Mandy Makes a Move

by bluepervina - © 2003

( Fsolo, MM, cyber, ws, scat, vomit )

This story is Part 1 of the Mandy stories.

 

Mandy was depressed, but she hid it pretty well. Her life's plans--or so she had thought--were now destroyed. She had to start to dream it all up brand new from that point forward, now that all those months had been so wasted, but she got the feeling she'd be all right. She lay out by her family's pool and tried to drink enough wine coolers to make her relax. She still had her good looks, after all. She knew how hot she was. It probably wouldn't be too hard to hook up again, even if it was the summer.

Her boyfriend, Steve, had dumped her the night before. He was the most handsome guy in the senior class, and she had been convinced they'd go off to college together and get married. Perfect Ken, and she was his Barbie. It was at the first midnight bar-be-que of the summer, out at the old campground near the lake. "You're just a bitch," he'd said, then he smiled and threw his arm around his buddy, Jeff. "I can't stand you anymore, so I'm gone!" And he walked away, laughing it up with Jeff, the two of them taking long pulls on a lot of beers for a while across the field before they disappeared. Mandy cried and screamed and then drank. Her friends tried to comfort her, distract her, drive her home. Nothing worked. She was pissed and she wanted a last word. If he thought she was a bitch before, well....

And then she found him in the bushes, fucking Jeff in the ass.

"Goddammit--Mandy--fuck! Jeff--fuck, man--MOVE!" Steve pushed Jeff's ass away from him as he struggled to stand up, buckle up, and stagger off into the trees. Jeff grunted and lost his balance, falling awkwardly onto his face and elbows, his ass high in the air. The camp lanterns and bright moonlight showed something dark and shining smeared in his crack. All three of them noticed it at the same time. Mandy--completely flummoxed--covered her mouth with both hands. Jeff cried out in a girlish manner and reached one hand back to wipe at his ass as he struggled to get up. Steve stared down at the cock he was trying to stuff back into his pants and cursed.

"Son-of-a-bitch!" he spat, suddenly standing very still. "Your shit's all over my dick. You asshole!"

But Mandy was laughing by then, bending over and gasping, pointing, shouting out for her friends to run over and see... and Steve and Jeff were both running into the woods, both pulling up on their pants, both getting Jeff's shit all over their clothes. It was a beautiful sight, and she had witnesses! There was no way he could use the "bitch" story now. She was off the hook! He was just a closet fag. And that was now the story that everybody knew.

In her sun-heated haze by the pool, Mandy felt a guilty rush of pleasure wash over her, thinking about the sight and the smell of that shit as it slid in a big clump off Jeff's ass. As it squished between Steve's fingers when he grabbed and pulled at his long white cock. Despite her natural revulsion to the idea, Mandy's pussy began to juice up as she relived those few bizarre seconds. Her hand slipped inside her bikini bottom, a finger down between her slick lips. She stroked her clit slowly, her eyes closed, and she realized she didn't mind thinking about it. In fact, her imagination began to do things with the idea. Shit and sex. Sex and shit. Gay guys, fudge-packing. Hmmmm. Fudge. Yummy. Yummy! Hey, fudge-eating... eating all that shit! What if Steve went off in the woods and got back together with Jeff in some quiet dell and just stuck his gorgeous face right between his fag-lover's filthy cheeks?! Oh, fuck! How hot! And before Mandy knew it she was coming, her heels bucking the chaise lounge, her hand clawing at her clit. Her other hand had a nipple hard and twisted, and her mouth hung open, panting. "Wow", was all she could think, for a long time.

Later that afternoon, sitting in her dad's office, messing around on the computer, she still couldn't get it out of her head.

Was it wrong to be getting off like that? She wasn't sure. She felt guilty because it was truly such a sick pleasure to masturbate to those thoughts. In fact, the sheer disgust, the nasty filth of it all was what turned her on. The idea that people might actually play that way. The conviction, after seeing Jeff's shit emerge so easily from an ass-fucking, that shit was involved in sex a lot more than normal people in normal life ever wanted to recognize or admit.

She logged into a romance-oriented chat site. Not her usual teen-oriented sites. Since she was 18 now she'd been given a credit card by her parents, and she could freely register at all kinds of new adult sites--for porn or for chat or whatever. Her folks had wisely set her card at a $500 limit, and her summer job was barely keeping it paid, but it was worth it. Her mind was being freed in monumental leaps and bounds.

Her user name on that site clearly indicated she was female. She had another one that was gender neutral, and another that was clearly male. However, she wasn't all that good yet at pretending to be non-female, so she stuck with her "girl name" the most on this site. There were several dozen users logged in. The main room was buzzing with inane conversation. After only a few seconds, she was hit with one private message request after another. After too many "Hey baby" PM's, with nothing looking too promising, she had an idea. Mandy created a private room with the name SHIT ON ME, and went in to wait. Her heart hummed with an intensity that made her lightheaded. She sat wondering if her parents might walk in on her, and she had to fight a huge temptation to undress and prop her heels up on the desk, the keyboard on her tummy. That was the way she surfed at night, up in her room. She could shoot herself for not being up there now! Why didn't she realize ahead of time just how horny all of this was making her?

One, two, three... more and more and more users sent PMs requesting entrance to her room. Most were men, but many were women, too (or at least claimed to be). She responded to each: "brb, waiting for a friend". It was just a stall; she wanted time to absorb the effet that her perverse new view was having on her body and mind. She could feel her pussy completely sliming the inside of her panties, to the point that now she could hear squishing when she adjusted herself in the plush leather chair. It was slippery down there, and just the increased free movement of her panties over her slick pussy as she shifted around was enough to keep her at the brink of orgasm for minutes on end.

