staff.  He grinned at Lynn as she reached him, and nodded to her in greeting.

“Thanks a lot for this,” said Lynn.  “Want to feel my breast?”

The man’s eyes widened, but he was not about to give her a chance to change her mind.  He reached out and took hold of Lynn’s left breast, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Come on, come on, stop flirting,” Andy reprimanded her with a chuckle.  “We need to keep moving.”  He took her hand and pulled her after him.

They ran up the steps that led out into the open air, and Lynn squealed with delight as Andy led her on to the crowded pavement.  Together they ran down the street, leaving a trail of stunned pedestrians in their wake.  Soon, however, Andy turned into a side road, and then into another, which was boarded on both sides with high walls of corrugated metal.  They slowed their pace a little, then turned into a dirty side road along which were three or four small blocks of flats.

“We’re lucky,” panted Andy.  “There are some rough types who like to hang out just here – they seem to have gone somewhere else for the day.”  He fished a set of keys out of his pocket and found the right one by the time they reached the main door to the first building.  He opened the door and Lynn ducked inside after him.  She discovered she had mixed feelings about being safely indoors – she was relieved, yes, but she had found the experience of being naked in public a real thrill.

There was a lift in the building but, Andy told her, it had been broken for months and nobody had been to repair it.  Instead they had to use the stairs to climb to the seventh floor.  As they walked down a dingy corridor, Andy produced another key, and they entered his flat.

It was rather a mess.  The floor was littered with beer cans, crisp packets, pizza boxes, and several layers of dirt – the place had obviously not been cleaned, let alone vacuumed, in months.

“Sorry, it’s a bit of a pig-sty, I know,” said Andy.  “Come on through to the bedroom.”  He pointed to a door on Lynn’s right.  She walked through it, and found that the bedroom was in just as much of a mess as the living room.  Andy followed behind her, then began to take piles of stuff off the bed and dump them on the floor.

“You got something for me to wear?” inquired Lynn.

Andy looked up at her.  “You’re not in a hurry to get dressed, are you?” he asked.

Then Lynn realised that Andy was no mere good Samaritan.  He had plans for her, and they had nothing to do with lending her clothes.  Her heartbeat quickened as she tried to imagine what lay in store for her.

“No, no hurry at all,” she said.

 

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