She couldn't touch herself. It was too risky. She'd tried other times and had been too close to being caught--too close because it was so hard for her to stop once she got going. This time it was even worse. Not only could she hear her mother ont he other side of the door, just down the hallway in the kitchen, preparing dinner; she knew that this time there was now way she would possibly stop herself once she laid the first finger on her exploding cunt. It was too much. She'd never been this horny in her life.

A female user's PM caught her eye: "I'm covered in shit right now." Her ID was femdirty3.

Mandy hesitated.

The female's PM flashed anew: "Are you there?"

Mandy replied: "yes".

Femdirty3: "Do you like to play with shit?"

Mandy, in a daze, immediately typed a reply: "yes".

Femdirty3: "Me too. Can I come in?"

Mandy, her hands shaking, reached for a pen. She scrawled out the female's user name in a jittery scribble, then logged off the site and shut down the computer. Ripping the paper free from the pad, she ran up to her room. Her mother, from the kitchen, called up as she ran, asking when she'd like dinner. Mandy could only manage a weak cry of, "I'm OK, I'll get it later," before her door was closed and locked. Her clothes were off in an instant.

Naked, on her knees just inside the door, Mandy reached back and rubbed her gooey slit, slopping more and more onto her asshole. Her panties, and their smell and taste, had always--since her earliest days of self-discovery--been a favorite masturbation prop for her. This time more than ever. She knelt with her soaked panties stuffed in her mouth. She chewed on them and sucked her juices with a ferocious hunger. Wanting the taste. Wanting the wet flavor of her own juice. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate fully on the fact that she was tasting, ingesting, her own body's fluids. She realized she'd loved this part of herself, this way of getting off, since the beginning. Why was it only now that she understood this about herself? Was she really going where she thought she was going? Was it really wrong to feel this way?

She chewed and sucked and swallowed with her panties stuffed completely inside her mouth. It was a nice feeling, nearly gaggin on her own dirty desire. Her fingers in her sloppy cunt were still busy just rubbing juice around, smearing it on her asshole, pressing a little on the rim of her anus now and then, the tip of a finger snaking in just enough to make her groan uncontrollably. She thought about putting a finger in all the way, and just the thought made her spasm so hard she dropped to her belly, spread-eagled on the floor. Her fingertip stayed right on the wrinkled rose, just pushing in a little... just past the first knuckle... then a little more, until the second knuckle was in past the muscular ring. She crooked her finger and pulled up, harder and harder, enjoying immensely how her hole clenched and resisted as she wiggled her finger inside it. Then she pushed it in all the way.

Oh God, she thought. What if I really do stick my finger in shit? Her moans, muffled by her mouthful of panties, were still alarmingly loud. Her mom's voice called up, "Honey? Are you OK?" and Mandy panicked. Jumping to her feet, she yanked the panties out of her mouth and called through the door, "Yeah, mom, I just stubbed my toe!" Her finger was out of her ass, of course, and she feared to look at it. What if? Her ass felt just as sloppy as it did before. There was no way to tell by just standing there wondering about it whetehr or not she'd dragged out anything extra when her finger had come free. Mandy stood for a long minute without looking down at her finger or trying to touch her own ass. The room seemed to spin as she tried to imagine what she must look like, standing there like such a whore. Standing there wanting such dirty things.

And then she had an idea.

She leaned herself against the door using the hand that held the panties. The other hand, with her finger held out straight, slowly came up. She didn't look at it. She closed her eyes.

Then she put the finger in her mouth.

Her knees buckled and she nearly fell as her orgasm ripped through her. She moaned and sucked and sucked and sucked on her finger. She tried to taste it with every part of her mouth, with every surface of her tongue. It wasn't dirty, as far as she could tell. There was no extra texture or substance sticking to her finger; but nevertheless, it was exceedingly rich with some kind flavor. There was a new taste in her mouth she'd never known before. It literally made her mouth begin to tingle. There was nothing familiar about it at all. It was unlike anything she'd ever put in her mouth before. Not delicious, but not revolting, either. She imagined that it was similar to something like the strange foreign food shed seen on the Food Network before. It came automatically into that kind of category in her mind--like, "OK, I know this is not what I'm used to, but it's not bad once I GET used to it."

And that thought made her open her eyes.

She pulled her finger out of her mouth and studied it. Just a finger. Very wet, but normal.

She could still taste the flavor of her ass as she stood there. In fact, it was an aftertaste that would remain until she went down to dinner. Even brushing her teeth didn't fully get rid of it. But, perhaps that was just in her imagination. Either way, she didn't really mind. It kept her horny to keep tasting it, and it felt nice to be horny and so near to all those orgasms she could have.

Mandy reached down and felt her ass, then raised her hand to examine it. Clean but wet. She smelled her fingers, lusciously, for a long time. Then she licked each one, over and over. She continued rubbing her asshole and licking her fingers until her mom called up once again, wondering about dinner. Mandy ran down the hall to her bathroom, calling, "Let me shower first," and she brushed her teeth and showered--cold, cold, cold--and finally went down to dinner, more distracted and excited than she'd ever been in her life.

That night, trying to fall asleep in bed, all Mandy could think about was shit. She'd been dying to take a large dump since dinner, but she was terrified. She knew she would do something awful if she couldn't stop thinking about it. In her desperation and horrified horniness, Mandy had been rubbing just the tip of her middle finger against her anus. Just rimming it, just a little. Maybe dipping just the tip in from time to time, not even all of the fingernail getting in there... but just enough for her to have something to smell. And taste.

Her heart screamed inside her chest. She couldn't do anything more! No way! It wasn't something a girl like her did. No matter how many of her boyfriends turned gay and showed her how sexy shit could be. Not even if it was all an accident. Not even if 14 people in a chat room had asked to come in and shit on her. Not even if some woman was sitting there on the other end of the Internet, covered in her own shit, willing to show her all the joys of feces-loving sex. It was sick! It was more than that--it was psycho! They'd lock her up if they knew....

And then it hit her. If they knew... what? How could anyone know about it if she kept it a secret? Just a private game, all to herself... maybe with a few friends online who'd play with her mind a little... but no one in her world would ever know if she just simply kept it to herself. Right?

Before she got a chance to think about it any more, she was startled as her bedside telephone rang. It was her best friend, Roxanne. They'd been tight since elementary school, and it was always OK in Mandy's house if she called late--even if it was almost midnight by then.

"Hey, girl, you all right?" her friend asked.

Mandy was so wrong she couldn't even speak. But she managed a weak grunt of "OK", and Roxanne heard what she wanted to hear.

"Well, I'd be good too, even if it was the night after being dumped by such a jerk," her friend growled, doing her job. It wasn't the first time either of them had been through this sort of thing, after all. But then her voice softened a little, and Mandy could tell she was smiling on the other end of the line.

"Besides, I know something that's definitely going to cheer you up."

Mandy, instead of twirling her finger around her own asshole, was now twisting the phone cord around that same finger. "Oh, really? What is it?" she asked.

"Well..." Roxanne paused, drawing out the fun, "You remember Jeff's house, right?"

Mandy sat up in bed, her long t-shirt hanging off one shoulder. "Yeah, we had a party there last summer."

"OK, well it's got a basement, remember? Where he kept his weights and that couch and stuff...."

"Yeah, Rox, he had that Playstation2 down there, right? That's where I learned how to play that stupid game Steve was always bugging me to play. Damn--what was it called?" Mandy was completely distracted now, trying to picture that old finished basement in her mind, the color of the couch, the smell of the carpet and walls, the damn game she learned to play on the TV.

"Grand Theft Auto--remember?" Roxanne snorted. "You made him drink beer every time you commited a felony. He got so fucked up! Remember? He wet his pants laughing at you when you finally got shot up, but none of us knew it until he stood up!"

Laughing along with Roxanne, Mandy was suddenly back totally into the pervy-mind. That's right, she thought. He'd pissed himself before, and he hadn't seemed to care too much. Of course, he had been pretty drunk at the time... but isn't everyone who ever seriously thinks about soiling themselves or others with their own piss and feces? But she hadn't been drunk today. She'd been very clear about what she liked and what she wanted. Mandy suddenly began to picture her newest fantasy all over again. Her chest and neck flushed, and she began to lose track of what Roxanne was saying.

"Wh--what did you say?" she stammered.

"Just that Jeff's down there with Steve right now. I just got off work and drove past his place on my way home. Steve's truck is in the driveway, and there was a little bit of light coming through one of those little windows." Roxanne panted, she was talking so fast.

"So," Mandy muttered, feigning a lack of interest.

"Well, let's just say I parked down the road a bit and walked back up into Jeff's yard... and looked in that window."

Mandy could barely breathe. "OK...."

"And you know what I saw?"

"Oh, God, you gotta tell me!"

"OK, so they had some game paused on that big TV of his down there--that was the light I noticed--and Jeff was on his knees while Steve sat on the couch." Roxanne stopped.

"Go on! You fuckin' better go on, bitch!" Mandy squealed in mock-rage.

"He was sucking his dick!" said her friend. "They were both naked and Steve was hold his dick out straight while Jeff gave him head. It went on for, like, ten minutes."

"Oh my God, Rox, you're lying!" cried Mandy, but her free hand was back inside her panties, rubbing away.

"Nope," Roxanne said. "And it was pretty hot. I got my work pants SO messy, between crouching there in the flower bed looking down through the window, and with my coochie getting so wet."

There was long silence between them, then Roxanne spoke again: "I've been taking care of it, you know, ever since I got home and called you."

Mandy paused. "What? You mean, right now... you're m--ma--masturbating?"

Roxanne was silent a beat, but then she said simply, "Yup."

In a flood, Mandy's crotch began to throb. She felt almost fevered down there, she was so hot. Lying back on her pillows, she began to seriously stroke and finger herself. Both girls were silent for several minutes as the shock of breaking through that threshold finally hit them. And of course it made them both masturbate even harder than the moment before. As Mandy's breathing increased, so did the sounds of her sloppy self-fuck, and Roxanne could tell.

"You're doing it too, right...?"

"Mmmm-hmmm"

"Hey... Mandy... Um, I think... I think I like this."

Mandy's eyes were closed, and she was desperately trying to picture Roxanne watching Jeff suck Steve's nice long cock. Then she imagined Steve starting to piss in Jeff's mouth, and her entire body went rigid. "Me too," was all she managed to reply. She was getting so close!

But then, "Hold on," said Roxanne.

"What?" Mandy froze, her whole body practically singing.

Silence, then, "Oh, you know, had to go out in the hall and stuff. You know."

And Mandy did know. Roxanne had a portable phone, and many times she'd taken it into the bathroom with her while she peed and pooped. Tonight, since she'd just gotten home from work and had immediately begun masturbating and talking on the phone, of course Roxanne hadn't had the time yet to take care of her bathroom business. Late at night like it was, there wouldn't be any other noises around to distract Mandy from the sounds that Roxanne's body would be making in there, a thought that suddenly sent Mandy into her first orgasm of the night.

"Oh God!" she cried, then arched herself almost painfully, twisting her face into the sheets.

"Jeez," Roxanne chuckled, "You really DO like this as much as me!"

"I'm OK, I'm OK," Mandy panted. Then both the girls laughed. They giggled nervously off and on and tried to breathe for the next several minutes, neither able to form complete word without busting up. But then Roxanne got serious.

"Listen, I got to do something in here, and all this laughing's making it hard, you know?"

Mandy, suddenly very focused, rubbing herself again, played it dumb. "No, what do you mean?"

"I mean, I got to make some poop in here, girl!" Roxanne laughed. "God! Now I'm embarrassed..."

Mandy, irrationally panicked, promptly said, "No, don't be, I won't listen!"

But then they were both laughing again; to Mandy's great surprise, she almost immediately heard a loud series of farts.

"Ooops!" laughed Roxanne. Mandy listened intently as her friend ripped off several more staccato bursts, dimmed only a little by the phone. "I guess you get to hear it all..." and suddenly Mandy heard the plop and splash and hiss of a Roxanne's bowel movement, complete with a nice long piss, fart, and wipe.

Mandy's next orgasm, as she squeezed her eyes shut and imagined what Roxanne's dirty asshole must look like, made her see a million bright colors behind her eyelids. She was soaked in sweat, and her arm was sore from reaching down and rubbing so fast.

"Mandy? You there? Mandy?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry...." What could she say? Now it was even more weird than before! "Um--yeah, fell asleep, you know...."

Roxanne sounded doubtful. "OK, whatever. I just wanted to tell you what I saw, I guess.... I mean, I left before they were even done. You know. Had to do something about it, right?" She laughed weakly on the other end of the line, clearly embarrassed now.

"Yeah, thanks--" Mandy, trying to ease the discomfort, faked a yawn. "I want to see it for myself, anyway, now that we know what a couple of sick little pricks they are!"

"We'll be sex spies!" Roxanne laughed.

"Yeah," Mandy chuckled, now truly getting tired. She wondered if she'd dream dirty dreams, or if she'd be too tired to remember. "I'll call you tomorrow."

It was summer. She was leaving for college in a month, and she had absolutely nothing to do but masturbate, drink wine coolers, and masturbate some more. Her job at the hospital was a distracting nuisance, but it helped support her online habits, so she had to go every day, whether she was sober or horny or not. Still, it was easy money, since all she did was sit in a cubicle and do data entry for the billing department. She worked from 7 to 3:30, and then the rest of her day was nothing but drinking and fingering and using the computer now and then. And, now that her fuck partner was fag-bagging, what else could she do? Her filthy imagination would come up with plenty of ideas, and none of them turned out to be as secret or as solitary as she'd thought they would be.

Mandy woke that next morning with no memory of any dirty dreams, but the heavy feeling in her ass reminded her immediately of her need. She had resisted going to the bathroom the night before, and now she was afraid she couldn't hold it any longer. She didn't even know if she could make it down the hallway. Her entire body was in agony.

It was too much sensory overload for her libido to handle. She simply had to empty herself, with no other thought in her mind. The pain was too intense for any other plans besides just getting to the toilet and sitting. So that's what she did. The relief, as it washed through her, as her entire body trembled with the satisfaction of release, brought her to the brink of another orgasm--completely unexpectedly. Her libido, of course, came roaring back. Her fingers went down over her pussy lips as the last few spurts of pee left her. She got nicely wet on her fingers, then began to rub herself.

The smell of her shit in the bowl was overpowering, but not as horrifying as she thought it would be, now that she was concentrating on getting off on it. It was an odor of lust. It was every bit as enticing to her as the smell of her own pussy when she got really juiced up. Her pissed-on fingers suddenly found themselves in her mouth. Oh, what a taste! Her free hand twisted a nipple hard as she sucked on her fingers and bucked through her first orgasm of the day, rattling the toilet seat.

Her piss tasted very briney and bitter, almost like coffee cooked too strong and too long, with a little salt poured in instead of sugar. It was her first urine of the morning, so Mandy knew it was probably the worst it would ever taste, right then and there. Nevertheless, she found herself reaching back down between her legs and forcing more little spurts to splash into her cupped hand. She drank and drank as much as she could, smelling her hand afterward, rolling her tongue around in her mouth, savoring it all and pinching her nipples like crazy.

Piss, she decided, was really, really nice.

She could easily imagine herself involving pee in her sexual life, and that thought didn't disturb her at all. In fact, she instantly understood that probably a great deal of real people played with pee during their sex acts, too, and why not? It was as much a part of her body as her cunt juice, as her sweat, as her spit in her mouth. Her boyfriends had licked and eaten all three of those before, so why not her piss, too? And why couldn't she have theirs?

Mandy's masturbation lasted another five minutes past her ability to piss anymore, as she sat on the toilet with her fingers under her nose and her other hand roaming her breasts beneath her long t-shirt. The house was silent. It was Sunday morning and her parents were at church.

Then she realized she hadn't wiped her asshole yet.

Could she do it? Was she really ready to do something that filthy?

In a daze, Mandy slowly reached down between her legs. She reached back farther, up under her ass. Then, after only a moments pause, breathing rapidly, she let her fingers slowly come up until they touched her shitty hole. Her free hand was back at her nipples again while her dirty fingers swirled around and around her anus. It was slippery and thick, like pudding, but there wasn't much of it. Within a minute or two she'd spread it around so much on her asshole and crack that she could barely feel it anymore at all. Instinctively, she stuck her middle finger deep inside. Like the day before, she wiggled it around in there, but this time she could feel the slime that still coated the insides of her anal ring, with more thick stuff behind it. Her finger was surely churning right through what was left as a remnant of her huge bowel movement, and it was going to come back out covered.

The smell was getting stronger, and her thoughts already had her so far gone. She was on the edge of another intense orgasm. Very carefully, Mandy pulled her finger out of her ass and brought it up level with her face. There it was. All of her fingers--along with the palm of her hand--were coated with a thin, streaky layer of nearly-dry brown; but her middle finger was coated in a thicker, wetter pasting of it. Her shit was a deep chocolate brown, thickest at the tip of her finger, where a little blob had started to pull off as it had left her anus, so that it had a funny little conical tip to it. Mandy thought of shit icing, like she'd dipped her finger in it just for a little taste.

A little taste.

Could she? Did she really want to do something that disgusting? Couldn't this be enough to satisfy these urges that were taking control of her life? Just smelling it, touching it, playing in it, smearing it around a little bit.... That was sick enough. That had already made her come better and harder and longer than she'd ever come in her life.

But she knew she'd always wonder. Mandy knew without a doubt that she'd continue being obsessed and distracted by the question now that it had entered her mind: What was it really like to taste it, to masturbate with it while tasting that shit inside her mouth? To chew it, to swallow it, to spread it all over her face....?

She brought the finger right up to her mouth, let the tip of her tongue slide out. Simultaneously, her nose inhaled the overpowering stench as her tongue made just the lightest, slightest contact with the excrement. The next instant, she was retching, bent forward with her head between her knees, puking repeatedly onto the bathroom floor. Over and over she vomited, the nasty liquid splashing onto her feet and ankles, all over her waddes panties on the floor in front of her. Now, to smell and see that made it even worse, and for several minutes she was immobilized by her retching, until even her dry heaves were empty and done.

Through it all, she kept her shitty hand held out to the side, with her other hand trying desperately to hold her hair out of the way. She'd been unable to open her eyes for a long time, and now she knew she'd have to if she was going to move off of the toilet and into the shower. But the smell was too much! She couldn't stand the reek of her own puke everywhere. There was no way she could remain in that bathroom and get cleaned up.

Panicked, she reached back and flushed the toilet. Then, barely peeking out of the corner of her eyes, she wadded up toilet paper around her dirty hand, then used some more to wipe off her feet and ankles, then dropped that paper in the trash. Staggering weakly to her feet, she made it out the door and down the hall to her parents' bathroom, where she was eventually able to clean herself up. The smell didn't completely leave her finger, though. She wondered if anyone else would be able to detect that odor if they got around her. She was both terrified and excited by that thought.

She left the puke in her bathroom for her mother to clean up when she returned from church. Mandy had gone from her parents' shower to get on a new pair of panties and a t-shirt, and she spent the rest of the day curled up on the couch in front of the TV, covered in a light blanket, sneaking a sniff of her finger from time to time. To her mother, Mandy explained simply that she threw up unexpectedly while sitting on the toilet. Appearing to be sick, of course, helped Mandy's cause, so her mother cleaned the bathroom without complaint, then called the hospital on Mandy's behalf and got her the next day off. Mandy was deeply evaluating her recent experiences, and then she began to make plans.

OK, she acknowledged, so I can't really handle to smell it and taste it up close. At least not yet. But I think I want to keep trying. At any rate, I like it. I like playing with my asshole and getting myself dirty. I like knowing that other people do this too. I really want to see more about it, know more about it, so I guess I'll go online and look for it more.... But what about finding real people? Could I? Wouldn't they be as sensitive about keeping it a secret as I would be? How in the world would I ever even have the chance to get with someone else like me for real? No one is going to want to admit to being this sick. I know I don't! But I want to share this! Good grief....

Mandy was hugely frustrated. But then she remembered two things.

First, she could find ways to spy on her gay ex-boyfriend. That might give her a chance to see accidental shit sex, at least.

Second, she knew now from her own adventure that piss play was much more mild and easy-to-handle than shit play, so perhaps it would be a lot easier to get someone to play in shit with her if they played in piss with her first. She'd known about golden showers and piss sex for a long time, of course. That was something that everyone thought about, at least in passing, during even the earliest stages of puberty. It feels so good to pee. It is so warm and gives such a nice sensation of release. She'd read many times in teen and in women's magazines, too, about a common problem in women when orgasming: they lose bladder control and "squirt" a little bit. She knew that from experience, as well as the fact that girls had trouble controlling their pee when they sneezed or laughed or coughed. It was just a fact of a girl's life, so Mandy knew that most women had lived a long time with the thought, at least, of pee having some kind of part to play in the sexual experience.

By mid-afternoon, Mandy came to two conclusions: she would try to catch Steve and Jeff fucking again, and she would try to find a girl in town who liked to involve pee in her sex life.

Mandy had experimented with kissing her girlfriends as a kid in middle school, but never did any of it get beyond merely lying together naked and rubbing at each other's breasts. Mostly, though, it was just kissing, and very obviously just because at that age they were too horny and too restricted to release any of those feelings with boys. By the time she got to high school and was able to date, all that experimentation was done, and the real fucking began.

But the thought of going back to girls didn't bother her at all. After trying to eat your own shit, she thought, how could I possibly feel weird about trying to be a part-time lesbian?

So she called Roxanne that afternoon, and her friend readily agreed to come over and hang out, spend the night.

"Hell yeah," Roxanne said. "I'll bring some of Dad's Calvados and one of my brother's pornos. We'll have a little party!"

You have no idea, thought Mandy. But what she said was, as jokingly as she could, "Yeah, girl, just make sure it's an all-lesbian, super-kinky porno, OK? Because I'm going to rape you tonight!"

Laughing, Roxanne merely replied, "Oooh, baby, bring it on!" Then she hung up the phone, and Mandy spent the better part of the remainder of her day trying very hard to give her legs, armpits, and cunt the most perfect shave ever.

Then, for nearly an hour before Roxanne came over, Mandy went back online. This time she was up in her own room, with the door locked. Her freshly shaved skin felt delicious as she sat with her feet up, the cool air conditioning drifting across her completely nude body. The keyboard was on her tummy, her pussy was already soaked. It was time for her to come again.

She didn't expect to get as lucky as she had the day before, but she went back to the chat site, and made her SHIT ON ME private room anyway. Once again, users began to steadily request entrance, most of them male, and Mandy simply shrugged them off, waiting for something in her gut to tell her the "right" person had come along.

And, once again, Femdirty3 was suddenly there.

Femdirty3: "You again. That was rude, yesterday."

Mandyho4u: "sorry so sorry"

Femdirty3: "You've never played with shit, have you?"

Mandyho4u: "my first time yesterday a little today a lot"

Femdirty3: "Good. Can I come in?"

Mandyho4u: "np" She gave her the password, and soon they were blocking all PM's, undisturbed in their own little world.

Femdirty3: "So are you going to stay with me this time?"

Mandy blushed: "yes"

Femdirty3: "Good. So tell me about you and shit. I'm ready to give myself a nice long rubbbb."

Mandy told her everything she'd done, from the time she discovered her boyfriend's gay shit-fuck until she asked Roxanne to come over. Femdirty3 didn't seem overly impressed or orgasmic, but she was encouraging and complimentary, nonetheless. Mandy decided it was time to do what she'd come there to do.

Mandyho4u: "i want to learn more about playing with shit"

Femdirty3: "You'll get addicted. Consider yourself warned."

Mandyho4u: "ok"

Femdirty3: "I've been playing with it since I was a girl, so it's a natural part of my life. It's how I get off."

Mandyho4u: "i never asked u---a/s/l? etc"

Femdirty3: "Ditto to you, you know."

Mandyho4u: "ok---18/f/tampa, florida and single of course"

Femdirty3: "34/F/Raleigh, NC. Married, 3 kids, housewife."

Mandyho4u: "wow"

Femdirty3: "Yes, all kinds of normal people like to play with shit, honey."

Mandyho4u: "hope so"

Femdirty3: "Trust me."

Mandyho4u: "yesterday u said u were covered in shit --- were u 4real"

Femdirty3: "Once again, Trust Me. I was home alone all day yesterday, so I had the time and freedom to really enjoy it."

Mandyho4u: "so hubby doesnt know"

Femdirty3: "Of course he knows! He likes it, too. You shouldn't ever marry someone who won't fuck the way you like, sweetie."

Mandyho4u: "ok wow -- what do u do how do u do it"

Femdirty3: "I like to shit into his hands, then he rubs it all over me. On my ass and tits is the best."

Mandy shuddered with the image. She could feel her pussy dripping into the crack of her ass and beginning to slightly pool in the seat. She had no idea how to respond.

Mandyho4u: "go on"

Femdirty3: "When I finish shitting, he usually fucks me in the ass. Shit's a good spreader and luber. And it feels so cool to orgasm while you're shitting that last piece out around his dick."

Mandyho4u: "omg"

Femdirty3: "Too much for you?"

Mandyho4u: "no please please please don't stop"

Femdirty3: "OK. But don't say I didn't warn you."

Mandyho4u: "tell me"

Femdirty3: "We don't use toilets much. Maybe only for one or two shits a week."

Mandyho4u: "what do u do with it i mean how do u do that"

Femdirty3: "We try not to shit unless we're having sex--we keep our asses under control until it's the best time to crap."

Mandyho4u: "that sounds hard to do"

Femdirty3: "Just needs practice and desire, sugar."

Mandyho4u: "i shit once or twice a day"

Femdirty3: "We fuck once a day, at least, so we don't have a problem."

Mandyho4u: "does ur house really stink"

Femdirty3: "We keep the windows open all the time, and we've got some diligent habits with Lysol and other junk like that. Plus we keep it strictly in our bedroom and bathroom. Nowhere else in the house. I'm sure people when they come over think it's just fine. Our kids' friends never complain at all---and you can always count on a kid to complain if there's really something wrong!"

Mandyho4u: "ok but how do u keep it secret from the kids"

Femdirty3: "You have SO much to learn, honey! We keep it secret the same way *all* good parents keep sex a secret! Stay behind closed doors when the kids are around, and don't make too much noise. And in our case, clean up real good!"

Mandyho4u: "i guess thats right what do i know"

Femdirty3: "Don't be too hard on yourself. And don't feel guilty about loving shit. It's not just a few European and Japanese drug addicts, you know."

Mandyho4u: "???"

Femdirty3: "Never mind. It's just that a lot more people right here in America get into this. Go looking for it online and you'll be surprised how much you find."

Mandyho4u: "ok but what else should i know"

Femdirty3: "You'll puke a lot when you try to eat it."

Mandyho4u: "gross"

Femdirty3: "Come on! I know what you're thinking--it's disgusting! You think you'll never eat it. *But you will*.

Mandy's pussy was throbbing, the blood pounding through her crotch in a lewd thumping of lust that couldn't help but remind her that she wasn't really disgusted by the idea at all. Why was she pretending?

Mandyho4u: "ok go on"

Femdirty3: "Of course you'll vomit like crazy a lot of times--or at least you'll fight down the heaves. Eventually, though, it'll happen less and less, until you don't puke anymore at all."

Mandyho4u: "go on"

Femdirty3: "But the puke's not as bad as you think, once you get used to it."

Mandyho4u: "i dont think i can eat it 4real i mean i don't know if i really can get used to it u know"

Femdirty3: "You won't be able to stop trying until you can, sweetheart. You're a shit-lover! It's what you'll be dying to do every time!"

Mandyho4u: "i just cant see how i ever will"

Femdirty3: "Get drunk the first several times. That helps a lot. You'll still probably puke, but you'll be able to make yourself eat it, at least. That's how my husband got used to it."

Mandyho4u: "ok ill try it like that i guess"

Femdirty3: "Good girl."

Mandyho4u: "ur cool"

Femdirty3: "So shit for me."

Mandy's head rang like she'd been clocked with a shoe. Her stomach gave a huge gurgle as her bowels shifted a little at the thought.

Mandyho4u: "what"

Femdirty3: "If I'm so cool and helping you so much, then shit right now, right where you are."

Like an idiot, Mandy looked all around her bedroom before typing back.

Mandyho4u: "i dont know"

There was no typing by either off them for at least a minute.

Then, Femdirty3: "Look, honey, my kids are here in the house, hubby's out mowing the lawn so he can't distract them. That means I can't exactly do it on my end--but I *would* if I could."

Mandyho4u: "r u really wanting me really to do a crap here in my chair"

Femdirty3: "I'll understand if you can't. But not if you won't. I think that, if you really thought about it, you'd realize that you want to try it so bad...."

Mandy's desk chair was slender, leather, with a good swivel. Maybe it wouldn't smell or hold a stain. Maybe she really could do this. She typed: "brb" then went to her hamper in the closet, extracting a used bath towel. Her legs were wobbly and weak, but she managed to stumble back to the desk. Her inner thighs, all way to her knees, were running with tiny rivulets of her own essence. She looked in the seat of the chair and indeed saw a small puddle and much smear. The smell was so strong and sweet! She spread the towel out on the floor under the front of the chair. Then she went back to the hamper and rummaged around until she found another towel, which she slung over the back of the chair, beside her head, as she sat back down and put her feet back up on the desk. The keyboard went back onto her tummy as she began typing again, amazed at her own words.

Mandyho4u: "ok got some towels now let me try"

Femdirty3: "Please keep typing. Describe it all. How it feels, how it sounds. Smells. Everything, baby."

Mandyho4u: "gotta relax i can feel pee wanting to come out"

Femdirty3: "Let it!"

Mandyho4u: "my pee is stuck it hurts i gotta go so hard". Mandy paused and closed her eyes, trying only to feel her bladder and urethra from the inside out, to will the urine to flow. With one hand she pressed steadily harder on her distended abdomen. The agony sent shudders, then cramps, through her entire lower body. She got goosebumps everywhere.

Deep in her rectum, bubbles began to shift, masses of her poop was dropping lower as the pressure changed in her abdomen. Mandy could tell that she would be able to shit if she could only start the pee!

Femdirty3: "Keep trying! Push down on your tummy, then try to relax the rest of your body at the same time."

Mandyho4u: "ok hold on its closer my ass is feelin heavy n full"

Femdirty3: "So nice! Don't stop, sweetie! You can do it!"

Mandyho4u: "omg pisssss now brb"

Mandy's cunt exploded in liquid spray. All over her desk, on the monitor, on the carpet, all underneath on the wood of the leg well. Her piss splattered everywhere in front of her in a huge geyser of hot bladder-water. Mandy's entire body spasmed repeatedly as threw back her head and groaned. Urine rained over her thighs and knees and calves, even to her ankles and feet. It dripped and pooled around her ass. She didn't know she had to pee so badly! It was making such a mess! Oh God, she thought, I'm really doing it! I'm such a filthy whore! What a dirty bitch I am! Oh God, it's a strong smell!

Femdirty3: "Are you still going? Are you soaked?"

Her pussy continued to gush and spasm in amazing spurts, sending near-orgasmic surges throughout her body. But then she farted.

Mandyho4u: "piss everywhere on my legs and feet and desk on the chair and the floor like rivers and so smelly"

Femdirty3: "Want to reach down and touch the puddles? You got a puddle under your ass now, right?"

Mandy did reach down and swim her fingers in the piss around her ass. Without hesitating, she brought the dripping digits to her mouth and sucked. So strong and bitter! It smelled just as powerfully and as weird as it had earlier, and she liked it just as much. She was definitely a big pee-lover. She licked at her fingers and then got them piss-drippy again, licking again.

Femdirty3: "Well???"

Mandyho4u: "tastes so good"

Femdirty3: How's your ass feel now?"

Mandyho4u: "heavy"

Femdirty3: "Are you ready to push?"

Mandyho4u: "yes and its close already im farting"

Femdirty3: "What does it smell like in your room now?"

Mandyho4u: "nasty like piss and now the farts r pretty gross"

Femdirty3: "You like the smells, don't you?"

Mandyho4u: "yes"

Femdirty3: "They make your cunt wet, don't they? Just smelling your own toilet business gets you hot."

Mandyho4u: "yes im so horny"

Femdirty3: "Make your shit now, sugar. Go ahead and push out your dirty shit for me."

Mandyho4u: "pushing"

Femdirty3: "More...."

Mandyho4u: "its cracking sounds and little pops pushing out now"

Mandy could barely breathe as she strained. The crown of her shit was noisily crackling its way through her sphincter, spreading her so wide! She reached one hand down between her legs and felt her anus opening up. She touched the tip of her finger inside the hole, onto the shit as it moved forward. It spread her so deliciously wide open as more and more of it pushed its way out of her asshole, against her waiting fingers, then bending and curling in a thick hot log against her ass cheeks. The odor was like it always was, but now that it was happening in her bedroom--in her chair!--and in the daylight, just a little while before her best friend would be in there with her, Mandy could barely keep from passing out. Her mind and body flung her through an orgasm like she'd never had in her life as she finally, with her dirty, shitty hand, reached up and massaged her contracting anus, dipping in her fingers, and then bringing her filthy fingers up to her pussy, rubbing and rubbing as she came.

Femdirty3: "Is it out? Are you done?"

Mandy couldn't reply yet. Her shit was on her pussy! It was so hot and slippery, and her clit seemed to burn at its touch. God I'm so nasty!

Femdirty3: "Sweetie? Tell me how it feels!"

Mandy couldn't help but think of what it must look like. If somebody were to walk in right then, she'd be so busted. It was insane. She thought, I'm sitting here in my own shit and piss, rubbing shit on myself and being such a slut! And as she imagined it, she saw herself with shit on her breasts, and she was rubbing her nipples with the shit. After another orgasm rocked her, she managed to type with one hand as she continued to rub her cunt.

Mandyho4u: "cam hard rubbn shit on my pssy n cliuyt"

Femdirty3: "One hand typing I see. That's a good sign!"

Mandyho4u: "sorry"

Femdirty3: "No worries, honey. But you know you can do more."

Mandyho4u: "yes"

Femdirty3: "Reach down and touch your turd. Poke your fingers in it and pick some up. *Feel* it!!!"

Mandy did it. Her fingers pushed into the shit beneath her ass, out of her sight. She stared at the ceiling as she felt it, sliding her fingers around it's lumpy curves. It was still warm and soft. Very slippery. She pinched a bit of it between finger and thumb and heard it squish, felt the quick sliding of excrement away from the pressure, curling around her finger and thumb, then somehow sticking in place. Mandy raised her hand slightly higher, above her crotch, so she could see her fingers. Her entire hand was brown, with varying thicknesses of clumps and streaks. Her thumb and finger looked odd with so much crap curled around them like that, and it looked ready to fall off at any moment.

Femdirty3: "I know you're busy touching your shit now. Just read this while you do it. I'm fighting the urge to just shit myself right here and now, you've got me so hot. I did pee a little in my panties, but I don't think it'll show much through my shorts. I just wanted to get a little wet like you. I bet you're filthy now and smeared all over, aren't you? Covered from asshole to cunt to belly-button. And your breasts? Are you rubbing it there too? Is the smell too strong?"

Mandy, reading those words, pulled her keyboard up higher until it was resting between her belly-button and her breasts. Then she lightly trailed her fingers up from her pussy to her navel, drawing abstract designs with the shit on her stomach. She smeared all the loose clumps around until her entire waist area was a light brown, sticky, starting to itch. Her clean hand went to her nipples and rubbed and pinched and twisted. She reached down and grabbed an entire handful of shit and squished it crudely between all of her fingers, until she had a huge distended, clutching handful of fresh crap. Mesmerized, watching her hand rise, she rubbed the filth onto her breasts. At the instant she touched them with it, her cunt hammered her again, rocking her through another orgasm. From nipple to nipple, then around the entire tit, one at a time, her hand spread the stuff. The hideous smell made her gag repeatedly, and she had to breathe in short, choking gasps. Her tits quickly began to itch too, as the poop dried, but she found that, if she kept rubbing and spreading it around, she could get off tremendously from that slick, filthy feeling of it.

Gagging to the edge of a true heave, the possibility of vomiting all over her own body became a very real fear. Mandy couldn't do that! She had enough problems to clean up already, and she just couldn't let herself puke. She held up her hand, though, and tried to move it closer to her face, to her mouth. Maybe, she thought, maybe.... but she gagged again before her hand got anywhere close.

Femdirty3: "You OK? Ready to tell me? Can you type?"

Mandy shoved her filthy hand onto her pussy, pushing three fingers deep into the crease, the tips inside her hole. I've got douches, she thought, it'll be OK. She fucked her shit into herself, rubbing from hole to clit, clit to hole, up and down and up, making shit smear and squish all over her sloppy brown-streaked crotch. She was ready for one more big orgasm, and it hit her hard. Her right foot slipped off the edge of the desk. Her keyboard bounced off and landed on the urine-soaked towel and carpet below. The intensity sent her body rigid, shifting her ass in the shit, making some of it slide of and splat down onto the towel. Mandy heard the plops and drips as she came down, and her body went into another, milder orgasm, but one that left her trembling as she tried to deal with what she'd just done to herself. On the screen, Femdirty3 was still trying to communicate.

Femdirty3: "Are you there? Are you OK?"

Mandy, now coming down, was half-panicked. How was she going to clean all this up? How would she hide the smell and dirty towels? And God, what about the carpet?

Swivelling in her chair, Mandy reached out with her toe and pushed held down the power button until the computer shut off. Mrs. Femdirty3 would have to wait. Mandy didn't care at that moment if it made the other woman mad. She had to get to work! As she tried to sit up, right into the cooling mass of poop, Mandy felt strangely calm. Somehow, she knew she'd get herself cleaned up and the room ready without any real problems. It felt like she was destined to explore this about herself, fated to discover her sick urges with raging success, forever changing her ideas and her desires.

In a few more hours, Roxanne would be there. Roxanne, bringing booze and porn. Roxanne, whom she'd kissed and rubbed when they were girls exploring. Roxanne, who pissed herself when tickled even a little, who liked to piss and poop when talking on the phone, who seemed to Mandy just then to be the perfect potential lover, the perfect potential potty-playmate. Roxanne would be there in just a few more hours, and Mandy would have everything ready. It was going to be the perfect night for a sick and twisted seduction.

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